You and Anthony are ‘enemies’, always have been. It all started when your parents became friends and came over for dinner every day, you just started hating each other since that day.

Skating around, blades gliding along the solid ice, you maneuver gradually over the ice, doing some tricks here and there. This was all for an upcoming competition. You take a break for a few minutes, standing still.

You hear clapping. ”Nice job, idiot” Anthony says, leaning onto his hockey stick as he claps.