A new history / Yuri on ice Oc

Yuki on ice!!!

I was always interested and fascinated in ice skating when I was young. After all, it seemed so princessy and graceful. But as I got older I lacked the time to daydream and I never lived up to my name. 'Snow'.

But I remembered one day at when I was by the skating center, eyeing the proficient skaters, I bumped into someone.

"WATCH WERE YOU'RE GOIN' !!"

And that was 2 years ago.

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My name is Yuki Glazkov. "My full name is Yuki Lixue Eun-mi Glazkov'. I'm divided as Japanese and Russian, and a quarter Korean and Chinese. You know, it's not painless to be mixed, and by really mixed. I'm legitimately shy and cautious, but when having a goal, I can be very determined. Even if I am mixed, I consider myself Japanese, and besides, I've never left Japan before.

To where I live, Too shy automatically leads to no friends. But since I've been bullied all my school growth previously, until entering Highschool, no one had even gone near me. Maybe I was just striking it rich, but truthfully, having no friends at all is worthier than being bullied.

I really dislike talking, no, anything to do with attention. My face heats up and everyone averts their eyes at me. That's the reason why Language is my least favorite subject and Math is my cherished subject. Because Math is always a solo effort. I slumped downwards in my seat, thinking about everything I've messed up in life.

My teacher entered the classroom, holding a stack of papers that all seem duplicated. She called the class' attention.

"I'm sorry to spring this on you, but next week we are going to the skating center to learn a bit of skating." She announced, flicking through the papers.

I overheard a few dozen kids say yesses under their breath but inside I was convincing myself I can't skate! I'm just going to embarrass myself! It came to my mind that when I was young I always longed to try ice skating because it was so intelligent and beautiful. Maybe I could try a bit...at least.

My teacher handed out the forms. It was explaining about the price and if you have the equipment or not. I have no experience. No equipment. No courage to go on stage. No skills to do anything. And even worse, no friends to ever cheer me on.

I sighed. 'Guess I'll have to buy the equipment too.'

"Now reverting back to class." My teacher said, slamming her book on her desk. "I'm handing out your evaluation marks today."

Mrs. Kanade does this every month. She gives everyone a sheet marking them about their maturity, cooperation, individual writing, and more. I actually look forwards to get my sheet every month so I knew what to improve on.

I felt the wind when my sheet shifted onto my desk and Mrs. Kanade walking to the student to my left. I quickly grabbed my sheet, looking around to see if anyone saw it, then looked at it secretively to myself. I earned an E for everything...and an N for Participation.

(E= Excellent, G=good, O=okay, N=needs improvement.)

That has never occurred before. I usually get an O for participation, and Gs and Es. But not at all today. I get an E for everything and an N for participation. I slid down in my seat to hide all my embarrassment. You can't blame me for getting an N. It's difficult to raise your hand and have everyone glance at you! I don't want anyone to look at me, they all know the answer anyways. 

Now I'm not even sure if my mother will even allow me to go ice skating! I sneakily hid my paper in my backpack and walked home alone. If I could keep quiet, mother probably wouldn't have noticed it. I took out my skating form and dashed home, the autumn wind and leaves through my face and glasses. I opened the door and shouted "Mom!!"