Something that Makes Christmas Special

Aleana

December 24, 2014

Long Island, New York

Tonight is Christmas Eve and I have a damn practice again. Don't get me wrong, it's not like I don't like figure skating, I just get tired of it. I practice every day since Christmas vacation.

I've become a figure skater since we migrated here in New York. I came from Canada. There are also lots of snow there. I always love playing in the snow. I learned how to ice skate before I could even read, seriously. My Mom was a former figure skater in our town, she was always the champion. Now, she has became a coach. So, it means that Mom is also my coach.

I compete ever since we got here. Last year, I was the 5th placer in the national level. Quite an achievement, I know. But Mom expected and wanted more.

"Get up now, Aleana!" Mom shouted from downstairs. "You don't want to be late for practice!"

I rolled my eyes and resisted the urge to scream. Mom is always like that. Very demanding. Maybe all the other Moms too. But she's quite different for me, I don't know. She just never gives me a chance to tell her what my real dream is. And that is to be a pastry chef.

I really love baking. Making cupcakes and cakes and other desserts even if it destroys my diet.

Mom is a huge disciplinarian too. She controls everything. From the clothes that I would wear to the foods that I should eat. It means, no sweets allowed. But I'm a rule breaker.

Every afternoon before I head to practice, I go to my favorite bakeshop, Amelia's Pastry, and buy Cinammon rolls and honey glazed doughnuts. My friends don't even know that because they're a bunch of self conscious figure skaters too. Luckily, I always remain fit. I'm okay with my body structure. I'm never insecure. Maybe because I grew up with confidence. That's how I know myself.

I got up lazily and went to the bathroom. It's cold but of course, I should take a bath. I don't want to stink.

After that, I put on my sports bra, spaghetti shirt and fit beige jacket. I also put on my skating pants. Then, I grabbed my backpack and threw my jeans in there and extra shirts and sweaters.

I wear my gloves and put my toe length feather trimmed coat. I encircled the scarf around my neck and put on my boots.

I love winter especially the outfits.

I ran my way downstairs amd saw my Mom reading the news paper. Then, she slided a glass with carrot juice to me.

I smiled slyly. "Thanks." I murmured.

Then, I went for a pack of wheat bread, grabbed some lettuce and mayo from the fridge.

"So, what's the plan for Christmas Eve, Mom?" I asked casually.

"I don't have any plans for tonight. Maybe we'll just have sushi in Nozu." She replied without looking at me.

I rolled my eyes. So much for Christmas eve. Gosh. She's so boring.

I didn't reply and just finished my usual breakfast.

We drove our way to Donohugh Stadium without talking. I just listened to Taylor Swift's new album which I bought last night from iTunes. I think the songs are great. They're cool. Taylor's cool too anyways.

When we arrived in the stadium, my new partner, also my gay bestfriend, Hernando, is already waiting for me. He's so funny that's why I like him and his boyfriend brings us energy drinks every practice. Hernando has this afro curly hair which he never likes, but his boyfriend, Clement, loves it. So Hernan decided not to do anything with it.