P. I. E. [Project: Inducing Elsa] (STOPPED)

33: I should really buy a record notebook soon

33: I should really buy a record notebook soon.

ELSA

Mom. I won't be home tonight until ten. I'm going with Jack. This is like a farewell thingy. I know it sounds cringy and you might disagree but I promise, I'm not doing anything that I will regret.

Xoxo
Love you mom.

P.S. I'm not on drugs either.
Sent 4:12 PM

You better.
Take care.
-Mum 4:14 PM

Good! She already agreed. I placed my phone back on my bag and sat there like a polite kid with my hands on my lap.

I was waiting for my turn to use the ice skating ring. Now, I had my hair in a tight small bun. A clean style where my face was visibly shown–like the rest of the girls here. I wore a fit and white gymnastics-attire and my skates that Hiccup gave.

Hiccup.

I hope he's okay. I hope he's not mad at me anymore. I don't want to break his trust again.

But this is just a farewell to Jack, right? It was just for one night.

It's now my turn.

Standing from my seat and balancing my self, I managed to stand up and skate myself towards our coach.

He signaled me to start and so did I. I managed to do two laps and made a high jump which impressed everyone. I smiled to myself, knowing that I still got it. I did a spin, extending one leg out and it worked. I wanted to reach my limits.

And so I tried lifting my leg backwards in attempt to spin with one foot but I end up crashing to the ground on my knees.

"Oooh," the others cringed, closing their eyes. Our couch quickly came for my aid.

Oh, I feel like throwing up.

"Are you okay?" He asked in concern but I just ahev him an assuring smile. "Nothing big," I spoke, lifting myself up with his help.

Damn my motion sickness and my retarded 20% skill in balance.

But I soon need to perfect that. The competition is nearing and I would want nothing but to do a perfect extraordinary spin.

"Good bye! See you guys tomorrow!" We all bid, grabbing our bags. My body actually didn't hurt from the practice today. I feel too excited to even get hurt.

Jack. I'm finally going to be with him again.

For the last time, that is.

I sighed, shaking the thought off. I needed to be brave.

I quickly exited the building, beading to the parking lot when I saw those golden eyes again.

My eyes widened, seeing him after a long time.

Deather?

It was Pitch Black. He had his back facing me and he seemed to be talking to someone.

Astrid?