Post by crystalcoco on Apr 10, 2007 18:43:17 GMT
:hi5: Heres what you guys have been waiting for! Frost Fire's here now!
Frost Fire One
One, two, step. Hop, skip. Land on blade, and pouch.
“Great.” The instructor’s hands shot up, “Great job. Lita, you really have potential.”
Her words of warmth filled my ears. I’ve been waiting for those words oh so long.
“Merci.” I took a bow, and glided of the ice. My leg-warmers flattered with a cool chill of the rink.
“Show off.” Someone whispered under their breath.
I shook off my skates. Which fell to the pale wooden ground with a ,’clink’. Then watched the next girl fall flat on her face.
“Mackenzie! Don’t try things too hard for yourself!” the instructor yelled
furiously. But that was like talking to a brick wall.
Mackenzie was the type of person who doesn’t listen, and can’t learn from most of her mistakes. Yet, she hates being second best.
“Come on Mac!” I yelled from the sidelines.
Me and Mackenzie have been skating before we even learned to walk. We had become friends at first site. And to us, it didn’t matter who went to the championship...because the other one is always there to cheer the other on.
“You did great out there Mackenzie. But this year–I think someone else is going.” She shot a look at me, while I took out my ipod.
“Yes madam.” She replied.
Mackenzie glided off the ice, and threw her skates off.
“You’ve been practicing, eh, Lit?” She plopped down in the chair next to mine, and rested her elbow on her lap.
“Yeah. But I’ve had help.” I replied. Humming the words to, Glamorous.
Mackenzie violently shook her head, then said, “Family things goin’ on. But I’ve still had time to practice on that frozen pond.”
“What frozen pond?” I demanded. Fiddling with the songs after another went off.
“You know! That cabin that my parents rented one time?” It sounded more like she was questioning herself.
“Kinda.” The words fell out of my mouth, and landed on deaf ears. Or–that’s what it seemed like.
But I sure did remember. The place was called, Lake Un. And in French, un means not–I think. But anyway, our moms were very close(and still are) and always went on trips together, leaving their warring husbands behind most of the time. But once, they decided to bring us along, and by then, we were only four years old. So, you could guess that we were really happy to be out of school for a week. So, to make a long story short, the only real reason I remember that trip, is because that’s the first place I ever got interested in ice skating. And I know what your thinking–four year old, Lita Ruby Perry, falls into frozen pond at her own will’. Nope. At night, I took my hand at sliding across that pond. And it gave me such a thrill, I thought about putting on socks and skating across it. When I eventually showed Mackenzie, she was shocked too. And when we got caught–we were applauded for it. And from that day on, our mothers have put us in ice-skating classes since.
“Yeah. I kept on fallin’ in. That’s probably why I’m not gettin’ to go this year. But it’s ether you or me!” She laughed at her inside joke. I didn’t completely get it. Because for one thing, it was true.
It’s ether me or her.
“Exceptional job Joy. But think about this, if you don’t land on the blade–what do you have to stand with?” She clicked her tongue, then continued louder, “Girls, this year–Ms. Lita Perry, shall be going to the Figure five championship. And Ms. Mackenzie Rogers as her back-up.” She made a bowing motion towards us, then continued, “And you others....if you don’t take this seriously...then just leave. Ice Skating is serious busi–“
”Come on Lita! How about our jobs?! We’re going to be late!” Mackenzie pulled me into the locker room, and threw my tote bag at me.
“Lita–you know that this is like the best job in the whole freakin city of New York!” She squealed. Pulling on her purple stared shirt. And practically jumping into her jeans.
“Whatever. Working under the music of Smile wouldn’t be the best. But for me–“
”Whatever miss Punk Pop Princess. Just put your cloths on! This is the best job to me!”
I pulled on my pink and green shirt, sporting the logo,’Luxury Rebel’. Then pulled my jeans on, and uncolored my hair(they don’t allow streaks at Pop Tymes).
“Jesus Lita! Green? Of all colors? We’re going to have to go on that shopping spree today.” Mackenzie breathed out words in a sigh.
“Whatever Mac.” I replied, putting on mint green eye shadow, “At least I’m different.”
Mackenzie rolled her eyes, then started towards the exit.
“Meet our new employees, gang!”
That Lily Allen song was getting drilled into my head, and I didn’t like it one bit. They could have changed it to the country music station, and someone would have cried, Thank you lord!
But don’t get me wrong–I love that song. But if it’s getting sung in your ear, billions of times of the day, it just get’s annoying!
The owner snapped us back to life, and got in our faces. Then said,”Hello? Girls? Are you still awake?” We nodded our reply, then she continued, “Meet our new employees! Mele and Partion!”
I looked over from staring at the wallpaper, and noticed something about those two.
