Who wrote the script for this program? I want to know so I can go give them a piece of my mind and a boot up their ass. To put me, Madison Evans, after the Minnesota frickin' Miracle Bear! He can't even skate, it's just a gimmick for the kids! I mean really do you want people to get up and head for the bathroom right before my performance. I'm not that bad. It had to be Tammy who decided this, I can't believe her sometimes. Does she really hate me that much?
The lights went down in the arena and I felt my heart start to pound, it was time for me to take the ice. Glancing at my wardrobe once more before stepping out on the ice, I felt a cold shiver go up my spine in anticipation. All these people were looking at me, not that I was one to embarrass easily but what if I messed up, I had such a high standard to live up to with Scott being an gold medalist. Oh, someone just shoot me right now.
The music started up, I stepped gingerly on the ice using the toe pick of my skate to cut into the ice. A rock base to lead my way into my performance, I cut across the ice, my blade cutting a smooth line around the outside of the arena. My Mother's face off to the one side actually has a smile on it, despite the music, she thought this is a great performance. Wait a minute, did I actually just admit it matters to me what my Mother thinks of me? Well, maybe a little bit, I thought, going into another jump. In most cases, I wouldn't even waste the time on what my Mother thought of me but this was what she wanted of me, she wanted me to be the best singles skate there was. Scott had already dominated the pairs, why not have her other child dominate the singles. If only she had another son, she could throw him into the single male competition and make him win that one as well. The perfect little medal winning family, perfect in the eyes of the media. That's all she really cared about; what everyone else thought. I could care less. The ice was starting to make my bare legs feel stiff and it was becoming hard to move them being so cold. But I kept going, I would finish this performance just because I couldn't let anyone be better than me, even if I was skating after that stupid bear.
The song ended and I was standing in the center of the ice getting flowers thrown at me. Who throws flowers at people anyways? Who came up with that, what if I was skating off the ice and tripped on one or worse, they bring one with those stupid little plastic things to hold water on the end and it hits me in the head, knocking me senseless, I might forget who I am. Now that would be a shame.
Miss Perfect was standing over by the railing as I turned to skate off. I could see her blonde hair woven tightly into a bun at the top of her head, she looked like some sort of French poodle, who just got her hair done. I laughed a little to myself, covering my mouth with my hand to suppress the giggle from actually coming out. l glanced down to make sure I didn't trip over one of the damn flowers I was complaining about, silently making my way of the ice. When I looked up, she was gone from view.
No, not gone just on the ground, I realized rushing over to help. Hey, I might be mean but I'm not that mean. I certainly didn't wish she would just fall over and die, that's for sure. My Brother would be heart-broken.
The medics were at her side in a few seconds and I watched as they lifted her onto a stretcher to wheel her to the back. Stress, they jabbered on about. She must of knocked her head really good for her need this sort of assistance. Following them back, she was starting to come around from her unconscious state.
"I got it boys!" I assured them as she began to stir.
"Tammy?" Her eyes were fluttering and she gazed at the ceiling in a blank stare. "Tammy? Are you alright?" She looked up at me almost shocked I even cared enough to ask. Her eyes darted around me as if looking for someone else.
"What happened?" She asked still very confused.
"You just passed out, no doubt from all the stress you've been under..." I said smirking a little. Yeah, the amount of stress she put herself under between Wheaties boxes and now this Fulton guy…I could get her so bad if I really wanted to.
"What time is it, did I miss the show?" She looked around nervously again. If I was a doctor I would be prescribing some anti-anxiety drugs about now for this girl. She needed to calm down.
"No, you still don't go on for another hour. You've only been out five, maybe ten minutes." I said looking at the doctor's equipment on the table. I glanced at her, did she know I knew about her little rendezvous in the hallway? Was she playing dumb? No, I didn't think she was that smart.
"Madison, have you seen Scott?" She was worried about something. Maybe she did know that I knew.
"Yeah, he went to get something for you..." She sighed in relief, I continued to smirk a little at the anxiety I could ensue in her.
"Oh, I couldn't find him and I was getting worried." She tried to sound as if she really cared about my dim-witted brother.
"Yeah, I saw him right after I saw you with that guy in the hall." The color from her face disappeared. Yup, she knew now if she didn't know before that I was on to her tricks.
"What did you say?"
"You should pick your make-out spots a little better next time." Okay, so maybe it wasn't the time to joke but it made me feel better.
"Madison, it wasn't what you think it was..." The classic answer when you get caught cheating on someone, you try to explain it wasn't your fault, it wasn't supposed to happen. Please just fess up and admit, you weren't planning it but it did happen and it was of your own doing. I have no sympathy for those who do it to themselves and then try to blame it on everyone else but themselves.
