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Song: Never Call Me ~ Jhene Aiko
Mia's POV
Staying away from the rink was one of the worst decisions i've ever made. This place was home and no one should be far from home forever. I was welcomed back in like I was family.
"Alright skaters we have a very special guest here tonight. Our skate queen is back and she's here to stay. Give it up for Mia." The Dj announced over the speaker making sure to point at me so all the attention and cheers were directed towards me. If it wasn't for my darker skin tone the blush I was sporting woudlve been visible. The regulars new who I was but the others didn't and they're just clapping and cheering so they won't look left out.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw my big cousin Rashad flashing me a bright white smile and a thumbs up.
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Rashad knew I hated attention yet he does something like this to me. I turned to Caro to see her already looking at me well more like her phone looking at me.
"Were you in on this too?" I was shocked after all that Caro said about being stuck together in the car and she does this. Betrayal at its finest
"Surprise" Caro cracked up her eyes scrunching together in genuine laughter. So much that she may have rolled out too far on her skates and feel.
"Umph! Aww shit" Caro groaned out in obvious pain. It took everything to not laugh but once the little chuckle came out it was soon followed by a collection of side splitting laughter causing me to lean back too far and plop straight on the ground. A fit of groans and swears coming out of my mouth as an obnoxiously high pitched laugh came out followed by an even more annoying voice.
"This is the so called skate queen? Pathetic she can't even stand on her own skates." The cat-like voice came from a petite black and green haired girl. With her long nails and even longer weave I knew this girl had to be some type of spoiled brat. You could see it in her Gucci two-piece that she was clearly cold in, you could see it in the slight shivers from the rinks cool temperature thanks to Uncle Lucas' rule on not touching the ac.
