-Stasya's POV-
The ice is my home. I spent most of my time here, at the ice rink. Sometimes with my coach and most of the times without my coach. My goal was the World Grand Prix Figure skating competition. I was going to be in the top three. Even though I was still pretty young I had a goal in mind and I was determined to make it there.
My name is Stasya Duboff and I'm from a tiny town in Russia. My dream is to be a professional figure skater and I am so close to fulfilling that dream. I am pretty sure I am the youngest skater entering the competition. The only reason I am the youngest is that Yuri Plisetsky is only a few months older than me. I barely made it into the competition and if I had been even a few days younger they wouldn't have let me enter.
My coach worked hard to get me here, and I could do nothing but thank him. His hard work is what made me my best on the ice. Sure I had always been passionate about figure skating but seeing the pride in his eyes when I won always made me want to work harder. My coach was a friend of the family and had known me since I was a baby. This was why I always felt the need to make him proud.
I liked practicing with him there to give me pointers and tips on how to better land my spins but I also liked to have a break and practice on my own.
I was from a small town in Russia that didn't have many people living in it. Hence it is a small town. Most of the folks where I live were sweet and wouldn't harm a fly. Also, everyone knew each other. Occasionally a new person would wander in and fall in love with the scenery and settle down there but still, it was a quiet, cute town.
I was lost in my own world, listening to the music playing in my headphones. My coach and I went to Moscow so I could compete in a competition that, hopefully, if I won, would get me into the World Grand Prix. The rink I practiced in, preparing for the competition, was a popular one where families came and enjoyed ice skating. A few pros came here to train too but mostly during hours it was open. I just happened to be here after hours thanks to some talking with the owner. He agreed to stay and wait until I was ready to go home to close everything up. I was the only one in here, keeping half of the lights in the rink off so I could set the mood for the dance. Everyone had already gone home, even my coach called it a night. With the music in my ears and my eyes closed, I swayed and practiced my performance for the competition, having perfected it a while back. With the grace and peace, I was getting from keeping my eyes closed and music in my ears I also had a disadvantage. I didn't notice when someone had come to the rink, I only noticed because I heard the double doors slam through my music. I came to a stop and took my earbuds out, looking around the rink. My eyes were caught on a familiar blond haired head. I knew he wouldn't know me but I knew who he was. He was Yuri Plisetsky and he was one of my favorite skaters. I wasn't exactly surprised to see him here I knew it was going to happen sooner or later.