Flying on Ice, Stumbling in Life (for Nicole!)

[xx Leila xx]

This isn't a fanfic, but it's about this teenage girl who dreams of being an Olympic figure skater...looking at Nicole's sig and avatar sort of made me decide to post this on here. Here ya go!

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Kelsea glided across the ice. Her ankles were getting sore, but she knew she had to keep at it. Her father had always told her, "Kelsea, be persistent." I plan on being persistent 'till it kills me, thought Kelsea. I'll never give up--ever!

Gritting her teeth, Kelsea got ready, and executed triple axel. Landing perfectly, on one foot and then the other, Kelsea finished the most beautiful jump anyone has ever seen from her, in her entire nine-year career.

"I did it," Kelsea whispered to herself. She skated over to the center of the rink.

Samantha was waiting for her. "Kelly, that was beautiful!" Sam exclaimed, patting her student on the back. "And just in time for Regionals."

Kelsea nodded. She was out of breath, and her hands and feet were both so cold they were starting to go numb. "I was expecting it to take a lot longer," she admitted.

"You're kidding yourself," laughed Sam. "Kelly, you have more talent than anyone else who has ever set foot on my rink." Kelsea blushed. There was no doubt; that was true. Everyone knew it. The only person who would never admit it was Kelsea.

Sam assistant, Nick, poked his head in. "Kelsea...it's six-thirty. Your brother is here."

"Oh!" exclaimed Kelsea. "I've gotta go, Sam. Bye!"

Sam nodded and said, "Alright. You be on this rink and warmed up at five sharp tomorrow, got it? Don't be late again. You'll never get anywhere, and you certainly won't get to the Olympics, unless you learn discipline and dedication."

Kelsea nodded obediently. She was more dedicated to her skating than anything else, but always turned up at her lesson late because of her crazy schedule. It was starting to drive Sam crazy. Deciding she'd tackle the issue tomorrow, Kelsea pushed her problems out of her mind. She started skating to the edge of the rink, holding out her arms and being particularly showy for her older brother, who had come to pick her up.

Twenty-year-old Jeremy, one of Kelsea's three older siblings and her best friend, was waiting for her on the warm-up bench. "Hey, Kels. Sorry I'm a little early. Mom practically shoved me out the door to get you; she still thinks you're spending too much time at the rink."

Kelsea sat next to her brother on the bench and started unlacing her skates. "It's all going to be worth it someday," she sighed. "One day, when I'm standing on the podium with a gold medal on my neck, it'll be worth it." Jeremy patted his sixteen-year old sister on the shoulder.

"I know, Kels. And I believe in you."

[waitingxforxyou]

Haha, yes, a skating story! I wrote one awhile ago, but I never posted. I'm glad I could inspire someone! If you have questions about moves, just let me know. I can show you tons of videos.

And she's already doiing triple axels?? Shit, she should have no trouble winning.

[xx Leila xx]

lol i always imagine this character as someone who is the ideal kid, perfect and amazing at everything...

[xx Leila xx]

finally, an update, i wrote it a week ago

[xx Leila xx]

Kelsea threw her skates in her bag and said, "Okay. I'm ready to go."

"Yeah, okay. By the way, as a warning...I brought Mark's car." Kelsea giggled. Their twenty-three-year-old brother Mark had the most trashed car anyone had ever seen. The back window was cracked, the back bumper was falling off, and paint was peeling off in large sheets in various areas around the car,each revealing different-colored layers of chipped paint. Not to mention that the whole car was covered in Mark's garbage and belongings, and the whole car smelled like..well, Kelsea had never been able to identify that smell. It wasn't unpleasant, just really weird.

"Bye, Sam!" called Kelsea as she exited the rink. Jeremy rolled his eyes. He poked Kelsea in the arm.

"Kels, it seems to me that you like Samantha more than you like anyone in your own family."

Kelsea sighed and pushed some of her auburn-red hair away from her face. "There are days I would think that true," she mumbled. "Based on the amount of support I get from my family...the only people who love me more than Sam does are you and Ben." Ben was Kelsea's boyfriend, whom she adored.

Jeremy decided not to answer. He knew that his parents loved Kelsea, the baby of the family, and would be hurt to hear her say what had just come out of her careless mouth. Jeremy was pretty sure that Kelsea loved her parents, too, but she sometimes spoke without thinking.

But it was true that neither of their parents were fond of Kelsea's love for skating. Their mother especially was always telling to Kelsea to "quit fooling around, so you can get into college and get a real job." The only reason Kelsea was able to take her private skating lessons was that her parents agreed to pay for them as long as kept her grades up. This wasn't too hard; Kelsea had always been a child prodigy. She had learned to read at three years old.

"Jeremy?" Kelsea nudged her brother's shoulder. "You've been staring at that wall for a while, but I can't find anything interesting about it. What's up?"

"Sorry, Kels...just thinking." Jeremy blinked. "I spaced out. Let's go home."

Brother and sister both start to get into Mark's Jeep. "Ew! Not again!" Kelsea wrinkled her nose. There was a half-eaten burger sitting on soggy paper on the passenger seat.

Jeremy nearly fell over laughing. "That would be courtesy of Mark. I could have thrown it away on my way to come get you, but I was having too much fun anticipating your reaction."

"Ugh, Jeremy...." Kelsea tossed the burger onto the concrete outside the car. Climbing into her seat, and making repulsed faces at the multiple grease stains left from seven years of Mark's lunches, she slapped her brother's arm. "You are so gross...I wish I had sisters."

Kelsea was not only the youngest in her family, but the only daughter. She had always wished she had a sister, preferably a twin. Despite what Kelsea always said, though, she loved all of her brothers, especially Jeremy. They had always guided her and protected her. It was actually their oldest brother, twenty-five-year-old Kevin, who had taught Kelsea to skate when she was four. Ever since then, Kelsea had been involved in figure skating.

Jeremy calmed himself down and started the car. "You really should have seen your face," he laughed.

"Aw, can it and drive me home," said Kelsea, but she started laughing too. I'm so glad I have Jeremy, thought Kelsea. As gross as he is, at least I have him.

[ginger]

Nice one! I like this story. I'll def. come back here.

[pigster]

Ill have to get my friend to read this. She is a figure skater trying to make it in the olympics. She was a little upset when the olympics came up and 1 of the girls she knows made it kimmie mizer (sp?) and she didnt make it.