Another Thursday. Its one of my hardest days of the week. My schedules changed because its summer break.

Figure-skating practice at noon. We practice three hours now. We usually only practice one and a half hours, but

we have a tournament coming up. This on is just a state. Not that much pressure. This is my tenth state. I've had five

nationals and one international. And a few others not worth mentioning.

Anyway, after my practice I have three hours till my teams practice. Sometimes, the older guys best line, watches us.

I usually just ignore them. But sometimes, it's hard to. Like when I drag my friend to help me coach, she goes on

about how cute they are.

Their supposedly unstoppable. Kai and Ray are on offence. Tyson and Max are on defense. There not bad on defense.

But I could be better than Max. He's good and all, but he makes to many mistakes.

"Hey Michelle, you want to help me coach the boys?" I called

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"Hey coach, how come they watch us?" I looked down at the boy. A small smile graced my face.

"Because, they need to learn some tips from us." I winked and saluted him. The whole team heard,

and laughed. Tyson yelled something, but the little boy, Luke, asked another question.

"Can we see your dance coach?"

"Sure guys." I didn't mind showing my routine to the team. It was the guys in the stands that made me nerves.

I nodded to Michelle who pushed play on the cd.

I couldn't tell you why she felt that way,
She felt it everyday.
And I couldn't help her,
I just watched her make the same mistakes again.

What's wrong, what's wrong now?
Too many, too many problems.
Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.

Open your eyes and look outside, find a reasons why.
You've been rejected, and now you can't find what you left behind.
Be strong, be strong now.
Too many, too many problems.
Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs.
She wants to go home, but nobody's home.
It's where she lies, broken inside.
With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes.
Broken inside.

The song was slow, almost haunting. It fit me perfectly. The guys all clapped.

"Alright guys, practice!"

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