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Everdeen's POV
Moving day. This sucks. I've spent sixteen years of my life in this exact place, and now we're moving.
I will say though, it is for the best. See, I'm a figure skater and I've been training since I was eight. That's when I figured out that figure skating was important to me. Anyways, an amazing coach in Washington named Kayla Butler, saw me compete at nationals and asked me to move down here. After many long talks with my family and my old coach, we finally decided that's what was best for me.
I just hope it's worth it. I'm leaving my rink for this coach. Even if she's world class, she better have a plan on how to get me to world's this year.
That sounded selfish. I mentally cursed myself. I'm really not a selfish person, it's just that when you are with a group of people at the rink, six days a week for five hours a day, and you live with two of them and don't even go to your home except one day a week, the people you're around become your family. They're everything to you.
So here I was, getting on a plane, and leaving my family behind. I was on a plane to Port Angeles, where I'd take a ride to La Push, which is where I'd live with my coach.
I stared at the window throughout all of take off, and once it finally hit me that I was gone, I closed my eyes and took a nap.
"Ladies and gentleman, please wait until the seatbelt sign is turned off and the plane has come to a complete stop before standing. We hope you have enjoyed your time on Sun Country airlines. Thank you for flying with us and have a wonderful day."
When the sign turned off, there was a series of clicks while everyone stood up. I was an unaccompanied minor, so I had to wait for everyone else to get off.
Once they were off, I took my Zuca bag out before grabbing my carry on and making my way off the plane.
When I got off, I immediately spotted my soon to be coach and made my way over to her.
She smiled and we made our way to her car.
"You'll love it here. There are all kinds of things to do. The beach is really close to my -excuse me - our house and it's a great place to get into shape." She blabbed.
I nodded along with her. Usually I'm pretty talkative, I just felt a little awkward around Kayla so far. I barely know her.
After a half hour drive to her house, we got my stuff into her house within two trips.
"Your room is up the stairs, turn left and it's the door on the far end."
I put my stuff in there and walked right back out without putting anything away.
I headed downstairs and asked right away to go to that beach she'd talked about and she complied.
I just about ran out the door and when I got there I sat on a log in the sand.
It obviously rained here a lot. I mean a lot. The sand was wet as was everything I'd seen on my way out here.
I kind of liked the look it gave. Yes, it made things a little dreary, but it made everything look healthy and alive. It made everything greener.
I looked around to find that I wasn't the only one here. There was a group of five or six extremely tall guys playing football.
I couldn't help but notice every single one of them was shirtless, wearing only a pair of ripped cut off shorts, and I looked down at my hands.
What can I say, I'm a teenage girl. Every single girl my age would have noticed too, and most of them would have walked over there and started flirting.
Not me though, I'm an athlete, and I don't need a guy keeping me distracted from my goals. I need to stay focused, and a boyfriend wouldn't help that. It'll just make me think about him, and thinking about him, means less thinking about skating, which is the destination for my life. Hopefully.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not against having a boyfriend, I just don't want to look for one. If a guy finds me and asks me to go on a date with him, I'll act like any other girl would. I'd evaluate and decide yes or no, and then I'd go.
Something came whizzing by my head and I looked up to see a football in the sand a few feet from me. I stood up and grabbed it and walked over to the guys who were playing.
I handed it to the guy closest to me, who I assume was the one who had missed the ball, and he smiled at me.
"Hey, thanks." He said and he looked down at my short four foot nine inch frame and smiled a breathtaking smile that took my breath away.
At that moment, his look changed from a simple smile of thanks to a smile of adoration.
I can honestly say that I was confused.
"Seth! Come on!" One of the boys from behind him called.
He turned around and I was able to see something besides his eyes which were like death traps. They pulled me in and I couldn't stop looking at them until he looked away.
Now I was able to see the rest of him. His muscles were very defined, and he was one of those boys the popular girls drooled over. He was probably around a foot and a half taller than me, making me feel even shorter than normal. His hair was messy, and black as a crow. His skin showed that he was a native and spent a lot of time outside.
"Sorry!" Seth called. He turned back around and smiled at me again before taking the football from my hands and jogging away.
"Thanks!" Seth called over his shoulder.
"Your welcome." I called back before I turned and went back to my log.
I couldn't help but watch the boys out of the corner of my eye the rest of my time there. They seemed faster than most people, and stronger too. They were all super ripped, like body builders or something.
I really didn't know what to think of them. I mean, they looked like they were on steroids or something, but I just couldn't see that smiley kid that talked to me taking illegal substances. It just didn't make sense.
I sighed and stood up, turning to walk to the house.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw one of the large boys shove the smiley boy who I assumed was named Seth toward me.
