Story of an Ice Skating Queen.

Chapter 2: Kristal "Ice" Stan.

My rich girl relaxation time,for those who do not know is held only on the weekends,beginning Friday-Sunday.Today is Saturday and I'm enjoying myself, doing backstrokes in my indoor pool, listening to Avril Lavigne's "Smile" with my hot pink shoulder studded two-piece bathing suit on and my jet black hair floating in the cool water when I hear a quiet, all be it too humble knock at the door. No that's not my dad's knock.....it's my little annoying brother,Michael Mckendra. So I push up and holler "Yeah what is it?" hoping against hope he'll detect the tone of "Leave Me Alone" in my voice, but alas it doesn't work.That old Jedi Mind Trick is not working and he enters and says,"Jinny can I swim with you?" That's the number 1 question i dread on my days off from all the rules of the house. This means i have to switch P!NK for Beethoven,change into my simpler out-of-style one piece's and put my hair back in a swimming cap. Sure enough there he goes playing  Mozart out of his Classical Spotify playlist and pulling up his trunks then "WEE!!!!" he jumps in and as is custom he says, "Jinny do you enjoy Mozart?" Just as matter -of -fact as always. I hear my body guard's knock, so I run over to the door and answer to see Mikhael, my body guard. "Miss Jinna someone is here to see you,she is in the living room". "Thanks" is my response as I grab a towel and my cover-up,blow Michael a kiss and then skip outta the pool room and slide down the banister, then enter the living room. I head into the living room where I see my older sister, Krista sitting in her wheelchair by the window.  For those of you who don't know Krista Jessica Lila Mckendra, other than what I just told you let me introduce you.Krista is the oldest of the Mckendra trio,at age 12 dad sent her to train with Kristal Stan and made it to the championships.She was known for her excellent scores and figure 8's and for never ever breaking the rules....So she was the picture of perfection in skating terms.Then just a month ago she broke her left leg and fractured her right ankle,as well as end3d up with permanent spine\back damage hat no doctor could fix without routine trips to surgery to get 2 metal bars welded into where her spin used to be. When she sees me she breaks out into a huge grin. Oh and before I forget she's the prettiest,with her long wavy jet black hair and crystal clear emerald cat eyes. I sit on the couch and she asks: "So what has my lil' punk sister been up to here of late? so I tell her: "Trying to not die from all these darn rules!!" She chuckles and then puts her hand on my shoulder before getting a serious expression on her faceand then she says: "Jinna,we're family and I've always looked out for your best interests that's why I think you can handle this. Daddy's already paid for your room and board and lessons. With Kristal Stan" Suddenly the room feels all to roomy and my head's spinning way too much. Finally I regain all senses in a record of 15 minutes, dad has entered the room and is sitting beside me. At last I break the silence by pleading more than asking: "Why,Why,Why?"  He CV lears his throat, and  I slouch on the couch when he says: "Honey you've met Kristal Stan before. It's been awhile but ya'll have met. Besides I know Kristal pretty intimately, she's really nice." I remain silent with my arms crossed. I knew dad had brought Kristal here before on his big Harley -Davidson with her flaming red  hair,leather jacket and leather pants and that European look.But nobody first  asked me if I wanted to train with this German sociopath. Anyway my opinion doesn't last long in this household and the next thing I know I'm sitting in my dad's limo heading to Vegas to meet Kristal and do a bit of gambling.