"Come on, come on!" I mentally scream at myself as I prepared For My final jump, a quad toe loop.
being on the ice Has always been like A home for me, ever since my parents abandoned me in this Shitty orphanage. Anway. three, two, one. And... JUMP!! in the corner of my eyes o saw a group of boys staring at me, as I gracefully landed, smiling and wide eyes, they looked so, happy? I ignored them with a blank face and continued my rouine, letting the calm music take me with it.
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as I finished my routine By doing a camel spin I felt my mind go peacefully blank. The strong force of the spin made my jet black hair fly back exposing my pale forehead, while squeezing my ocean blue eyes shut, I came out of the spin and skidded to a stop slightly out of breath in the very middle of the rink. Quiet applause came from the stands where they boys stood, not paying attention I skated over to the side where my coach, Alice, stood looking irritated as always. But I couldn't help look over at one of the boys, the way his perfectly brown hair was styled to his twinkling kind chocolate eyes. I quickly looked trying to not get noticed.
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"Alexander!'' she screeched at me " what in earth were you thinking going into your axles like that, I didn't train you for nothing" i noded Carelessly "yeah, yeah" I murmered getting off the ice and grabbing my bag and bottle.
I sat down on the cold and unfomfy bench Undoing my laces as I lissen to the loud Screams and giggles of children entering the public sessions and alice saying something about my step sequence being too sloppy. I couldn't care less though. after slipping my battered old converse on I stood up, feeling slight sadness since I still havnt grown any higher than 5ft4" and made my way to the exit.
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- After wallking about a hour "home" Aka this shit hole, it's been so long since I've been back from coming home from the junior world championships, I managed to get gold (obviously) i collapsed on my rickety old bed sheets and let out a sigh of displeasure and ended up Falling asleep letting the darkness take me.
HI guys, this is my first story so sorry if it's shit
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Cold as ice.
Romancewhen Sixteen year old figureskating champion Alex Westbrooke, known for his cold having his own title of "the bad boy of ice" meets Bubbly seventeen year old School jock Mason Williams. will things change? or will Alex stay broken.
