Soundtrack for the winter

1: Her Winter wonderland

"I'd like to make myself believe that planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep
Cos everything is never as it seems.."

- Fireflies, Owl City.

CHAPTER ONE

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Okay, here we go.

Stepping into the slippery surface, I start gliding gracefully across the pale ice. My ice skates swished as I turn on a corner and do a spin, feeling the weight on my leg increase. My long hair whips at my face as I twirl around, and I grin at the breathtaking feeling.

I love the way the wind brushes my neck and shoulders and the way I easily slide and corner around the rink.
I felt like a princess - I sometimes picture a fairytale, or a winter wonderland. Something so magical and beautiful that makes me fail to remember that I belong here, on earth. I visit this place awhile everyday and when I do arrive, I pretend to be a little girl all over again.

It feels so wonderful and free to be away from the pressure and worries that life can give you. We obviously cannot tackle them easily because It's more like archery, where you aim and shoot your target. Which is never really easy.

Careful not to lose my balance, I do a rather tougher spinning position in which I use my hands to hold one foot upwards. I finish off with a glide backwards and finally stop in a lunge position.

I begin imagining people cheering me on for my performance, bright lights blinking furiously around me as my friends and family joyously scream my name.
I laugh to myself from the spectacular imagination. Oh, how I wish.

I lazily skate over the ice and do some random jumps and turns, attempting to improve on them. Sometimes I do fall down - but for Ice skating, I easily get back up.

Before I know it, time ticks faster than my own walking pace and I know it's time to leave my imaginary land and when I step out of the rink, I'm set back to reality. Great.

Once I glide back to the exit, I remove my Ice Skates, satisfied about today's practice. Although these were a seven-year old pair, I carefully set them down before stepping into my black converse.
I slung my bag over my shoulder and walk out of the empty stadium with my Ice skates in hand.

I immediately removed my jacket once I stepped out into the hot weather. It felt as if I was being fried on a pan and I actually checked if my body was sizzling. I already missed the cold atmosphere of the stadium.

The familiar grey toyota car came in view as I pulled out my mobile. I huffed and quickly walked over, ready to escape the oven-like heat. I pulled the car door but yelped at the feeling of the heated metal. I quickly slid into the leather seat and shut the door, rushing as my fingers turn the aircon to face me.

I looked to my left to see my beloved mother, staring at me with her mouth  hung slightly open. I exhaled loudly before putting down the mirrored sun viser and began to tie my hair in a ponytail. I can already see a few drops of sweat sliding down my forehead and cheek as I looked at my reflection through the mirror. My face was also blushed from the heat.

"So, how's practice?" My mom's voice ringed in my ears, "pulled any new stunts?" I instantly smiled at her question.

I nod. "I managed to perfect this new stunt that I've been practicing called the Cantilever." I replied taking a sip from my waterbottle, "but I'm still working on my Biellmann spin."

My mother hummed in response while she looks straight on the road, smiling proudly. I knew she enjoyed it whenever we discuss the topic of ice skating because I become really enthusiastic whenever I talk about my favourite sport. Even when I had gone through the worst of days.