Wow it's been awhile! We are so, so, so sorry for not updating in so long! The problem was that technically this was Winter's chapter to write but she was leaving for out of the country and was staying out for three weeks. I didn't know until right before winter vacation so this had to be written by me last minute because she was busy packing for her long trip. Winter should hopefully get back and be able to write for you guys. ~ Snow

~Icelyn~

It's been a month since my fight with London. So far we have stayed our separate ways. Homework has gotten harder as usual and there are already way too many tests to study for. My stress level has been so high for the past week so I have gotten no sleep at all. Because of that, ninth period gym is a struggle. I already suck at basketball but being as exhausted as I am it's a train wreck.

"Icelyn!" one of the boys calls. He then throws the ball to me. Out of surprise I just stand there and let it bounce on the ground. The rest of my team grones, all of which happen to be amazing at sports. Izzy gives me a sympathetic smile and groups up with the rest of her team. I turn around to join my own but I see my gym teacher motion towards me.

"Look, Icelyn, you have got to show more effort. I'm not asking you to be good but I will have to give you a zero and have you come after school." Ms. Oclair says. I sigh and walk away. Well looks like I'm going to fail gym class. I can't help that putting too much stress on my body, especially my hands, forces ice out. Volleyball is the worst. There was one day, when I had to serve, that the ball was suddenly frozen. Thank goodness it was November. They make us go outside for as long as possible so we all blamed it on the weather.

After my talk with her, I try to show some effort for Ms. Oclair. The problem is that my team has lost all hope in me. They never even look my way. By the time the bell rings I'm frustrated to the point of tears. I hate getting bad grades in a class, even gym. I just can't do anything about it! When I do try, I make a fool out of myself and run the risk of shooting out ice. Once I mess up everyone ignores me and then I'm invisible for the rest of the period. If I were better at this I wouldn't be so embarrassed and frustrated with myself.

Once I have changed I slam my locker shut and head of to my regular locker to pack up. I'm stuffing all my folders, notebooks, and binders into my overfilled backpack when James strolls over.

"Hey Ice. Ready to walk?" he asks. Last year my dad's work hours go pushed back and my mom has to get my brother on the bus so now the two of us walk to school. It sounds terrible but it's actually pretty fun. Besides the fact that James is not a morning person and can be very grumpy.

I nod towards him, twist the dial of my locker, and sling the bag over my shoulder. Still warm from gym, I carry my winter coat on my arm. We trudge out of the doors to see a mob of people pushing to go home. We finally make it to the sidewalk and begin move along the smooth pavement.

"So, how was your day?" he asks me.

"Pretty awful!" I answer. He gives me a confused look so I fill him in on what happened.

"Don't sweat it Ice. It's just gym you'll be fine."

"Yeah, whatever you say. But if you fail gym you can't graduate."

"Alright you win. But let's talk about something better. What's up with you?"

"Do you want to hear the long story about what has happened on youtube for the past week?"

"I will pass on that one. My mom got a promotion by the way!"

"That's great. If I wasn't so busy with singing, ice skating, and homework I would come over and congratulate her." Yes as cliche as it is I ice skate. James suggested it because he said it seemed logical that I would be good. He was right, of course. I'm on a competing team and I have it four days a week.

"Don't worry, I'll let her know that you are happy for you." He says as we reach my house.

"Thanks. Ugh so much to do right now!"

"Don't stress Ice. You know you always get everything done!" he says giving me a hug and waving goodbye. I take a deep breath and walk up the front steps, promising myself that I won't procrastinate on my phone. I only have three hours for homework and studying. Let's do this.