Post by Gwendolyn Harper on Sept 2, 2007 22:42:08 GMT -5
Gwendolyn Harper walked into the rink feeling a need to skate her anger away. She was dressed simply, dark blue jeans, and a red top, and her black skates were in her hand. She sat down in the room right outside the ice rink and laced them up, stashing her shoes in one of the available lockers. The place was deserted, exactly the way she wanted it. She stood up testing to make sure her skates were on tight enough before making her way through the doors to where the ice actually was.
When she pushed open the doors she was hit with a blast of cold air and she let out a breath and was able to see it. She stepped onto the ice and did a bit of experimental skating, it had been a long time since she had been on the ice for reasons other than to play hockey with the guys, but today she was alone. She did a few laps of the rink and brought herself into the middle.
Despite the fact that she told people she hated all girly sports there was one exception, figure skating, however she would never tell people. She also would never do it competitively because she'd have to wear a dress. She had found it a very relaxing way to get rid of any of her anger, and today she was definitely angry. She hated moving, and yet her parents had made her do it again. She closed her eyes for a moment and then, suddenly she began to skate, beautifully, and with grace. She flew into the air spinning, and, though she'd kill anyone who dared to say it, she looked absolutely at peace when she skated. She was lost to the world though, swept up in the ice and her blades, even if someone came in now she wouldn't have noticed unless they made one huge racket, well or crashed into her.
When she pushed open the doors she was hit with a blast of cold air and she let out a breath and was able to see it. She stepped onto the ice and did a bit of experimental skating, it had been a long time since she had been on the ice for reasons other than to play hockey with the guys, but today she was alone. She did a few laps of the rink and brought herself into the middle.
Despite the fact that she told people she hated all girly sports there was one exception, figure skating, however she would never tell people. She also would never do it competitively because she'd have to wear a dress. She had found it a very relaxing way to get rid of any of her anger, and today she was definitely angry. She hated moving, and yet her parents had made her do it again. She closed her eyes for a moment and then, suddenly she began to skate, beautifully, and with grace. She flew into the air spinning, and, though she'd kill anyone who dared to say it, she looked absolutely at peace when she skated. She was lost to the world though, swept up in the ice and her blades, even if someone came in now she wouldn't have noticed unless they made one huge racket, well or crashed into her.
