Some oneshots of OCs (original characters). Info sheets about them will come up soon.
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I just finished my session in Rollerskating. I had scheduled in advance to have the rollerskating rink to myself, where I practiced and recorded a video. I plan to become a great figure rollerblader and compete in the nationals. But I still have yet to be discovered.
I focused hard on the computer as I edited the video of me skating. My short black hair shining. I was in, as I call it, my beautiful paradise of a bedroom. My bedroom was filled with posters on walls, merchandise, and replicas of my number one favorite figure blader. And that is, of course, Alex Romo. Despite him being my favorite, I'm not blind. I do know he isn't perfect.
Infact he loses sometimes. But what makes him my favorite is that he never lets anything beat him down. Even though he has lost and sometimes didn't make it in the finals, he still showed that it can't ruin him. He still fights back.
Many people say that my love for rollerblading comes from my parents. Although I think it was just a coincidence that I happened to enjoy being in a rink. Everyone had thought I'd want to become an Ice skater. But I dislike being on ice. It's like trying to touch a deer. Something so graceful that it shouldn't be touched, no matter how gentle.
When I was young, I had thought I would become a figure skater, because that's what my parents had expected. But when they had brought me to a rollerskating rink, I had fell in love.
It was a whole new experience. It wasn't cold like the ice rink. Instead it was warm like that one spot in your house where the sun shines, making it warmer. The blading had a completely different tone from what I was exposed to. Here, I felt free. As I felt the soft wind from speed, I felt as if I was a frozen bird that slowly unthawed and went out into the place I was meant to be.
"Victor, it's time for dinner." The familiar sound of my father had me smiling and going downstairs for dinner. "Coming!"
"For dinner, we are having Buckwheat Crěpes, along with apple cider. Then for dessert we will have a Paris Brest." My father said beautifully as we both walked to the table.
Our spoons clinked quietly on the plates as we ate our food. "So...how was everyone's day?" My father had asked before taking another bite. "Mine was okay. It was kind of boring for me today." My dad was not so very happy.
He had lost some of his happiness after an accident that had occurred when I was young. "And how was yours Victor?"
I smiled. "Today I practiced more rollerblading and I recorded a new video for my youtu-"
"And have you found a paying job yet?" My dad interupted. "Well...not yet bu-"
"Exactly. You shouldn't be wasting your time with stupid rollerblading and get a job already!" My dad had once again yelled. I was starting to get tired of all his yelling. I had sighed, my frustration almost getting the better of me. "Dad, I will find a job soon, but I want to become a figure rollerblader!" I had said, keeping my voice at normal level.
"Victor makes the choices in his life. You can't force him honey." Father had decided to step in. It was really rare when me and my dad had gotten physical. But lately, both of us had been getting more and more frustrated with eachother.
"No. He needs to start focusing on getting a job, not spending money everyday on stupid hobbies." He said quietly. He would never yell at father. I had sighed as I had heard my parents argue. I had finished my dinner and ate a piece of Paris Brest.
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