The Girl Of Ice (Unedited Version)

Chapter 23 Grand Prix Day 1

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Chapter 23 Grand Prix Day 1

I was gliding on the ice and I knew my parents were standing and watching me skate. I was headed for a single-foot glide, which was basics, but it was new to me. I just started skating not a week long ago. My mother cheered for me, so did my father. I was lucky. Usually, no one my age got their own coaches. They all learnt and skated in groups. But, I had my own father train me. Not exactly a coach type, nah-uh, he needs his own practice time too. But, he took out two hours from his day to actually train me to figure skate. Obviously, it was a blessing! When I was done, I headed towards them. I rushed and climbed in my father’s arms. My mother helped me take my skates off and put them neatly in the bag with the soakers. It was all perfect and such a bliss. But little did me, or my parents, knew what was in store for us later that night. I woke up from my bed, rubbing my eyes. The image was fading in my mind. All I heard were screams from the hall and a slap sound. Before I caught a glimpse of my mother crying, it all just faded away…

“Lizzie?” Someone’s voice hit me back to reality—Kiera’s voice.

“Yeah, am okay. Just zoning out”

“You ready to watch American Crystal Summers skate? She’s pretty good,”

“I know,” I cut in. Honestly, I was shocked. I am surprised I didn’t choke on my words. I thought she was going to quit, then why this? Did she lie to me too? On the second thought, Willy wasn’t arrested, was he? “Hey, coach?”

“Yeah?”

“The person who shooted Aaron, is he caught?”

She remained silent for a second and then spoke, “No, the police are doing the best they can. They predict the shooter to be a pro, you know maybe even a serial killer. They are doing their best to track him down. Not too long before he’s caught, don’t worry”

 “That can’t be possible…” I muttered but this was not the time to worry about it. Or maybe it was.

High time.

I shook my head and stood up. I grabbed my bag pack and followed my coach outside. We stood before the ice rink and witnessed Margareta Phoebe dance to the melody. She skated really gracefully but she had pretty tense landings from her jumps. That surely deducts her score. She was picky and careful. She told me she did root for me in the Olympics, I still didn’t get why she told me that. She was struggling too, just like me. Weird.

“On the ice, Crystal Summers of America!” The commentators shouted. I seemed fazed at the performance she was giving. She obviously took control of the ice beneath her and even the audience. She was as beautiful as a butterfly dancing around with its wings. One of the judges smiled for a second on her beautiful triple Lutz triple toe combination. What a start!