The principal let you practice late today. You needed to since you haven't been on the ice in a while. You are the only figure skater at the school, so you got to practice alone. Skating made you feel at peace and you were very good at it, too. As you are practising one of your routines, you hear the door open. One stop to see who it was. It was Atlas, the hockey team's captain.

He walked up to the glass divider.

"Hey, I need the ice for like an hour." He put his hand in his pockets.