"Ok, Rita. This is you moment to shine. A time to let your personality shine through. You can do this. It's just a competition. Sectionals! This is gonna be a piecea cake. Nothing to it."
Rita Malone, eleven years old, was in junior sectionals and in first place. SHe could smoke the rest of the skaters who did classic music in a heartbeat. She, on the other hand was doing Skillet's heavy metal. Comatose was her long program song. She was dressed in a short balck denim skirt with netting leadint to the black jean top. The shirt wa short, and netting connected the outfit into one pice. Black netting, tights, skates----she looked sharp. She had a few dangling chains hanging from her skirt and a chain link barrette in her firey red hair. A metal necklace completed the look.
"And, now I am pleased to introduce Rita Malone. Six time winner in novice, novice level two and now master novice. She ain't no novice, I can tell you that. Welcome, Rita Malone!" the announcer boomed over the speaker. Rita skated out onto the ice ans took her place. The music began. She skated. How did she do?
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