They were from our school! The B. Couple! Or at least, that’s what everybody calls them. Mele, she was a grade A bitch. Always calling me ice princess, and teasing girls who are too skinny or too fat. Theres always a way for her to find something bad about you. Then theres Partion. He wasn’t really that bad until he fell in love with her. He was pretty nice, until he got intoxicated by her horrible badie badness. Now he rips on people, and flirts too much. That’s why their bitches with a capital B. Also their a couple.
“Ew! Look at those ugly retro outfits! I don’t have to wear those do I?” She pointed at me with her dirty pale finger. Holding her stomach as if to barf.
“Yes Mele. You do. Maybe you should read our employee handbook before asking a dumb question like that again.” The owner, Busuda, responded. Walking out in a huff.
“I can’t believe I have to work with you losers.” Mele flicked her short red hair, and pulled a black and white uniform out of the back. Partion disappeared behind her.
We all worked in silence for a while. Just listening over and over again to,’Then your calling me up on the phone,’ and,’At first, when I see you cry-y-y, yea it makes me smi-i-le, it makes me smi-I-i-I-le.’ It got annoyingier, and annoyinger, until we had to have a vote on what to listen too.
And of course–Mele’s bad choice of music won. And now, we were sitting here, listening to Mike Jones self promote himself. Over, and over, again. Until–finally–a commercial of the Figure Five Championships came on.
“Turn it up!” Mackenzie yelled from the back of the room.
The dial went up to five, and we all listened in.
“This year, we’ll have Lita Ruby Perry, once again, show for Mrs.Jackson’s School of the Ice Arts. We couldn’t find her, but we’ve got the next best thing–“
Oh-no.
“–her mother.”
I fought the urge to scream to the top of my lungs, the whole time my mother was getting interviewed. About me.
What if she told the story of how we had to move from England, because most of them didn’t have good dental hygeine? Or the one about how I almost put myself in a coma, by ACCIDENTLY , setting my hand on fire?
(Picture sixteen)
But she wouldn’t add the accidently part! GAHH!!!!
“Mrs. Perry, how do you feel about your daughter going to one of the most highest figure skating championships?” There was a pause in the casting. Or mom was getting Penelope ,the dog, to stop licking her leg.
“Oh! It’s such an honor! I feel like she’s growing up so fast–“
”And there ya have it folks...” The reporter cut mom off from her babbling, and decided to end it(what a fast interview).
Someone switched it back to the old station(thanks lord), and we resumed our work.
“End of the day–ya, ya, ya, ya! But we have to go to some competition, boo, boo, boo, boo, boo!” Mackenzie hummed to herself on the way home.
“So, are you wearing a cocktail dress?” She asked out of the blue.
I shrugged, “I might be wearing that black mambo dress mom brought me.”
“Don’t forget! Short dress, or no dress!” She chuckled at her own joke again.
I chuckled a little–just to make her feel good. But, just between me and myself, I don’t get any of her little inside jokes.
The line to get in was long. Why would so many people want to watch girls in little skirts prance around an over sized ice cube for hours at a time? Or watch a man in a skimpy wet suit act homosexual? The only reason, it’s a type of art. After the skater gets off the ice–their story is imprinted there forever.
And I’m gonna write the rest of mine there–tonight. And this time, those words aren’t going to be censored, or covered-up, by people who stereotype people like me.
Mom followed me to the point where it said, ‘No parents allowed’.
Then she had to go back to the auditorum, and wait to be seated. I can imagine that that pissed her off–but she’s gonna have to live with it.
I took a bench next to directions on how to find the locker room, and sat down. Waiting for my,’guide’. Over and over again, I checked my watch, to see if I should just go myself, or wait.
“Hello? What are you here for?”
I looked up from my watch, to see a blonde girl with a barley figure staring down at me.
Here we go.
“I’m here for the figure skating. What else?” I tried my best not to be rude. But this lady made it hard.
She twitched her eyebrow, then stated,”To do what?”
I’ve met these type of people before. Thinking that people of my race couldn’t skate or play hockey. But why do I of all people have to get the racists guide?
“I’m Lita Ruby Perry. Representing Ms.Jackson’s Ice Arts!” My voice came out in a squeezed whisper. This lady was stereotyping me–and I didn’t like it!
“Whatever then. Just follow me to the locker rooms. Hey! Did this girl go through the metal detectors yet!?”
That lady made me so mad. I couldn’t think of what I wanted to do to her–or I would probably do it. She expected me to act ghetto–the nerve of some people! And to think–I still have to go on with this competition! While that distractor told me that I probably wasn’t going to win, that I wasn’t trained enough. She even asked me over and over again, was I telling her the truth.
I angrily slipped on my skates, and warmed up my calves. Thinking of those people who have always told me that I was never going to do anything in my life. That I was going to live in the ghetto when I grow up.
