On The Ice (Story of my life) {Working title}

I stepped on the flawless ice.  I could hear it crack and chip under my toe pick as I pushed myself into a steady glide.  As I looked above me, I could blatantly see the sun which shone brightly in my eyes and temporarily blinded me.  Nearly involuntarily, I shielded my sensitive eyes with my hand.  Oh yes, I thought to myself, being blind will only improve my skating.1

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I would be testing in only a few weeks...With only a couple practices a week. How the hell am I going to get my program finished AND polished in that short amount of time? 3

Kristen Frazzini stood, heavily covered in various coats, sweatshirts and such.  She looked over at me, and I started to gain speed in my strokes.  Arms up, right foot, pause, left foot, keep the arms up!  Faster...Faster!  She could be watching you!  I beat my brain into having a straight, stiff mentality when I was stroking.  Only when I was practicing my program could I get artsy. 4

Stretching is horrible.  I try to avoid doing it, but Kristen seems to see EVERYTHING.  I skate reluctantly towards the dilapidated boards. These really should be replaced... I gently placed my right leg on the board and bent over, stretching my back more than anyone should ever have to endure.  Great balls of fire, this hurts!  Then proceeding to the arabesque position and bend over straight down, touching my nose to my left leg. Ouch!  I repeat with the left leg. Then into the lay back position.  Ugh...My lay back will always suck...Oh my god! Look at hers...It's so not fair, she's only 9!5

Before I realized it, Kristen is calling my name.6

"Anastasia, it's time for your lesson," Kristen said happily. 7