I walked ignoring it, figuring my imagination had just gone wild, but when I heard footsteps behind me, I turned around.
"Hey! I don't think I've introduced myself yet, I'm Seth." He said smiling like a maniac.
I held my hand out to shake his hand. "I'm Everdeen. Nice to meet you." I told him, being polite like usual.
He shook my hand and I swear my heart did a small flip. What's wrong with me? I've never had that feeling before.
"That's a cool name." He said.
I shrugged. "I can honestly say that I've never met anyone else with my name before." I laughed a little bit.
He chuckled with me. "I can only imagine."
There was a short moment of silence with us just looking at each other, but Seth seemed content with that. He didn't seem to care.
"So do you live around here?" He asked me.
I nodded. "Yeah, I moved into a house up on Crescent street today."
He seemed to think about that for a second. "I didn't think there were any houses up for sale there."
I shook my head laughing a little. "No, no. There aren't. I moved in with my new coach." I explained.
He nodded. "Coach. What sport?"
I blushed a little. Some people don't think figure skating is a sport. I of course disagree, I mean, not just anybody can do it, and it's in the olympics, so it's definitely a sport.
"Figure skating."
He thought about that. "I can't think of any rinks too close by. Where do you plan on skating?"
"Seattle has a pretty good club up there." I said with another shrug.
He nodded. "Alright, well maybe I'll see you again sometime." He said enthusiastically.
I nodded. "Yeah, I think I'll be at this beach a lot. It's a really pretty scene."
He smiled. "Yeah, it really is huh?"
"Yeah. Well, I have to go. Bye Seth." I said as I turned around.
"Bye Everdeen." He said.
I took the short walk back to my new house, and I was got there just before nightfall.
"Dinner's ready Everdeen. We still have to talk about your schooling and your schedule at the rink. I already set the table, just grab a seat." Kayla told me from another room.
"Alright." I called to her as I wandered into the dinning room. I sat down at one of the two empty chairs and looked at what seemed to be delicious food.
By the time Kayla got to the table, I had decided it was chicken marinara.
"You can start eating even if I'm not here you know." Kayla informed me.
"Oh, alright."
I cut my chicken up and smiled as I took my first bite.
"So. You did online school back in Minnesota right?" She asked and continued on when I nodded. "Alright, do you plan on doing that here too?"
I nodded yet again.
"Okay then, so we have more time for training. Excellent." She smiled. "So you're going to become a member of the Seattle Figure Skating Club, as you know. I know everyone there, and I think you'll like them. Do you want me to introduce you to a few of them?" She asked me politely.
I shook my head. I'll meet people on my own time.
She nodded back to me. "Very well. We start training tomorrow. I think we can get up... Oh, say nine o clock? Pretty late for most competitive skaters."
I shrugged. "Or we can go with five. Skate the 6:45. You know, since it's forty five minutes there, ten minutes to warm up, and then fifty minutes to get ready for the day. That's around what my old schedule was." I told her.
She nodded. "Alright. Just remember, five o clock here is seven o clock in Minnesota." She reminded me.
I shrugged. "I'm sure I'll live."
"Okay then. So we'll skate the six forty five, take the seven thirty off, skate the eight thirty, and then did you want to do the off ice classes? Tomorrow's is ballet."
"That all sounds good. Ballet sounds fun. What are the other off ice classes for the other days?" I asked.
"Mondays are ballet, tuesdays are yoga, wednesdays are jump technique, thursdays are a bosu balance class, and fridays are a strength class."
I thought about it for a second. "I'll do all of them besides wednesdays. Jumps are my strong point." I told her. Though she should already know that my jumps are my best skill in skating.
She nodded. "Cool. Six days a week skating sound good? You always need one day to recover, so how about sundays for your recovery day?" She proposed.
I nodded. "Just like back in Minnesota. Two sessions a day, and an off ice class, three sessions if it's a wednesday or saturday?"
She nodded. "I think that sounds like a pretty good plan."
I took the last bite of my dinner and drank all my milk. "May I please be excused?" I asked out of habit. It was something we always said at my old home.
Kayla was surprised. "Uh, yeah, sure, you don't have to ask that either."
I blushed slightly. "Sorry, it's kind of a habit."
She smiled. "It's fine. Get a good night's sleep and don't stay up to late. We have training tomorrow, alright?"
"Okay." I stood up and made my way up to my room.
I unpacked my stuff and went straight to bed. It had been one exhausting day, and I was so ready for it to be over.
I shut off my lights and pulled the sheets over me after turning on the fan. I took my special necklace off my neck and set it on the bedside table before closing my eyes and drifting fast asleep
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