That I couldn’t be a figure skater because I was black. But just as my mother always tells me, people have looked down on her too. Told her, that she couldn’t be an interior designer because only white people do that. But look at her now–she lives in a fancy French house that she made from memory.
From her childhood dreams. And theres no reason I can’t figure skate because of my race. Race doesn’t matter in God’s eye’s. But it might matter to the judges.
“Representing Ms. Jackson’s School of Ice Arts, Lita Ruby Perry!” The crowd gave a loud burst of applause, while I skated onto the ring. Then bowed, and waited for the judge’s signal.
“Ms.Lita will be showing us the, Red Snowflake, as she calls it.”
The hand went up, and I glided.
Left foot, jump, land on blade–circle.
“What a terrific stance! Let’s see if she can keep it!”
Square, leap, keep position.
“This girl is pretty good,”
Curve, four line waddle, leap and land.
“,for a black girl that is.”
My skate took on a mind of it’s own, as what the announcer said sunk in.
Pretty good for a black girl?
My skate flew sideways, as I stared up at the glass booth. My arm caught the practically lifeless body of mine under itself, but couldn’t hold, and bent the wrong way.
“What’s happening out there? “
”Is she okay?”
Pretty good for a black girl, sang in my head, as my mind registered the intense pain that swallowed me whole.
Black girl, black girl.
“It looks like she’s broken somethin’ out there folks.”
“Oh my! What could have caused this to happen? Lita? Ms. Lita?”
“Someone get the medical team out there!”
“Lit? LIT! Don’t die on me, please!”
“Young lady! I didn’t drive you al the way out here, to lose! Or die...Lita!? Answer me this instant!”
Black girl, black girl.
Sorry it took an overdue of two days! I just hope that everybody likes this! And thanks for even CONTEMPLATING of reading my story!!
That's my treat for you guys. Feel free to save. And if you want the hair, just ask. Download it at: paysites.mustbedestroyed.org/booty/sims2luxe/hair/
Merci!!!
Frost Fire One
One, two, step. Hop, skip. Land on blade, and pouch.
“Great.” The instructor’s hands shot up, “Great job. Lita, you really have potential.”
Her words of warmth filled my ears. I’ve been waiting for those words oh so long.
“Merci.” I took a bow, and glided of the ice. My leg-warmers flattered with a cool chill of the rink.
“Show off.” Someone whispered under their breath.
I shook off my skates. Which fell to the pale wooden ground with a ,’clink’. Then watched the next girl fall flat on her face.
“Mackenzie! Don’t try things too hard for yourself!” the instructor yelled
furiously. But that was like talking to a brick wall.
Mackenzie was the type of person who doesn’t listen, and can’t learn from most of her mistakes. Yet, she hates being second best.
“Come on Mac!” I yelled from the sidelines.
Me and Mackenzie have been skating before we even learned to walk. We had become friends at first site. And to us, it didn’t matter who went to the championship...because the other one is always there to cheer the other on.
“You did great out there Mackenzie. But this year–I think someone else is going.” She shot a look at me, while I took out my ipod.
“Yes madam.” She replied.
Mackenzie glided off the ice, and threw her skates off.
“You’ve been practicing, eh, Lit?” She plopped down in the chair next to mine, and rested her elbow on her lap.
“Yeah. But I’ve had help.” I replied. Humming the words to, Glamorous.
Mackenzie violently shook her head, then said, “Family things goin’ on. But I’ve still had time to practice on that frozen pond.”
“What frozen pond?” I demanded. Fiddling with the songs after another went off.
“You know! That cabin that my parents rented one time?” It sounded more like she was questioning herself.
“Kinda.” The words fell out of my mouth, and landed on deaf ears. Or–that’s what it seemed like.
But I sure did remember. The place was called, Lake Un. And in French, un means not–I think. But anyway, our moms were very close(and still are) and always went on trips together, leaving their warring husbands behind most of the time. But once, they decided to bring us along, and by then, we were only four years old. So, you could guess that we were really happy to be out of school for a week. So, to make a long story short, the only real reason I remember that trip, is because that’s the first place I ever got interested in ice skating. And I know what your thinking–four year old, Lita Ruby Perry, falls into frozen pond at her own will’. Nope. At night, I took my hand at sliding across that pond. And it gave me such a thrill, I thought about putting on socks and skating across it. When I eventually showed Mackenzie, she was shocked too. And when we got caught–we were applauded for it. And from that day on, our mothers have put us in ice-skating classes since.
“Yeah. I kept on fallin’ in. That’s probably why I’m not gettin’ to go this year. But it’s ether you or me!” She laughed at her inside joke. I didn’t completely get it. Because for one thing, it was true.
It’s ether me or her.
