Slipping off my bed and pulling off the soft crimson red sheets from my sweaty skin, I came to a stand. Was it hot in here or is it just me? Dragging myself over to the window across from my bed, slouching and propping myself on my arms with my palms on the window sill I looked out through the frosty frame. There were piles and patches of fresh bleached colored snow. Yep it was just me, it usually was just me. My body always had a weird effect on heat, and I knew this due to previous experiences. Pulling myself from a gaze at the window, I dragged myself once again over to my closet and shuffled through something light to wear for my daily morning fun. On a bar full of metal hangers with multiple colored shirts, long and short sleeved, I pulled out a wrist length dark violet blouse, light pink tights, and black zip up shorts. After getting dressed I went on with the usual early morning ritual in the bathroom just across the hall. My bathroom was consisted of purple tile floors and white floral wallpaper. Around the sink were objects normal people used every day, or at least that's what I assumed... Back on the train of thought and popping off the cap of my toothpaste, I wet the soft bristled tooth brush, squeezed the blue crystallized looking paste on the brush and continued the cleansing of my dry water thirsting mouth. Rinsing my mouth and face, I placed my palms down on the cold marble -top counter and carefully observed my reflection in the mirror.
My long upper waist-length curly blond hair was scruffed up and messy on one side while the rest was just tangled. My light emerald green eyes were bright and full of light but sleepless skin surrounded the long curly lashed lids I call eyes. Pale peachy colored skin covered the bones and muscle underneath my expression. Faded pink lips were just a complement to a button nose just above, and with all of that my face was formed.
With my brush in hand I was ready for the painful root teasing torture. Finally done with hair pulling, I grabbed a white scrunchy from my jewelry box and pulled my nest like hair into a low messed up bun letting loose strands and bangs frame my face. Never really taking a liking to my hair I put on a red beret hat and slipped my tousled bun inside. Taking in one last glance of the image standing before me I decided that I was just about ready to go outside. Grabbing my green backpack on the way to the living room I checked to see if I had the materials I needed; a pair of pink ballet shoes, a chunk of rosin, a sweater, water bottle, my inhaler, and my silver scratched up iPod nano. Snatching a yellowish red apple from the kitchen fridge and house key on the counter, I headed out to the back door. The immediate invite of fresh chilly air filled my warm lungs. Man, I love winter. Oh I forgot my shoes by the door, oh well is too late to get them now, the cold never really bugged me. In some weird ways, it actually felt nice.
Because of my small and thin body structure, i am really sensitive to heat and my system is naturally warm so the feeling of fresh morning snow on the heels, balls, and toes of my feet gave a strong refreshed feeling. My home is separated from everyone else. I live in the forest just behind the boulders that surround the small lake from my dreams. And just a bit more beyond the lake was the little town of Burgess, Virginia. Every morning but the weekend days I wake up early to have a little fun. Usually I start off with dancing on the frozen lake, I know it sounds crazy but I found out a way to make it work. Before you put on your ballet shoes you rub crap loads of rosin on them every once in a while. It keeps you from slipping, but if you do slip, it means you're wearing out the rosin. After dancing, I would climb the small cliff like wall comforted around the lake and sing. Singing helps clear my head, I kind of lose it when I'm in my own world of lyrical voices. In the end I might sit in a low tree and do a quick sketch of what I might want to paint when I get home, I didn't bring my sketchbook today because I just didn't really feel...well, sketchy. I began to slip off my backpack as the lake came into view.
I never really cared about the ice being not thick enough; well it's more like I didn't care if I fell in. When I was just 8 years old I was in a big accident with my mother. Apparently mom didn't survive but I did, death had spared me but I was left in critical conditions. When doctors ran CAT scans and MRIs on me, my lungs and heart were barely working to keep me alive, I healed a bit over the years. I'm 15 now and soon to be 16, but I still have to take medications and small dosages of shots every now and then. I always carry around my inhaler for any "just in case" reasons. My friend Axel told me about how he found me at the site of the accident and how he and his mother took care for me these past few years. He tells me that I probably got amnesia from the accident but something in my gut tells me otherwise. In the stories he tells me how we were friends before I lost my mom who was too, close friends with his mother. Axel is my best and only friend. He has dark chocolate like hair and light hazel eyes. His face is so perfect I swear sometimes I think that angels came down from heaven and personally carved his face when he was born with an ideally perfect jaw line and flawless flesh that masked his facial features. He's a bit taller than me, around 5foot 9, oh and he has a healthy masculine body unlike me. I'm petit and fragile but I have the will of a warrior! Which is, by the way, the only good thing about me.
Axel is just a friend, besides he is in a relationship and I can understand how. He is a great guy with a heart of gold and because he has been the only one to help me, I only want him to be happy. Pushing that aside I pulled out my pink ballet shoes from my backpack, rubbed rosin on the soul of the bottom and slipped them on my cold feet. I also took out my iPod, turned on Brandenburg by black violin, got on the ice and just got to it; I was after all, off schedule. The ice was a small layer thin than usual but it should hold if I was carful enough not to fall. I could feel the cold winter breeze around every corner of my body as I did a combination of parawets and barrel turns, shanaes and leaps, fouettes and arabesques on the heels, balls, and toes of my feet. I was just about to finish an attitude turn when I felt that the rosin on the souls of my shoes were worn off, I shifted directions to get to my backpack and a sudden figure appeared from the edge of the lake. In the adrenaline of pure shock I stumbled and slipped from my balance of my shaken legs, with a solid hard landing I collapsed on my back and cracked the ice underneath me. I fell in.
~Really sorry i updated late! i was stuck with school stuff (and sleep :P) but i promise its getting good! This chapter has some ballet words, so if you want to get a picture in your head of whats going on just look up the terms! The stories will also be getting longer so it might take a day or two more to update but please bare with me. Oh and remember to leave comments or reviews, they are always welcome! Anyways thank you for reading and stay tuned for the next chapters, buh bye!
