Snowflakes

Kyle

Kyle

When Kyle first saw him, he was stumbling awkwardly around the much shorter students of his age. He chuckled sympathetically at him, figuring that life must have been a bit difficult for such stature. Kyle didn't get why he was in the ice skating class though; surely he was better at a sport like basketball.

He was wrong.

Blown away by how suddenly suave he was once the skates were on, Kyle almost knocked into the wall while at hockey practice. That was something in of itself. Since Kyle was one (if not the best) of the team. He climbed from beginner's level from when he was twelve and finally achieved top rank at sixteen. Now he's eighteen, and all of a sudden someone his age waltz in better than him in just weeks.

That didn't bother him though; more like it baffled him. He's never seen a genius up close before, especially one who's too awkward to even say hello to anyone in his class.

Needless to say he was interested. For the next few times when it wasn't practice and the lessons were on, he'd be seated among the audience, watching. Jump after jump, trick after trick, it always left Kyle impressed.

Two months passed. Then another two. And each time the coach or one of his players approached the boy, he would decline the offer of joining the team. Kyle was curious, so he did the most sensible thing.

When he walked up to him though, he knew it was a bad idea to bring her along with him.