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Miley's POV

My usual day routine continued. Wake up, get ready, personal practice, regular practice, a snack, more skating, then usually it was time to get home to go to bed to do it again. I put myself through this for two reasons: 1) I'm almost out of high school, I need something to set me apart from the rest of the college applicants and 2) I hope to win the gold one day. Sure, I'm only 17, but I've been skating since it was 3, or maybe even less. After being here about a month, my mother finally called me out on my obsessive skating ritual.

"Miley!" I probably looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

"Yeah Mom?" I asked, suddenly slowing down to make it seem like I wasn't rushing before.

"You need to stop this." Huh? What did she mean? "You need to stop spending all your time at that rink. I understand, it's your dream. But hunny, it was my dream too, and I made it, and it only required half of what you are already doing. I still had time for friends, family, and other things. I don't want you to throw away yet another year of high school because of skating. I realize we left all your old friends, but this year, tons of new kids. I'm sure you'll find someone with similar interests besides skating. I just need you to be in the house more with your family, and if you are going out, I want it to not be something skating related. School starts in a week, start giving the rink a break and start finding other things to do to occupy yourself, like I don't know, a chore maybe? Your room is hysterical and you wear that skating costume all the time. Give it a wash? I'm just asking for some common courtesy to me, and to your life." She managed to say in one breath. Of course I wasn't going to let her take the rink away from me.

"But Mom, I'm not just doing this for me, I'm doing it for you also! Mom, you never went to college and you'd be surprised at how much the cost has been jacked up. I'm doing this so that I have a chance at a scholarship. Maybe not skating.. but gymnastics maybe? I don't know, just something that will set me apart from the rest and still be within our budget. Mom, I've gotten good grades, I never got less than a C unless I really didn't understand the material. I never cut class to skate - well, once, it was that big tournament! How could I just give it up like that? I hear what you're saying when it comes to the more social life, but the rink is my life. Maybe I'll find other people to hang out with and stuff, but for now, I'm just doing what I love. Please don't take it away from me." I was almost on the verge of tears. That's how much skating means to me.

"Okay Miley. But the second school starts, I only want you visiting that rink, oh I don't know, 3 days or less in a week. Don't go the day before a big test, or big assignment. And just, if someone invites you to go somewhere, don't turn them down just because you have a 'personal practice.' Live a little!" And with that said, she gave me a hug and leaving me be by myself.

"You know what, I'll think I'll start taking it slow right now." I ran back upstairs to do something I never imagined. I turned on my laptop and typed in my new high school's name. I wanted to know about their programs and see what they offer for college guidance and if they help with selection and all that. My eyes browsed the screen seeing what she hoped to see. Maybe I'll pick the perfect college to keep alive my skating dream, as well as have a backup plan. Hmm, what would be good backup plan.. lawyer? Nah, too boring. Doctor? Too much education. Teacher? I'm still learning.. how could anyone ever put me in charge of responsibility? One day though.. One day I will find out what I'm supposed to be if skating falls through. I glanced at the clock. 7:10. Practice starts in 20 minutes. I walked down the steps instead of running, but couldn't hold my excitement and ran to my car. I got to the rink at 7:15 and changed by 7:25, seeing the other skaters lining up.

"Well, well, well. Look who JUST got here," Selena said jokingly. I loved her. I hated training with people that saw me as a threat. I never looked at any of my competition that way. But then again Selena wasn't competition. She was a pairs skater, I would never actually compete against her.

"I was talking to my mom.. long story, but I'm here now!" I smiled brightly. I sat down on the bench and quickly did up my skates. Now, there was one more thing I needed to do in order to make my mom happy. I needed to get out and have a social life. I skated quickly over to the group, and singled out the one person I needed to single out.

"Hey Justin! So about what you had asked me the other day.. well, I'd love to go out to dinner sometime. It doesn't have to be tonight or anything, but I'm free anytime this week," I said confidently. Sure, I never looked at him like a boyfriend-y type, but it didn't hurt to just go out as friends and see if there's anything more? Right?

