Dear Sunshine,

Chapter 1

-Three years later-

Skating.

Preferably figure skating, is my only other escape I can go to without doing equations for fun.

And I most definitely needed an escape from everything that was going on in my life right now.

Boston and I had quickly gotten together only a few weeks prior to meeting. And we didn't break up until just a few hours ago, with a huge fight that happened in my dorm.

That's why I couldn't be solving anything at the moment. My mind was too busy with thoughts and emotions, and being in my dorm while doing so would just be simply too overwhelming. I needed to get out my emotions from what had just transpired physically without hurting anyone.

So here I am, in the skating rink a few blocks away from my apartment, skating around the rink aimlessly. I'm not going to be dancing, so I at least make the trip here worthwhile and I do exercises to strengthen my technical skills on the ice.

I got into ice skating at a young age. I don't remember how exactly because I was only four or five years old, but I was told by my Dad that my aunt had taken me to the local ice rink in connecticut and she couldn't seem to get me off the ice. Whether that was because Kimmy couldn't skate, or because I was always out of her grasp whenever she tried to pick me up, or possibly a mix of both, we shall never know.

A minute more passes, and I stop skating around the walls, ready for a drink of water. Again, I wasn't too focused on dancing an actual routine today, just as long as I could do something and move my body to release pent up anger, frustration, sadness, just any emotion. Just skating fast around the walls and working on some stepping exercises were enough for me to get everything out and not harm myself by doing a jump or a complex spin of any sort.

The corner of my lips drag into a very small smile as I see my two roommates slash best friends clap, and I let out a tiny chuckle, barely audible.

I skate off the ice, putting on the guards on my blades so I don't damage them more. Skates are expensive and I certainly don't have the money to buy new pairs that often. Dull blades were absolutely not fun to skate on, and I couldn't deal with another thing with a negative impact right now.

"Madi, you won't believe who showed up to Jenessas party completely wasted." My friend Fireball approaches me, laughing their ass off.

Fireball is non-binary. Long brunette hair, striking blue eyes, tall, a flower vine tattoo adorning their left shoulder. Despite all of this, their futures were still fairly feminine, much to their distaste. Everyone knows them as Fireball, because they hate their dead name, Saige. I found Fireball way more fitting though, as it definitely struck conversation, and that's what their personality trait definitely was. Hyper, exciting, sweet but mixed with a bit of spicy.

"I could take a good guess." I roll my eyes, and Fireball stops laughing immediately.

"No shit. Did the famous campus couple break up?" Fireball immediately engulfs me into a hug, after I send them a glare, but I latch on, not realizing how much I needed one until right now.

"Ew, gross, pda." Shelby, a smaller, slightly darker haired version of Fireball approaches.

Shelby and Fireball are twins, and very alike, even though Shelby isn't as affectionate as her sibling. She shows it in a different way that isn't physical touch like Fireball. Shelby is the type of person who prefers to give the cold hard truth when it is beneficial. She's honest and never tends to hide her opinions, which sometimes I am and am not to grateful for.

"Shut up shelbs, Madi and Boston broke up." Fireball let's go of me to nudge Shelby in the arm, and Shelby rolls her blue eyes.

"About time." Shelby mumbles underneath her breath. She never really liked Boston anyways.