It was later that same day. I'd gone home and put what I'd gotten at the department store in my closet. David was off somewhere and Emily and Grace were at friends' houses.
I was now at the ice skating rink, skating. I skated along the wall, putting my foot behind me and pushed forward. I did the same thing with the other foot then let go of the wall and did a few pirouettes. Taking dance after school and working at the club had definately helped.
The large rink was cold and crowded with people. Families, couples, children and people my age. There was one group of guys and girls Kristy's age.
"Hey, good job," I heard a voice call.
I whirled around and saw Tom skating up to me.
"Hey, thanks," I said.
"You're welcome. I never knew you were a skater. I recorded someof it."
He held up his digital camera.
"You know, for the project?" he reminded me.
"Oh. Yeah."
"You wanna take a break?" he asked.
"Ok."
We skated off the rink and onto the benches where we sat down and unlaced our skates.
"Ow," I said, picking up my foot and rubbing my ankle.
"You alrite?" Tom asked.
"Yeah. This, always happens when I skate."
"Yeah, me too. how long you been skating for?"
"Well, I'd always liked it and always went every winter."
"Oh. How'd you learn to be so...good?"
I smiled; "thanks."
"Mmhmm."
"Well, I taught myself, mostly. And taking dance after school's helped."
"Mmmhmm."
"But when I was little my friend Natalie's grandmother taught us. She's from Russia and still teaches dance and skating."
"Wow."
"Yeah she's in her 60s. Her, grandmother, I mean."
"Yeah I got that."
"Oh."
I took my skates off, laced them together and started putting my stilettos on.
"Awesome boots," Tom said.
"Thanks, they're for my work."
"Oh, where do you work?"
"At a club downtown."
"With Pamela, Christy and Lauren?"
I nodded.
"Wow."
"Yeah."
"How 'bout some how chocolate?" Tom asked.
"Oh I, uh, don't have that much money on me....." I replied.
"Oh I'll buy."
"Wow thank you."
"Mmmhmm."
