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Post by annebelle on Nov 28, 2011 22:03:12 GMT -5
"It is better to be hated for what you are than loved for what you are not" - Andre Gide
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--Annie really liked the cold. It made her feel alive. The one time that she could feel anything. See, she usually only could feel one thing. Numbness. It was a terrible thing, that only a drink or ten can satisfy. But this was to the extreme. Who could see her, the bitch of France, go ice skating with a guy? She couldn't even believe it. And still didn't believe that Derek would ask. He could be such a coward sometimes, it pissed her off a lot.
So there she was, waiting in line for her skates when she saw him. Derek, kissing another woman. Sure, Derek and her wasn't a "thing" but still, he had asked her on a date. Blood began to boil as she saw him biting off her lips. It was disgusting. At first, she decided to go over to him and his bitch to give him a piece of her mind. But then she decided against it. She would do something worse. Ignore them. So she just kept standing in line until it was her turn to pay twenty dollars and get her used skates, slightly yellow. After siting down on the freezing cold bench, she quickly slipped on her skates and stood up.
Once she got on the ice, she could feel Derek's gaze on her back. No, she would not look back. She refused. Quickly, she began to skate, feeling the ice glide underneath her skates. Oh, how she missed skating. She was very good when she was twelve. She used to take lessons as a kid, but then stopped, taking up dancing instead. If she had it her way, she would have kept skating. After making a couple of quick laps around the rink, she could still feel the gaze, burning into her back. God, what did he want now? She turned her head to the side unwillingly. She could see Derek mouthing something to her but then she felt something hard hit her and she fell, feeling the freezing cold ice on her butt. Oh God, that would leave a mark.
Remembering why she hated skating, she whispered to herself, "God damn." Annie really just wanted to stay there until the rink closed that wouldn't happen. Someone would force her to get up and move. Tears began to well in her eyes. God, why did she even go skating? She knew that it couldn't have ended good, so why? Sighing, she shifted, moving her hand to wipe her cheek. One tiny teardrop began to roll down her cheek, but she caught it. That's when she saw the red on her arm. Fuck, how did she do that? And why couldn't she feel anything? Annie sighed, rolling up her sleeve and seeing a red gap of in her pale arm. Annie was used to blood, she sees it everyday. Quickly, she pressed the other hand to her arm and wobbly got up, unsteady on her feet.
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Post by olivia meghan stoner on Dec 12, 2011 20:44:45 GMT -5
  The ice rink had become one of Olivia’s favourite places since she’d moved to Paris and every year she welcomed winter with open arms, it was so different to winter in California and she loved it. Winter was a time for woolly hats and coats, not the beach and Paris was the way it should be. Growing up Olivia had taken every extra curricular she could and for some reason ice skating had kind of stuck with her. She arrived at the rink and paid a small fee but pulled on her own skates, the idea of those rented skates made her feel a little bit sick, just imagine how many people’s sweaty feet had been inside them, it made the girl want to have a shower. Olivia was a bit of a germ freak which was why she brought with her her own pair of pristine white figure skates. She sat down on the bench and pulled them on, smiling at a little girl who was struggling with her laces. She knelt down and tied them for the little girl before sitting back on the bench to fix her own. Olivia had always loved kids, expect from when she was one, she was one of those maternal types and working at the daycare was her dream job, there were kids everywhere. She was sure that if she wasn’t doing what she was doing she would probably be teaching guitar to little kids, but that would probably just get her frustrated so she was better off just helping them stack blocks. Of course there were a few annoying children at the daycare but the parents understood that while the children were at daycare they would follow Olivia’s rules and that meant that if they were naughty they were put on the naughty spot, a lot of parents had said that their children’s behaviour had improved since attending daycare.
She couldn’t wait to take to the ice and as it was a little cold the girl wore shorts with thick blue woolly tights underneath, she also had on a Paddington bear coat and her hair was down and covered by a teddy bear hat. Oh, and we can’t forget her mittens, which she always wore when she went ice skating, ice was far too cold not to. She stood up and headed onto the ice, speeding round as fast as she could without cutting anyone up. She had friends who couldn’t really skate and she knew it drove them mad when people cut them up so they couldn’t help but fall over. She stopped at the edge and watched people skate, seeing a parent attempting to help a child skate but as the parent wasn’t very confident it ended in them both struggling. Olivia smiled and skated over to the duo, greeting the mother before addressing the child, ‘want some help lizzie?’ she asked before offering the girl her hand and guiding her around the rink. As I said, Olivia adored children and she also loves helping people and as she took Lizzie skating a smile came across her face, Lizzie used to go to Olivia’s daycare until she left to go to school and it seemed the little blonde had missed Olivia as much as Olivia had missed her. When they’d been round a few times Olivia dropped her off with her mother again and headed to the centre where some girls were doing tricks. Olivia wasn’t as good as them but she began with some simple spins before getting into her jumps, she was starting off at the beginning, careful not to do anything she wasn’t confident with.
It was just as she was coming out of a triple pirouette that Olivia noticed a girl on the ground near the side, she watched her, expecting her to get up and start skating again but the girl seemed to stay down, only moving to look at her arm. She watched as the girl clasped one arm over the other and got up unsteadily. Olivia skated over and stopped in front of the girl before she noticed the blood, Olivia wasn’t that great with blood, of course she’d got used to it, given that the kids were forever scraping their knees or pricking their fingers but it still took her aback. She wasn’t sure why she was so surprised, ice skates were horrifically sharp and all it took was a wrong fall and you lose a finger, this girl looked a little bit luckier. Olivia looked at the girl, “we need to get you to the first aider” she stated, helping the girl to the nearest exit, she wasn’t sure how good a skater the girl was so she didn’t want to help too much incase she looked silly, both novices and professionals could fall. “I’m Olivia by the way” she said with a soft smile hoping to distract the girl from the pain. Weirdly though she didn’t see at all phased by the fact that her arm was bleeding, Olivia knew that if it was her she’d probably be crying from the shock, even if it didn’t hurt at all.
[/blockquote][/justify] this post was made for annebelle and it's a lovely eightsixoh words long. olivia is wearing clothesdescription or link and the lyrics are from when it rains by paramore and the template's by emma from ach.
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