Alrighty then, I decided this would be all Wynn because I wanted it to. Maybe the next chappie will be all Connie and Guy. I've decided that the chapters are going to be shorter until I get rid of my writer's block. Once I do, I should be able to write decently again. Oh, and check it, Wynn's first competition is here, too. I'm going to save the hockey for at least two more chapters. I mean, I put half the movie in my first two chapters!

I wish I could be the next Mao Asada cuz I luv her skating! I like Naomi Nari Nam as well. Whoo! Screw anyone who tells me otherwise. I love Japan!

BTW: Wynn's journal entry goes back to before they went against Iceland, not after. Also, the songs may not be from 2004, so bear with me.

Discaimer: I was raised right by my mother, even though my father's nonexistent. I know the difference between white lies and huge lies, and I know that I shalt not steal other peoples' works. It's wrong and you'll go to jail if they catch you! I love Sesshomaru! Fear me!

From the Journal of...

Wynn's POV

July 14, 2004

Dear Diary

Yesterday I sat on my bed, chatting online with my friends Kailei and Elliot to past the time away. "So, wish me luck. I have a competition against Spain, Italy and Germany today. You guys are going to watch it, right?" I asked. "We'll do you one better. We'll be there," said Kailei.

I gasped. "What? You're in L.A? How could you not tell me that?" They were coming and refused to tell me? What kind of friends were they?

Kailei shrugged from the screen. "We wanted to surprise you. How have you been, by the way?" I frowned. "Coach Hennessey is trying to kill me, and Coach Bombay has yet to let me take part in a game. Have you noticed?"

Ellie exploded. "WHAT? HE'S STILL NOT LETTING YOU PLAY? He can't do that, can he?" I waited patiently for her to finish ranting off in several languages before continuing: "Yes, but I have yet to talk to him."

"Don't you mean yell at him?" demanded Ellie. I rolled my eyes. "Whatever. I'm going to talk to Coach about my little problem. I want to play. Otherwise, I can just go home right now. I'd better go, though. I still have to go down to the rink. I'll see you later, then." I clicked off the Internet and got up. I stretched and left the room, heading down to where Coach was.

Let me take the time to tell you a little about myself. My name is Wynry Mao Kinomoto. I'm thirteen years old, and my birthday is January 1 at exactly 12:00::03, making me a New Year's baby. I'm proud to be one, of course. This is my summer journal, the one where I write about what happens during my summer. I have exactly eleven brothers and sisters, and no, none of us are adopted. I don't know why I keep repeating myself when I switch seasonal journals, I just do. My hair is amazingly long, reaching past my thighs, but it doesn't stop me from playing hockey or figure skating. I just braid it and I'm done. Still, more about my family.

People freak when I tell them how many siblings I have. The first thing they ask is, "Are you adopted?" I just shake my head and continue on with whatever I was doing beforehand. It doesn't really bother me that much. My grandmother Malia was the main cause of the giant baby boom. She was an only child, and so is my mom, so she encouraged them to have as many kids as possible. So were my adopted grandparents Yumiko and Ryou Kinomoto. When my mom gave birth to Andrew at 15, they moved onto Malia's plantation estate on Makai (the small island my mom's family owns) and continued to have kids. They went to college and have degree's in English and Physics, so if they decide to quit their jobs they can become teachers. My mom's a wedding planner, and my daddy plays pro hockey for the North Stars.

I have eight best friends, including my twelve-year-old sister Kitara, whom we fondly call Tara-chan. Then there's Kailei Dorsey and her cousin Elliot Harrison (who's a girl, just so you know), Hayley Graham, Sakura Takahashi, Miley Stewart, Cody Breckner (a girl also), and Joelle Fujita, whom I now live down the street from. We've been friends since we met in Hawaii when we were four and three. We've been best buds ever since. We click in more ways than one, but if I tell you, there's a chance someone might read this and tell the whole world.

Now, I love the ice, even if I didn't grow up around it. My mom was a pro surfer before she had the triplets, and Ellie and Kailei's parents won the Olympics back in 1988 and 1992, so they taught us how to figure skate and surf, as well as rollerblade really well. Hence, my favorite move, the triple half-spin crossover into a jumping triple split. Not many people have seen that move before, and I'm saving it for a special occasion.

Anyway, about the JGG. I'm having trouble keeping my temper. I mean, Coach won't let me play because he thinks I'll hurt myself. My folks wouldn't let me play hockey if they thought I was going to hurt myself. After the first game I decided to talk to him because I was counting on the fact that I was part of Team USA and I would get to play at least one game, even if it wasn't all three periods. This is what happened:

He was sitting at his desk when I knocked on the glass. "Come in," he said. I entered his office and sat down. "When am I going to play?" I asked, tying to get to the point.

"Wynn," he began. "I promised your parents you wouldn't get hurt."

"So benching me will solve this problem? Coach, I'm fine. I can take it. I've dealt with waves bigger, stronger, and faster than any player here. You've gotta let me play! I'm not injured!" I pleaded angrily. He shook his head. "I can't do that Wynn. You know that. When I feel you're ready, I'll let you play."

