Before I start chapter three, I just want to let you know...
I will only be posting this story on Mondays- just wanted to give you a heads-up!
Enjoy!
~Poseidon and Athena's daughter~
Chapter Three: Ice and Keygan Stoll
The day at the beach went quickly. By the time we got home, it was nine PM, so I read for and hour and then went to bed. Sundays weren't boring at all like they are for most normal children. Yet again, I'm not normal.
I'm a figure skater. I know, pfft. Easy stuff, right? Yeah, ha ha- NO. It's hard, and you have to work at it. I mean, even the naturals have to work at it. You need the grace of a ballerina, the speed of a hockey player, AND the flexability of a gymnist. Not the easiest sport the world has ever known.
I decided when I was eight to try it out and see if I could do something on the ice. I mean, c'mon, ice! Water equals ice! (I'm assuming you don't know that, though I'm sure you do. Moving on!)
My mom took me to the rink around five for practice. I have a lot going on right now. Training for the summer showcase, freestyle, compulsory, and my artistry. Along with all of that, my testing for limited beginners is coming up two days after the showcase. Ugh.
My coaches name is Lily Adams. She was in the Olympics one time. Pretty cool, I know. I mean, for one thing, the Olympics! And another thing, the Olympics go back to, you got it, the Greeks!
"Warm up as usual, I'm going to take Josie first today. She's having trouble on her showcase," Lily informed me as I stepped onto the ice.
"Okay," I said, and I warmed up by stroking around the rink, and when I came to the ends, forwards crossovers. I switched to backwards, and what to you know, I'm all warmed up.
For a little bit, I worked on my salchow, my favorite jump of all time. You turn backwards, do some crossovers, turn forwards, doing a spinning movement while bring your foot around you leg, and then you jump, rotate once, and come back down. I know it sounds confusing, but it's really fun.
After a half an hour of going over moves for my test, Lily was ready for me.
"Okay, Livs. In two weeks we have the showcase. Just after that is the testing, and then only a week later is competition. I want to work on showcase stuff tonight, Tuesday we'll focus on testing, and on Friday we'll focus on freestyle and compulsory. So! Let's pop in your music, shall we?"
I nodded and got in position at the end of the ice on the little blue hockey box thing. The goalie box...?
Whatever. Anyways, this year's summer showcase is about carnivals. I know, kind of stupid, but my best friend, Keygan Stoll, loved the idea. So, I'm doing a song called 'Welcome to the Show' by Britt Nicole. It's pretty fast, I guess.
The music started, and I did pivots. Okay, I'd explain everything to you, but you woudn't even know half of what I'm saying, so I'll just skip that. But I will say this. I love doing anything that is routine like and on the ice. It makes me feel special- in a good way! Don't give me that look- my grandparents are gods? Oh, now you back off? Smart choice!
But really, it's a rush.
At lunch the next day, Keygan was droning on (more like mad ranting) about how much he hates Mrs. Kraps. Yeah, Mrs. Kraps. I know, I know. If her last name wasn't already so horrible, we'd call her something horrid... something that I'm not going to say now, or ever, for that matter. I'm sarcastic. I don't swear (unless it's ancient Greek).
"And she doesn't even get the difference between the primary and secondary colors of light! We're not learning anything is science because of Kraps!"
"Keygan?" I asked.
"Yeah."
"I am seriously turned on to you right now," I warned.
"That's kind of weird. Maybe it's because I'm so hot."
"No, no. I think it's some majorly messed up teenage girl horomones kicking in."
"That's nice of you, saying I'm not hot and all."
"I never said you weren't hot," I stared right into his piercing ice blue eyes. I know both of his parents have blue eyes, but he managed to get ice blue. I always wondered if they were just his thing.
"So you think I am hot?"
"I never said that, either."
He groaned when the bell rang, "Darn ir. We'll finish this convorsation at your house."
I gasped, "My dad will never approve of this conversation about hotness and whatnot!"
He laughed, "Talk to you after school, kay? Have fun in math."
"Ew," I sighed, grabbing my math book and folder out of my locker. "Lucky, you have art."
"Yeah..."
It's weird. I can tell Keygan anything, even if he is a guy. See what I did back there? I told Keygan I was turned on, and it was the truth. Though he doesn't care. It was just random teenage girl horomones, nothing to worry about. Besides, he's been in love with me since the first grade, so I probably just made the boy's day.