Elana Ferrer never really had goals. For her, life consisted of nothing but surviving school until the next day -- until she saw him.
In the eyes of Yuzuru Hanyu, Elana found something to truly be passionate about. The cutthroat world of figure sk...
Glancing at the enormous building in front of me, I gripped the straps of my backpack nervously before letting out a shaky breath.
I didn't know why I was so nervous. I mean, it's just a meeting where it would determine my future in figure skating. The hell, I just made myself more nervous than I initially was.
Shaking my head to be rid of random thoughts, I opened the door to what would be my new home-rink for the rest of my competitive years in this sport.
When I first took a look around, I was kind of surprised. The Toronto Cricket & Curling Club was like a hotel based on its reception area. Further in, I could see a restaurant style lounge through a set of elegant double doors.
"Miss, can I help you?" a smartly dressed receptionist asked me behind the wooden counter.
"Oh, um, yes," I stuttered, blush covering my cheeks as I felt out place in this elegant establishment. When the website said that the TCC was a prestigious sports club that was founded dozens of years ago, they weren't kidding one bit.
I scuffed my worn, faded rubber shoes against the recently polished floor as I viciously regretted not dressing up just a little bit. I was wearing a grey hoodie, faded pants, black backpack, along with my supposedly white but sadly not white rubber shoes.
Gathering the little courage I had, I met the curious stare of the receptionist. "I'm looking for Mr. Orser? Do you know where he is?"
"Brian Orser? You just missed him, he left a couple of minutes ago. Don't worry, he'll be back soon. Do you have an appointment with him?"