I frowned and huffed. "Fine. I hope it's soon, for both our sakes."

I couldn't believe it. The man was showing off when we won, but wouldn't let me play. My own FATHER wasn't even like that! How dare he? Still, I had practice, so I rushed down to the rink and began to warm up. My first competition was tonight, and I planned on placing.

I skated around the rink, bored stiff as the other USA skaters practiced their moves. I needed more space if I was going to practice, and practice right. After a few laps, I skated into a perfect triple axel, the one move that nearly killed me once. Not many girls could land that move perfectly, except for Naomi Nari Nam and Mao Asada, my role models. They aren't much older than me, but I worship them just the same. I work my butt off just to be able to execute a layback spin like they can.

After hours of practicing, I decided to go back to the dorms to grab a bite to eat. I stepped into the room where everyone was watching TV only to hear, "Hey Wynn! Grab a seat!" I frowned once more and shook my head. "I need to eat. I have my first competition against Germany, Spain and Italy tonight. Are you guys coming or not?" I questioned, grabbing an apple.

"Sweet! We finally get to see you in action!" yelled Connie. "We'll be there! Still, you need to rest. Banks here gives a good back massage." Was she hinting something? I shrugged. "I guess I should relax."

"Good. Have a seat." I sat down on the floor and bit into my apple. After a moments pause, I felt a pair of hands slowly begin to knead my neck and shoulders. My eyelids drooped and I sighed. "Oh, gods, you're good. You could make money off of this."

Adam laughed softly. "I couldn't. But really-you like it?" I nodded, my head flopping to the side for better access. I stifled a moan and heard snickers. "Oh, come off it! This feels very good! I'm not being a pervert, unlike some people here!" I said. Guy, Fulton, and Jesse burst out laughing. "I'm just going to ignore you people, but I better see you at my competition or I'll shove fifteen hockey sticks each up your asses!" That shut them up entirely, and Adam continued to rub my neck. I fought the urge to yawn and fall asleep. Unfortunately, I did, only waking up when I slapped someone hard. That person turned out to be Adam.

"Kami, are you okay?" I asked worriedly as he rubbed his red cheek. "I'm fine, but you need to get going. It's two-ten, you know. By the way, who's Miroku?" If I didn't know any better, Diary, he sounded hurt. I just shrugged it off and said, "He's a character on InuYasha, my fave anime/manga. Sesshomaru's my boyfriend, so you can't have him!" I sat up and yawned. "I gotta go. I'll see you tonight."

I showered, got dressed, and left, heading back to the rink in another warm-up outfit. Coach Hennessy was waiting impatiently for me when I got there. "If you are going to be late, don't bother coming," she snapped. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I fell asleep," I quickly apologized. She nodded, saying, "All right. Get into position." Smiling, I skated to the center of the rink, my body made of steel. The music began to play in my head, and I began to skate backwards into a small series of turns and spins leading into a double toe loop at the crescendo. From there I spun into a double lutz and a triple toe, ending my routine in a triple axel-double axel. Thankfully, Coach and I were both impressed by my footwork. Maybe I could be the next Mao Asada or something.

This is how the competiton works: we go against three other countries, and have part of our team go against them in free skate and short program. No team gets disqualified until they lose three times by not placing either first, second or third, and the team with the highest score at the end of the tournament wins. Just how it normally works. This would be the first time I would be skating, but my team's second competition.

Finally, it was time. I stood off to the side, waiting for my cue, fiddling with my red and silver halter-style dress. The sleeves were red, as well as most of the outfit, with silver entwined underneath the red skirt to give it a double layer. The back had a zig-zag pattern on it. My hair was up in a french braid pinned into a bun. I was ready, even if I was the last skater. My short program had gotten me third, but I was sure I could do it this time. "And now, our final contestant, Wynry Kinomoto." I took a deep breath. There was no going back as I skated out onto the rink. I took my position, and 'You Set Me Free' by Michelle Branch began to play. It was one of my favorites, considering I used sing that song.

I began to skate, a small smile on my face. Soon, I was all-out skating like I was by myself. I went into a triple sowcow-double toe loop combo, followed by a death jump and a layback spin. My final move was a triple axel at the crescendo at the end of the bridge and then a split. I was in my own little world, skating for only me. Sure, I partially paid close attention to the fact that people were cheering when I landed a move, but I didn't even pay attention as the judges announced my scores; I was still on my high.

We placed first, Germany second, and Italy third. Spain came in dead last, making it their second loss. It was our first gold win; our first competition against France and Russia placed us second. I hate Russia, but in a friendly competitive way.

Back at the dorms, we celebrated our victory by staying up late and watching movies. Well, they did; I just went to bed, sore and tired. Besides, we had a game against Iceland in two days, the heavy favorite. By the way they pummeled their opponents, I could only pray that we would win.

Well, that was what happened yesterday, Diary. Today my mother called to say hi and stuff, giving me the number of the hotel to call if I couldn't reach her cell. Afterwards, I went to hang out with Connie and Julie, like I promised.

