Kiss and Cry

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going to be spaghetti legs today, and I wasn’t about to worsen the situation.
    Wrapped in a towel, I padded over to my closet to pick the figure skating dress I was going to wear to the arena. I picked my favourite one made with black lace on the upper body, dropping down really low in the back. The skirt was also slightly longer in the back. It was elegant. I covered the majority of the dress with my good luck hoody that I brought to all my competitions and practices. It was my security blanket.
    The keys to mom’s car were left for me on the front table, which told me she wasn’t coming to our first practice. Nice, I thought sarcastically, this again. Just as I opened the front door mom called out, “Are you ready Honey? I’ll take you.”
    Well, wonders never ceased, mom came clipping down the stairs fully clothed with the exception of her Christian Grey slippers. The paraphernalia they sold after the release of the first movie was too much! “I’ve already got the keys,” I told her.
    She was following me out the door, “Mom, Your slippers!”
    She looked down at her feet, “Oops! Thanks.” She walked over to the closet and changed into her shoes shrugging on her fall jacket before continuing out of the house.
    Mom took the keys from me and we got into my dad’s beat up, shit box, really embarrassing to be seen in, backfiring, fifteen year old Honda Civic. Great first impression to anyone who might be in the parking lot of the new arena we were going to, “Can’t we take the other car?”
    “Sorry Honey, this one has gas in it. We don’t have time to take the other car.” I got into the passenger side while mom attempted to turn over the ignition.
    Row row row row, nothing.
    Row row row row, nothing.
    Row - Hum.
    Mom grinned, “See, Honda’s never let you down! Domestic cars spend more time getting fixed than they drive on the road. Remember that when you go buy your first car Honey!”
    My first car, was going to be a Mustang. I fell in love with them ever since I rode in Adam’s. I didn’t bother informing her though. Once she started on one of her tangents, there was no stopping her. We drove to the new arena in silence. It was a good twenty-five minutes from my house. When we arrived she said, “I’ll drop you off here.”
    “You’re not coming in?”
    “No, Ryan’s mother offered for Ryan to drive you to school after all the practices. She switched him to your school when I informed her about its high ratings against all the other schools in Toronto. We figured if the two of you are doing the same curriculum than you can study together at competitions. It’s all set up. See, you’re not the only one who’s going to have to do some adapting, he is too. See you later dear!”
    I closed the door and she was already pulling away from the curb. With my bag flung over my shoulder, I walked into the unfamiliar doors of the arena with trepidation.
    Once I passed the doors there was a vacant desk to my left and a well lit lounge to my right overlooking a darkened empty curling rink. The lounge extended to the next area I approached which was the rink I would be skating in. The couches were occupied by parents that were interested in watching their children skate. I knew I would rarely see my mine there. The Zamboni was already making its way on the ice, so I knew I had to hurry if I didn’t want to be late.
    My eyes finally landed on a sign pointing out the direction of the change rooms. I briskly walked down the stairs to find the senior woman’s locker room and quickly put on my skates. By the time I got back into the lounge the skaters were taking to the ice.
    I stepped into the arena and as quickly as the cold air hit my face, so did the realization that I missed being there, on the ice. My eyes welled up with tears of relief that this part of my life wasn’t over, my love for figure skating wasn’t lost. The chilled air from the rink filled my lungs and I immediately felt

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