Okay, so I've always loved American Girl. I grew up loving the time once a year when my parents would take me to visit my uncle and Chicago and getting to go to the American Girl store. My parents always love to tell the story of the time we went to the American Girl store, and I had about three hundred dollars' worth of stuff I'd picked out. My dad told me, "I think that's enough,", and allegedly I looked at him, put my hands on my hips, and said, "I'm not done yet!" I then continued shopping. I never usually bought the Girl of Year doll, but Mia was the exception. This going to be just a four or five chapter stories through Mia's brothers' eyes about her being a figure-skater since I always thought their disapproval was very interesting. Hope you enjoy! Disclaimer: I don't own Mia or anything American Girl (besides a lot of dolls and books). I'm just a humble follower.

Year: 2010

Skip, Perry, and Rick pulled into the parking of the Lucerne Skate Club. They had been sent to go get take out for dinner, but they had to pick up Mia from the rink first. To her three older brothers' dismay, Mia was more into figure skating than ever. Heck, she was home less than any of them. In fact, she was getting quite good, according to Coach Schubert, taking a high top ten spot at Regionals and going onto Nationals, ranking within the top twenty skaters in her age division.

The three of them walked into the rink that they practically lived in. It was easy to find Mia. She was still on the ice, trying to perfect a difficult looking jump. Anya was also on the ice, telling Mia what she had done each time.

Mia got up after falling on her butt yet again. "Your shoulders need to be back more," Anya instructed. Mia nodded and got up. She started skating faster and jumped. The jump was good, but the landing was shaky. Mia lost balance and fell on her back. Her brothers, sitting in the stand, immediately jumped up. Anya, worried helped her friend up.

"Mia, you okay?" Perry asked worriedly. That was one thing he didn't like about figure skating. Sure, hockey was tough, but you had pads and a helmet on as well as a team behind you. Figure skating meant you were alone and unprotected. Perry wasn't sure if he wanted that for his sister.

Mia, who was skating in slow circles, trying to regain her breath, nodded. "I just want to go one more time, and then we can go," she told her brothers. The three guys just exchanged a look. It was official. Their little sister was crazy.

Then again, maybe she wasn't. Skip knew that he and his brothers all kept playing even when they got hurt. It was simply the St. Clair way.

Mia got a little more speed this time. The jump was perfect, and the landing just right. "Yes!" she shouted, doing a little loop.

Anya smiled. "Good job," she complimented. They skated towards the door. "See you tomorrow?"

"Yep," Mia said. "Vanessa coming?"

"Yeah, her mom said she seriously needs to study. Coach Schubert flipped when she saw Vanessa's last report card." Mia nodded understandingly. Coach Schubert was a stickler about school. You had to keep up your grades if you wanted to skate.

Mia, after saying goodbye to Anya, followed her brothers out to the car. "What's for dinner?" she asked, climbing into the backseat and setting her back by her feet.

"We're picking up a pizza," Skip told her.

"Good," Mia replied happily. "I'm starving."

The radio was on faintly in the background. Rick spoke up. "That was a nasty fall," he stated.

Mia shrugged. "Not really," she said.

"Looked pretty bad to me," Perry added.

Mia glared at him. "Well, it wasn't," she insisted. "It's just part of the sport."

Skip just couldn't resist a jab here. "They made figure skating a sport?" His little sister's glare could've raised the dead. She didn't talk to any of them the rest of the car ride.

After dinner, Perry, Skip, Rick, and their dad were watching the hockey game. It was their mom's turn to clean up, and Mia was helping. In the middle of the game, there was a faint, "Ow..." from the kitchen. Skip raised an eyebrow. He went up to get something to drink and check what was going on in the kitchen.

The sight shocked him. Mia had her shirt pulled up in the back, and her back was all bruised up. His sister winced as their mom pressed an ice pack to it and instructed her to hold it there. "Shit, Mia," he muttered, staring at the bruises. "Why'd you do?"

Mia just smirked at him. "I perfected a new jump," she responded. "I've been falling on my back for the last week."

Skip was speechless. From then on, he definitely considered figuring skating a sport.