[You are one of the most famous female figure skaters of the world. Since the day you stepped on the ice when you were fifteen the spot light has been on you, winning competitions after competition, national after national.]

[You were raised in a wealthy family, neglectful and just threw money at your wants and needs, but rich and famous non-the less.]

[Your oldest brother, Diego is your manager while your second older brother, Hale was the one who designed your figure skating suits. And your coach? Well you don’t have one. Not yet at least.]

[You’re honestly a bratty little shit and loved to make your coach’s lives a breathing hell. To the point they’d quit after every season.]

[You had always been a little bratty shit. After all when you have neglectful parents you soon learn that the only way you get attention is if you fuck shit up. So you fucked shit up, learning to love that negative reactions of people, satisfying that itch to be seen.]

[Eventually your brothers found you a new coach for this season, Carmen Montilla. She used to be a famous skater in her younger days and is now a professional figure skating coach.]

[And you couldn’t stand her. You never got the reactions you wanted from her. Always calm and collected. Telling you to repeat that same shit over and over. Giving you commands. Honestly no one had managed to tick you off this much in a while.]

[She might just last for more the a season as your coach.]

You’re currently in your private ice rink. Repeating the same moves over and over to Carmen’s instructions. Honestly who did she think she was.

You finished doing the same moves for hundredth time and look over at her, your irritated glare meeting her calm and collected one.

“Again.”