2 years ago...
I just sat there on the ice. My hands resting infront of me as I shake. Why? Why did I do that? I hear the crowd getting softer and I gain small whispers. I hear what they say.Why is she even here?Who is this fool?She's so stupid.She should get off the ice and make room for the profesinals.I closed my eyes and imagined something else happening to me right now. No matter how hard I wish to be out of here, it's no use. My lip trembles as a few drops of tears drip onto the ice. Please. Leave me alone...
Now...
I looked at the man with white grey hair, Victor Nikivorhov that is. 2 months ago he coached both Yuri Katsuki and Yuri Plisetsky. It was so amazing to watch. I smile over at him and he gives me one in return. I'm standing behind him while he knocks on the door. "Yuri, I missed you!" He shouted and hugged the black haired boy. I smile shyly and put out my hand. "I'm..."
If you're asking why i'm here well let's just start from the begining, shall we?
My name is Valeriya Volkov, age 16 and i'm a figure skater. A few years ago I had a break down on the ice. It was terrible for sure. I stopped skating that whole year since I couldn't handle getting rude comments. After I watched Yuri Katsuki and Yuri Plisetsky skate with such passion. I couldn't help but fall inlove again with the ice. You might say they inspired me. I kind of met Victor and told him my story, he seemed to recall someone like that and he accepted to coach me. Me, like seriously. I'm thankful though. I told him about my love for both Yuris and he decided to take me to my role models.
"I'm Valeriya Volkov but, you can call me Valeri. It's a pleasure to meet you." I said and shook his hand. "Yuri Katsuki, nice to meet you too." He replied and smiled.
