Figures

Introduction

My name is Arabella Scott. I am 17 and I go to Wichminster's Private Academy in London. I am also the future holder of the Gold medal for Women's Figure Skating in the 2014 Sochi Olympics.
I remember the day I started skating. It was during Spring Break in 2005. I was bored and had nothing to do; so my mate Lillith and I went ice skating at the local arena.
To get there we had to walk downtown, past the plaza, the ice cream shop, and the gas station. We cut through the parking lot of Bart's, which was a pull-up resturant. You know, where the waitresses would wear rollerskates and give you your food in your own car. As soon as we got to the white marble building, I knew I would love the expirience. Lillith grabbed my hand and ran inside, where we gave the counter girl some pounds for skate rental.
Lillith laughed at me when I told her I didn't know how to put on my skates. She was still giggling as she finished up the last knot. "Are these supposed to be this tight?" I gasped.
"Yep!" She said while putting on hers. When we stood up, it felt like walking in me mum's high heels. We walked through glass doors, past lockers, and we were at the door. "Remember to push out as you skate. You won't get it immediately." Lillith chuckled at me hobbling around in my skates. She pushed open the door, which gave a blast of cold air. We both shivered as we walked onto the ice.
All around us there were people skating. Some children had helmets on, but others, like Lillith and I, tried to just keep our balance on the bloody thing.
Lillith was the first to slip and fall. She laughed as soon as she got to her senses, and got in a dog position to get up. Seconds later a staff member came to see if she was okay.
"What's your names? I haven't seen you here before." He asked. He was a stalky blonde boy. He had green eyes that looked like the color of clovers. He wore khaki pants to match his bright yellow polo. The arena's emblum was stitched onto his breast pocket.
"I'm Arabella Scott. And this is Lillith." I responded quietly. Lillith waved.
"Hey. My name is Calvin. Want me to show you some basics?" We both nodded eagerly.
At the end of the day Calvin ended up calling my mum. Lillith and I sat on the bench near the phone so we could hear what he was saying.
"Hello, I'm Calvin Britt, I'm a staff member at the London Ice Arena...Yes, are you the mother of Arabella?...Oh no, she is not in trouble...Yes, I can garuntee she was safe on the ice...Yes-...Yes, ma'am, I just want to say-...Ma'am, I want to recommend Arabella for figure skating lessons. Yes, the price is 15 pounds per week...I believe she can be in Basic III by the end of this year...Arabella is very talented...If you need, I can get my manager to call you. Would you like that? Yes, okay I will get her. Good day, Ms. Scott."
He hung up the phone and turned the corner. He walked straight in front of me and kneeled down so our eyes were at the same level.
"Arabella, do you like skating?"
"Yes." I said.
"Would you like to start figure skating?"
"What's that?" I asked.
"It's like normal skating, but you dance on the ice." His eyes brightened with every word.
"I would very much like that." I responded, smiling from ear to ear.
And that's how I started skating. Calvin was right. By November I was in Basic III, and I was only 8 years old.
Although Lillith doesn't enjoy figure skating, she still comes to my competitions to this day. She honestly believes I can make it to the Olympics. She's my #1 supporter.
By 14 I was considered a star in skating. I was Clara in the Nutcracker, Wendy in Peter Pan on Ice, and Cosette in Les Miserables.

But what really changed everything that year was when Lillith invited me with her on her family vacation.
They were going to Spain, and Lily (That was her nickname at that age) asked my rents if I could join her parents and her little brother. My parents obliged, and I started packing. On the plane there I sat next to Lily, who was at the window seat, while I, sat in the middle. Her mother sat next to us on the aisle, and everything was calm, as Lily let me read her favorite book there.
Halfway through that book a note slipped from the pages. I opened it, and saw Lily's handwriting. I looked over to her confusingly, but she was asleep, her head resting against my shoulder. I made sure her mother was asleep also, and opened up the note fully to read it.

Ara,
I found some Playboy magazines in my grandpas old closet, we should check them out. Maybe we can kiss a little.
-Lily

I read the note over and over. I looked at Lily. She was waking up a bit now. Outside I saw blue waters of Spain. We'd be getting to the land soon.
Did I like girls? I thought. I didn't really think about that stuff until now.
But is this normal? To do this during a friendship? I wasn't sure. Next to me, Mrs. Marx snored. The note didn't leave my mind until we actually got to the house. It was 6 by then, and we quickly ate, unpacked, and Lily, her brother, and I went to bed while the adults stayed up and drank wine.      At night she looked at the playboy magazines. I stopped looking at them once they got really hairy, and I lied in bed while she put them away. She soon got under the blue sheets next to me. I rolled over to face her. "Hello." I said.

"I'm gay." She said.

"I know." She then kissed me. And I let her.
But it went to normal after that. Lily started dating some other girls, and I focused on ice skating. And that was that.
Until I met Cessa.