How many months has it passed?I can't remember the last time I had gone out with my friends for some snacks or the weight of snow falling on my head everytime we walk to Viktor's house after school  to play.They never let me spend time with anyone anymore.Only practice and more practice.I miss my friends.Mother always say to keep my body.Straight and slim.Not a single cut or bruised must scraped my innocent,white skin.If even one drop of blood is poured,I'll be grounded for a month.My choices are either I stay in my room or the rink.

I was born in a decent state of family.My parents were all dancers.The famous "Morozov Dove of Moscow" was my father.Now he runs a great hall and ballroom for talented artists to entertain nobles.My mother was Fenella Lebedev, called the "Romania Swan".They met when they attended the world ballet championship in Moscow.I grew up as an only child with 2 famous dancers by my side,I am expected to be one as well.

It gets a bit lonely sometimes.Alone in an enourmous stadium standing on frozen ice with only Mrs.Kozlov's classical music marathon to company me.

But after 10 p.m every night,I waited for the light to come in.If it wasn't for him I wouldn't have found my path.My reason to live.

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"About this weekend,Viktor wants me to come over and have lunch with him,".I bit my lip,"If thats okay,"

Mother didn't even bother listening to me.Her eyes were glued to the papers she was holding.Her brunnete hair brushed aside as she flipped over the other side of the paper,not letting her gaze off it.

I sigh and looked out the window.My father was on a hangover.He had been drunk,partying with his friends.Mother never acknowledged him and lets him be.

"I'm sorry dear,is there something you want to talk about?",mother said,not even looking it back.

"W-Well...."

"That Viktor boy again?Why do you keep in touch with him when he's a very bad influcence to you?"

False.He has been a very good friend.Mother hates him because he always telling me to ditch practise and to spend more time with my friends.I sigh.If only it were that easy. 

"You ought to keep practicing to sharpen your skills.You have another competition next month and you better win,"

The car stops in front of the rink stadium.I grabbed my bags and got out of the car as it drove away.This rink stadium has always been my place to practice.My second home.I spent most of my time growing up here.I took of my coat and laid it on the bench.I put on my skates and went in the rink.I put on one of the disc on the gramophone as the same classic song played,annoyed my ears.

At least in this case,no one can bother me anymore.No one can tell me what to do.I lift up and my hand and reached the sky as I twirled and landed on my feet.The light taps on the ice made no sound,only the song was echoing through the stadium as I danced to this beautiful crafted piece.I closed my eyes and let myself drown in this colorful complication of pitch and melody.Dancing was the reason given for me to live.

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It's almost midnight.As a matter of fact,I can't go home before midnight.Mother said to leave the stadium always after midnight.I had to practice till the day ends then I can rest.I sigh.This is exhausting.I usually stop at 11 then go to that 24 hour cafe across the stadium.I've never been this late in the stadium.

"Who is there?",I looked at the grey,metalic bucket that was now rolling down the floor,then to human figure in the dark.

I grabbed my jacket and went out of the rink,"Show yourself!",I yelled.

A small figure crept out of the darkness in the stadium entrance as its hand slowly gripped on the walls in the light.I titled my head and saw a boy,dressed in rags and a hat with a hole in it,with dirt smeared all over,covering his entire face that was barely seen.The only thing that shone was his big doe blue eyes.

"Who are you?",I asked.

He was definitely a kid.14?Maybe 15?

He hold his hands up high as he slowly tiptoed into the light.He was shaking.He bit his lip and his eyes stared at me terrotized.

"I-I'm just here to clean the stadium",he stuttered.

"Really?Are you some kind of new recruit?",I frowned.

"N-No,n-not really.I come every night to clean,"

"Then why have I never seen you before?",I put my hand on my hip.

"Oh...well that's cus i clean here earlier on the other days"

"I came late.The bus driver didn't allow me to come on because of how I was dressed",he giggled a little.

I sigh in relief,"I'm sorry,I didn't know.I'm Valentina Lebedev,the one Mr Plisetsky told"

He nodded slowly and walked to the bucket to grab it.

I grabbed my stomach as that horrible twisted sound roared.

"Are you hungry?",he asked.

"Yes actually,Do you have anything?",I replied.

"It's not much but i have some bread",he pulled his vest and grabbed a piece of a crumpled plastic with tiny scrumbs of bread in it.

I widen my eyes,"N-Never mind,you'll need it,"

He smiled at me,"Why thank you~"

I noticed the old bandage stick to his cheek and bandages on all over his arms and legs.It's best not to ask.

Another shrieking roar came out but this time it wasn't me but the boy.

"Would you like to eat with me?",I invited.

"Eh?No,I can just have my bread hehe"

I grabbed my bag,"I insist.You look...not well,"

"Nooo...you look way above my class and i feel bad to burden you",he replied.

I frowned

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"Ehhh??I can really have that?"

He was already drooling,staring at those fresh bread.

"Take much as you want",I said.

He stared me with those puppy dog eyes again,"Can...I?Really??"

I nodded,"Is fresh bread enough for you?There's a cafe if you want to-"

He smiled,"Bread is fine"

He then took 3 bread,"Thank you so much",he said.

I smiled,"Alright,I better get going then",as I reached and payed for him.

"Ah! I need to repay you ,don't i?"

"No need~,"as I grabbed my coat and bag.

"What's your name?",I asked.

"Leonid Morozov",he said with a smile.