"Oh, no need to explain, as Fulton said, you just need to explain it to the man you intend to marry..." I smiled a little again, not looking in her direction. This was actually turning into more fun than I thought it would be. I had the princess right where I wanted her. Might as well use it to my advantage, I thought with a shrug of my barely covered shoulder. The need for a sweater to cover my skating outfit was quickly becoming a priority, these hallways were cold but I wanted to make her squirm just a little more first.
"Of course, not tonight." I said setting down the instrument I had been distracting myself with, with a clang.
"You didn't tell him?" She nearly fell off the stretcher in mid-sentence. Did it really matter to her that bad or did she just not want her name all over the tabloids for being some scheming, lying tramp.?.
"No." I said simply, looking down the hall to make sure no one was around.
"Madison, I can really explain."
"Save it. First off, call me Maddie, I hate Madison!" Really whoever came up with my name must have been on something. I mean really, what is it a road or a town or something? Please, there are so many better names out there.
"O-okay." I think she was unsure of how to react to my sudden outburst of the real me.
"Secondly, it's up to you really if this secret stays a secret or not." I smiled coyly.
"Madison, I'm not breaking any laws for you." Why did people always think I wanted them to break laws for me…Truthfully I've only broken a few laws myself, why would I want anyone to do it for me. What's the fun in that?
"God, would you let me finish? You're like my Mother!" She really was with her 'Mother knows best attitude.'
"Okay, so first off, I'd like to say, you're the stupidest person I have ever met..." Boy, that felt good to say, she really was something and judging by that kiss in the hall, what was she actually doing with my brother, he couldn't kiss like that if his life depended on it.
"Excuse me..." She cut in again, I really starting to get annoyed with her.
"Shut up, okay... I'm still talking...right, so, yes, you are officially the dumbest girl I think I've met ever. Granted my brother's not a bad guy and you seem like the type that's looking for a knight in shining armor, maybe with lots of money, I haven't worked that one out yet. But still, you're so obviously in love with that Fulton guy... but it's not my business so I'll just leave it at that..." She was either going to hit me or just explode with every word in her vocabulary. She sat quietly, though, as her face continued to redden and puff up at me. She really hated me…She was just going to open her mouth to speak when I cut her off,
"Ahh, I'm still not done. So anyways, I was trying to get away from my Mother while I still can and I was almost to the back door when this, I can't even describe him, piece of a man walks in the back door. I'm immediately taken aback, right." Okay, so I got a little carried away with this guy but what can I say, I really need a date, since I haven't been on one in god knows how long, not to mention the amount of time it's been since I've gotten laid. Yeah, so a meaningless fling is just what I need and this is the guy I want to have it with.
"So, I follow him right and he's like overtaken by these little chicken heads who, I know I can take any day. Just bring them on..."
"Madison, will you get to the point!" There's the out-burst, I knew I'd get it if I just keep talking and pushing her buttons.
"I'm sorry to have wasted your time, Princess... I can just go tell Scott right now..." I was egging her on again but I really didn't care.
"No, just get to the point okay?" She was back to trying to sound nice.
"Okay, so it wasn't what you were thinking either. I saw Fulton with this guy and asked him if he could pass my number along to the guy." So she finally understood I wasn't there for Fulton, as I got the feeling that's what she thought.
"You like Dean Portman?" The look of confusion on her face was priceless. She was really clueless to everything that happened that afternoon beside what was going on in her life.
"Is that his name?" I asked. Well, it really didn't matter because I would be done with him soon enough anyway. I brushed it off.
"He's an idiot..." Tammy spat as I turned to face her with my brows furred.
"Well, my brother ain't no Albert Einstein." I shot back in retaliation.
"So what does this have to do this me?"
"I figured, when I saw you with Fulton that there was a past, so I listened in and judging by your actions, I'm pretty sure you're friends with that crowd..." I laughed a little as she rolled her eyes,
"What do you want me to do?" She looked away.
"Nothing much, just bring me to some of the peewee hockey practices. You know, introduce me."
"Madison!" What? I thought, she knows them, it's the perfect opportunity to test her commitment to my brother too. Maybe we'll see just how much she loves Scott.
"Well, it's up to you, I mean we could just forget this idea completely." Reverse-psychology. Make her think she has a choice.
"NO...I'll do it." She finally agreed in defeat.
"And you have to stay, during the practice. Oh, and I want one day where we go shopping where I want to go." A little cherry on top of the sundae, I thought with a final giggle.
"Fine." She did not look happy at this but oh well, she shouldn't have been messing around on my brother.
"Good." I turned on my skates and almost skipped down the hall. My plan was working to perfection.
"What did I get myself into?" I heard her ask, rising from the stretcher and heading in the opposite direct.
"Oh, Tammy. This is just the beginning.." I thought out loud to myself, almost falling over my own feet.