"That's great Miley! Um, I'll call you and let you know when I'm free? Is that good?" He said excitedly. I had to smile, I never had a guy really drool over me like he did, and I'm glad I gave him one date with me.

Practice was a blur, usual stuff. Coach talked a little bit about future competition, but said we can hold off really practicing for them until we definitely know what we're doing. Me, I'm the odd ball. No one else comes to this rink as a singles skater. I'm the only one. Competitions don't happen that much for me. Selena and the crew travel around the neighboring states for competition frequently, and I'm left here. It's not that it makes me upset, it just makes me wonder why I feel so out of place? Oh right, that's because I am.

Practice ended, and I automatically went over to the snack bar and got a hot chocolate. Sure, it was summer, but it felt like winter in here. I sat at a table for a few minutes until I heard a loud whistle coming from the other rink. Curiosity being my middle name, I began wandering over, trying to not look as interested as I really was. I glanced in the rink and saw roughly 12 guys having a hockey practice. To be honest, I don't know ANYTHING about hockey. My dad played for a little while. I know he's secretly a bit upset he didn't have another son. I have a brother, more like I had a brother. He loved hockey. He spent time at the rink doing drills like I did doing lutzes. He was as devoted as they get. But one summer, about 2 years ago, his team was playing against their all time enemy. The Jonas Team. My brother's team always lost to Jonas, understandable. Jonas was unbeatable, probably still is, wherever they are. But anyways, it was the championship I guess and Jonas was down a few points. To get revenge on being behind, the one shoved my brother, making him lose balance, and slide in to the wall head first, causing him to break his neck and die. Worst part? The team didn't get in trouble. I cried for weeks, months, years. He was the only person I knew besides myself with that dedication. I swore I would never be associated with hockey or any of its players, ESPECIALLY Jonas. I just didn't want to go through with that aggravation.

I glanced at the time. 10:00am. This hockey practice usually ends before mine, maybe preparing for a big game? Not sure. But when it finally did, I walked away pretending I wasn't gawking.

"Hey Miley!" A boy called for me. I turned around and met the boy I saw a few days ago.

"Hi - Nick, is it?" He nodded. "So this is your hockey team? You didn't mention that you played."

"Yeah, my dad got me started. It's my life." He said. I smiled, even though hockey is evil in my opinion.

"Yeah, well I'm sorry that I was watching. Like you said, I want to know that I'm not the only one doing all the work out there" He smiled, but then his eyes lit up.

"Yeah, umm Miley, I know we don't know each other that well. But I know this great Italian place down the road. Would you consider going out with me sometime? Not as a couple, but just as friends? We can double or something if you know someone." He asked, still in his hockey attire. That's when I glanced at his chest. Jonas.

I started choking on tears. I can't believe I didn't see that before. Jonas, the enemy, and one of them was talking to me.

I didn't answer. I just walked away.

"Whoa, Miley? What did I say?" He asked, obviously confused by my bipolarness.

"It's not what you said, it's what you are. You're a Jonas member. You're evil. I hate you. I hate your team. I hate everything with the name Jonas. You cost me the one thing that made my life easier. Now it's gone. So thanks a lot." I managed to choke out, while running away, leaving a confused Nick.

Nick's POV

What just happened? What did she mean 'I'm a Jonas member?' I guess the only thing I could do was let it go. Maybe she hated the fact that we won all the time? Who cares. I just walked away to change and come back out in clean clothes. I looked across the snack bar seating to see a sobbing Miley. In my opinion, who would cry where EVERYONE would see them? But me being my usual caring self walked over to her and sat down. She didn't look up.

"Miley, what happened? Why do you hate me?" I asked sincerely because in all honesty, I had no idea our team had a hater.

"You-Your team. Th-they killed my br-brother." She choked out, lifting her head a bit for me to see her bloodshot eyes.