Secret Message

On Ice

I wrote this for my Video Comm. class... Took me two periods to complete! Phew~

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The ice was smoothe and clear. You could easily watch yourself as you skated on it. Across the ice I slid on my new skates, doing tricks and anything else I had seen this morning on some Olympic Skating tapes I had recorded over the years. 

It was beginning to get late, but I wanted to practice for the tournament a few months from now. It would help me reach my goal, and the Olympics was definitely something that I could see in my future. 

My greatest inspiration is Yuna Kim. The way that she skates over the ice so beautifully and gracefully is something that had always amazed me. I wanted to be so much like her.

I always ditched my friends on the weekend, sometimes during the week after school to skate. "Let's go see a movie tonight" they would say to me. "I'm busy," or "I have homework" would always be my response. They knew that it was a lie though.

Slowly I came to a stop after hopping over a few rocks I had knocked on to the ice more than a few hours earlier.

The sun glistened in the sky as it began to set; illuminating everything. I watched as it became a mix of a light red that looked almost pink, and a lighter orange. 

All of a sudden I heard a car rush by and slow down, parking in the lot across from the pond that I had remained on for quite some time. My mother stepped out of the carand began coming over. "How was your day, honey?" she shouted at me from acrossthe way."Great, I'll be skating against Yuna in no time!" I began heading over to go home and get away from the cold. The snow had been falling for a few weeks straight now, but every so often it melts.

Getting over excited, I fell sudenly. I had skated over one of the rocks, not paying attention.

Quickly rushing over, my motherhad a look of shock on her face. I had never fallen like this in so many years, and it hurt. It hurt bad. "Alex, are you alright?" kneeling down beside me on the ice, she began untying my kate. Moaning in pain, I yanked my foot back. "It hurt's!" She nodded, giving me a forgiving look before pulling the skate off quickly, hoping to avoid hurting me any more. Swollen and already red, it bulged. I could tell I had broken it. Breaking an ankle was the worst thing someone could do; especially if they're involved in any kind of sport.

"It's broken, mum. I can't skate any more, can I?" Instead of answering me, she helped me u, helping me towards the car. Sitting there disappointed, I began believing that I will never get to skate with one of the most graceful women I have ever seen.

Tossing my skate in the back seat, my mum began driving me back home. We didn't like that far; it was far enough to walk to the pond in my skates.

What'll I do? I asked myself. My father will be angry. After all these years of me skating, years of rejecting my father's pointless talks and idea's of me doing more "manly" things like playing rough sports; I just couldn't do it. I should have a choice in how I live, right?

Two months had past since my ankle was broken. My mother felt bad for me, but it was clear that my father was angry. My mother, my friends, and everyone else but him loved me for who I was. He wanted a manly son who could lift heavy weights and go do "man" things with him. But that was, of course, obviously not me. 

Last week, I had gotten a call from a woman wanting to speak with my mother. She had gotten tickets to go to the skate rink with me. I wasn't sure how, but my mother somehow managed.

It was one of the Olympic skate rinks. I can't remember where it was, but we were going. I was more than excited, and I couldn't wait!

We flew out a few days later, I was confused as to why we were going since I had not heard anything about eveny a tiny practice session any time this year. I was just hoping that my mother was not taking my fathers side with anything.

"How comeyou're taking somewhere all of a sudden?" Ignoring my question like always, she began leading me toward a big building. It was beautiful on the outside. "Don't walk so fast!" I was having a hard time walking abd being activestill; the doctors had said I both fractured areas, and broke the rest of the bone. I didn't understand how that was possible, but it is. 

I can't skate for a long time either. I'm terrified that my father will make me start football now, maybe even basketball. I'm not built for either of those, I don't want to be any time soon.

My mother led me inside and over to seats in the front row, closest to the rink. It was empty and big. Somewhere that I would love to call my second home instead of that tiny pond I have spent just about half of my life on.

Sitting for ten minutes silently was awkward until a man came out and came over. My mother handed him our two tickets. He walked off and shouted something that I couldn't hear after handing them back. Every word you said would echo because it was so empty.

All of a udden, music started. It sounded as if it would match well with some sort of waltz. Beautiful!

After a moment, Yuna Kim! She was stunning and it looked like she was having so much fun already! I watched as she glided around on the ice like a san; looking so fierce yet so delicate. She didn't have one of thowse outfits on; she had clothes one would practive in on instead.

Doing her tricks and landing them all with such ease, she went back inside the locker rooms only to re-appear after a moment with a extra pair of skates. I was overflowing with joy as she came over to us. My mother took them and began putting them on me. Shushing me when I attempted to ask a question, she stood me up. Helping me on to the ice and sitting back down to watch, she took out her phone. She napped pictures for my father as I skated around with Yuna nad her trainer. 

This was one of the best things that has ever happened to me. They both helped me get used to skating on such a bad ankle, and even taught me new things. I had seen them performed, but never right in front of me; only on the television at home.

This is was smooth and clear. I got along with it more than the pong's ice. I liked this ice. My mind would never change. I will become a skater, and I will be in the Olympics. I will follow my dream no matter what anyone says to me