L.A. isn't as exciting as I thought it to be. We went to the mall and shopped, took pictures and bought souvenirs for our families back home, and just relaxed for the rest of the day. L.A. is nice, but I'd choose Makai over here any day.

Well, it's time to go bed. I'm keeping the others up with my constant ranting. Wish us luck tomorrow, my Diary.

Keep the Peace, The Wind Charmer

Adam's POV

July 13, 2004

I was so nervous when Connie volunteered me to give Wynn a neck rub. I could have died right then and there from the pressure. I mean, I was going to give my first crush a neck rub- in front of my friends. I could hear their laughter inside my head before I even put my hands on her shoulders. I let out a breath when she told me she liked it. That alone loosened the tension I had in my body.

By the time I had finished massaging her neck and shoulders, she had fallen asleep, mumbling about 'Miroku' being a pervert and telling him to stay away from her even though he was cute. My heart fell. She liked this Miroku guy. He was probably taller and better looking. I sighed. There went the first love of my life.

Looking at my watch, I decided to wake her up since it was almost two. I crouched down next to her, thankful that the guys couldn't see me. "Wynn...wake up," I whispered, my lips near her ear.

SMACK! I jumped back, shocked. She had slapped me. ME! I knew she didn't like me, but did she have to hit me? "Pervert!" she yelled, waking up. "OW!" I whimpered, rubbing my sore cheek. "Kami, are you okay?" I heard her ask. "I'm fine, but you need to get going. It's two-ten, you know. By the way, who's Miroku?" I added, a little hurt that she liked someone else.

"He's a character on InuYasha, my fave anime/manga. Sesshomaru's my boyfriend, so you can't have him!" She sat up and yawned; I suddenly felt a lot happier. "I gotta go. I'll see you tonight."

The Ducks came in the moment she left, snickering. "You got it bad, cake-eater," said Portman. Fulton nodded in agreement. "So very bad. When are you going to tell her?" I shrugged, not liking where this conversation was going.

"Never wake her up," I told them. "She'll slap you. Hard."

Everyone gasped. "She slapped you?"

I nodded. "She thought I was some pervert from a TV show, and I was pretty close to her face when she woke up..." Everyone gasped again. "I wasn't trying anything, I swear!" I shouted.

Ken rolled his eyes. "Sure. By so you know, figure skaters sometimes take things way too personal. And they're territorial. I'd watch where I stepped if I were you."

"If you were Adam, he'd be very jealous because you were up close and personal with Wynn," commented Goldberg. I glared. "Oh, shut up, will you?" God, these people were making me sick with their "When are you gonna tell her?" stuff. At this rate, I'll probably never tell her. Besides, why would she be interested in a wimpy cake-eater who's never had a girlfriend before, let alone kissed a girl on the lips. She would be better off with some football player. I mean, she's probably got a boyfriend who's waiting for her in Hawaii or something. She's probably had a steady boyfriend already, too. Sigh. I'm a hopeless romantic. Oh, well. I can't say I didn't try. And the fight's not over yet! Like they say, it's not over until the fat lay sings...I just hope no one hires a fat lady to sing.

That night, before we arrived at the rink on the other side of the arena, we sat around- as usual- for a little while. Then it was off to the arena to watch Wynn skate. She looked...amazing. Her skating was...wow. I may not be a fan of figure skating, but she was one of the best I had ever seen. She was as good as Tammy!

Speaking of Tammy, I wonder how she and Tommy are doing in Utah? Last time I recall, they moved right after the Ducks first hockey season. I wonder how they're doing...

Anyway, USA conquered Germany, Italy, and Spain. We all wanted to celebrate the win, but Wynry was so incredible tired, so we let her sleep. Right now, that's where I am, checking up on her, since I have nothing better to do. She looks so peaceful, and I look like a stalker. It's very annoying to be me right now; it has been since I met her. She's so caring and kind, but something's bothering her, and whatever it is keeps her from getting too close to anyone. It's subtle things she does, like the fact that she rarely spends time outside the dorms or the rink, and while she's chatting with her friends online, she always speaks another language, like she doesn't want us to know what she's saying. Even Ken, who speaks Chinese and Japanese, doesn't know what she says! She changes languages like someone would change their clothes! It's really strange.

But still, I can't help but wonder what she's hiding. Whatever it is, I'm sure none of us will care. We're all friends here, right? Even if we lose to Iceland and have to go home, we'll all still be friends here, right? Right?

Oh well. It's no use talking to myself. Crap...she's waking up!

Well, that's the chapter. I feel so happy to know that people actually like me, even if they accidentally click on my page. I still feel the love. You all should have seen me when I saw how many hits my story has. I mean, 87 is a lot for only two chapters. And to denverhockeygirl, nEwSiEsIsLiFe, Rugrats 101, silverdragon313, and brokenwriter, I thank thee all for either reviewing, putting my story on that story alert thing, or both (you rock Rugrats 101!!!!!!!!!!!!!) I hope you all review, since I'm in dire need of people telling me how I write. It's the only way I'll ever get good. I want to be famous one day, you know.

Well, that's all for now. Until next time, my beloved audience:

Keep the Peace

The Wind Charmer