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Post by beth on Jun 2, 2010 19:31:12 GMT -5
ICE. It felt the same everywhere. No matter where Beth was, she could feel completely at home when she stepped out onto the ice. It always felt the same, gave her the same sensations. Okay, so there was a difference between really good ice, and bad ice. Not to mention the difference between man-made verses nature made- but then, that wasn’t really the point. It was more that she felt at home on the ice. No matter where she was, how far away from her home-town, the ice felt the same. It wouldn’t matter how long she spent away, Bethany had the feeling she would always consider Boston home. Maybe it would be different if her father ever moved. Even in her second year of college though, she still didn’t exactly think of Philly as home. As much as she did like it.
SHE had to admit though, it was nice to be back after the summer. As much as she loved going home, she did love this new city, and her studies. Which wasn’t completely odd for a student at Emerson. Being a rather choosy school, most (if not all) the students were rather committed. Bethany no exception. She simply adored studying music, and found herself growing bored over the summer. She was actually growing rather antsy. The first few weeks were always rather slow. She needed a challenge already. Which was probably why she had ventured to the rink. She had needed something to do, and having given up staking in competitions, there were times where she really missed it. In fact, sometimes she thought about taking it up again. Not that she had the time to devote to it. Still, it was a nice thought.
MAKING sure the laces on her white skates were done up correctly, the young woman slipped the plastic covers off the blades. Tucking them away in her bag. She remembered when she’d first started skating, she’d been completely terrified of cutting her fingers. Now though, she was completely at ease. Besides, serious cuts from skating accidents weren’t really as common as one might fear. You were much more likely to get lots of bruises and a wet pants from falling too much. And yes, in case you were wondering, she still fell. Even with all her talent and training, Bethany still found herself falling butt first onto the ice from time to time. Everyone made mistakes. She was no different.
TAKING that first step onto the ice was heaven. Beth could almost feel herself sigh in content. She honestly couldn’t remember the last time she had skated. It most definitely hadn’t been in the last three months. She hadn’t bin all summer. Not even when she’d been to the rink in Boston to visit her old couch. She wasn’t sure why she hadn’t been in so long. Maybe she’d just gotten so side-tracked being bored over the summer? Frowning, she took a mental note yo visit rinks more often. If she wasn’t careful, the lack of activity coupled with the not so healthy diet of a student, she would end up putting on a ton of weight. In fact she was certain her jeans felt a little snug. It could have been that freshly laundered tight though, so she need not worry too much.
WITH long, careful strides, she glided away from the edge of the rink. Most people during public times skated in a large circle near the barriers. Which left the centre of the rink mostly free. Which suited Bethany just fine. It gave her space to play a little. It wasn’t that she liked to show off. It was just, she couldn’t help herself. Once in a free space, Beth turned her feet out much like a dancer, gliding slowly sideways. Easing herself into things.
COUNT. 636
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NOTES. dooodlydoo
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