You Promised

Chapter 15

Chapter 15: Jeez, That's Just A Little Bit Too Deep For Me

A few weeks later, here I am again, sitting in the car, dancing to the radio, and laughing my butt off. With my mom, of course. The one thing different this time is the fact that this time, I'm on the way to ice skating.

We turn a corner, and suddenly I find myself staring out the window at a plain, medium sized building. Oh, how I've come to know this beautiful building. It is a place where I met true friends, and then lost them. Where I met people I've been in relationships with, and then broke up with. I've faced countless hardships, but made it through all. This is where I've learned to do something I completely love with all of my heart, and where I learned a whole lot about myself.

Jeez, that was getting a little bit too deep for my liking. I mean, I just don't want to be in too deep, and have it hard to keep up above, and have my head starting to go under.

Feel me?

I jumped out of the car, and looked around. Its so hectic once again, because today is the start of another session. I most likely will be with a different instructor now, but since I've been going here so long I know all of them.

I grabbed my skate bag, and watched the people walking in. There were kids of all ages, and of all genders. I saw my friend Riley, and found myself saying goodbye to my mom and propelling myself towards Riley.

Riley has jet black, and extremely long hair. It goes down to her lower back. She is a little bit taller than me, and I'm about average height. Her eyes are an extremely dark brown. They are so dark that they often look black in certain lights. Although that may seem odd to visualize, she is still one of the most beautiful people I've ever met in my entire life.

"Heyo! Have you seen the new hockey players," she squealed as soon as I got by her. Typical Riley, talking about boys as soon as we make eye contact.

I sighed and stole a look at them. My jaw dropped.

"OmigodIdidn'tthinkhockeyplayershaveeverbeenhotteratthisplace," I somehow managed, even though I was breathless.

Her, being my best friend from outside of school, knew exactly what I said. Although you normal people would think it near impossible to understand.

"I know right," she said, enthusiastically.

"Ok, to change the subject, I hope we're in the same class," I said to her.

"They don't usually split us up, because we know each other so well, and the instructors like us enough to keep us together," she winked with a laugh.

At this point, we were inside with our skates on already, waiting for it to start. I was about to say something, but the head instructor called out to us, as a cue to go get sorted into a class.

The head instructor, Mrs. Markes, teaches the most elite class out of all of them, yet that class still is put at the same time as all of the lesser classes. She is most likely in her mid-40s, and has wild and curly, short, brown hair. She always wears this fluffy white jacket, which I think makes her look like a marshmallow.

When she is calling out the people in her elite class, I definitely didn't expect to be in her class, but low and behold, both Riley and I are in the same class!

This is going to be very different.

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