“Exceptional job Joy. But think about this, if you don’t land on the blade–what do you have to stand with?” She clicked her tongue, then continued louder, “Girls, this year–Ms. Lita Perry, shall be going to the Figure five championship. And Ms. Mackenzie Rogers as her back-up.” She made a bowing motion towards us, then continued, “And you others....if you don’t take this seriously...then just leave. Ice Skating is serious busi–“
”Come on Lita! How about our jobs?! We’re going to be late!” Mackenzie pulled me into the locker room, and threw my tote bag at me.
“Lita–you know that this is like the best job in the whole freakin city of New York!” She squealed. Pulling on her purple stared shirt. And practically jumping into her jeans.
“Whatever. Working under the music of Smile wouldn’t be the best. But for me–“
”Whatever miss Punk Pop Princess. Just put your cloths on! This is the best job to me!”
I pulled on my pink and green shirt, sporting the logo,’Luxury Rebel’. Then pulled my jeans on, and uncolored my hair(they don’t allow streaks at Pop Tymes).
“Jesus Lita! Green? Of all colors? We’re going to have to go on that shopping spree today.” Mackenzie breathed out words in a sigh.
“Whatever Mac.” I replied, putting on mint green eye shadow, “At least I’m different.”
Mackenzie rolled her eyes, then started towards the exit.
“Meet our new employees, gang!”
That Lily Allen song was getting drilled into my head, and I didn’t like it one bit. They could have changed it to the country music station, and someone would have cried, Thank you lord!
But don’t get me wrong–I love that song. But if it’s getting sung in your ear, billions of times of the day, it just get’s annoying!
The owner snapped us back to life, and got in our faces. Then said,”Hello? Girls? Are you still awake?” We nodded our reply, then she continued, “Meet our new employees! Mele and Partion!”
I looked over from staring at the wallpaper, and noticed something about those two.
They were from our school! The B. Couple! Or at least, that’s what everybody calls them. Mele, she was a grade A bitch. Always calling me ice princess, and teasing girls who are too skinny or too fat. Theres always a way for her to find something bad about you. Then theres Partion. He wasn’t really that bad until he fell in love with her. He was pretty nice, until he got intoxicated by her horrible badie badness. Now he rips on people, and flirts too much. That’s why their bitches with a capital B. Also their a couple.
“Ew! Look at those ugly retro outfits! I don’t have to wear those do I?” She pointed at me with her dirty pale finger. Holding her stomach as if to barf.
“Yes Mele. You do. Maybe you should read our employee handbook before asking a dumb question like that again.” The owner, Busuda, responded. Walking out in a huff.
“I can’t believe I have to work with you losers.” Mele flicked her short red hair, and pulled a black and white uniform out of the back. Partion disappeared behind her.
We all worked in silence for a while. Just listening over and over again to,’Then your calling me up on the phone,’ and,’At first, when I see you cry-y-y, yea it makes me smi-i-le, it makes me smi-I-i-I-le.’ It got annoyingier, and annoyinger, until we had to have a vote on what to listen too.
And of course–Mele’s bad choice of music won. And now, we were sitting here, listening to Mike Jones self promote himself. Over, and over, again. Until–finally–a commercial of the Figure Five Championships came on.
“Turn it up!” Mackenzie yelled from the back of the room.
The dial went up to five, and we all listened in.
“This year, we’ll have Lita Ruby Perry, once again, show for Mrs.Jackson’s School of the Ice Arts. We couldn’t find her, but we’ve got the next best thing–“
Oh-no.
“–her mother.”
I fought the urge to scream to the top of my lungs, the whole time my mother was getting interviewed. About me.
What if she told the story of how we had to move from England, because most of them didn’t have good dental hygeine? Or the one about how I almost put myself in a coma, by ACCIDENTLY , setting my hand on fire?
(Picture sixteen)
But she wouldn’t add the accidently part! GAHH!!!!
“Mrs. Perry, how do you feel about your daughter going to one of the most highest figure skating championships?” There was a pause in the casting. Or mom was getting Penelope ,the dog, to stop licking her leg.
“Oh! It’s such an honor! I feel like she’s growing up so fast–“
”And there ya have it folks...” The reporter cut mom off from her babbling, and decided to end it(what a fast interview).
Someone switched it back to the old station(thanks lord), and we resumed our work.
“End of the day–ya, ya, ya, ya! But we have to go to some competition, boo, boo, boo, boo, boo!” Mackenzie hummed to herself on the way home.
“So, are you wearing a cocktail dress?” She asked out of the blue.
I shrugged, “I might be wearing that black mambo dress mom brought me.”
“Don’t forget! Short dress, or no dress!” She chuckled at her own joke again.
I chuckled a little–just to make her feel good. But, just between me and myself, I don’t get any of her little inside jokes.
The line to get in was long. Why would so many people want to watch girls in little skirts prance around an over sized ice cube for hours at a time? Or watch a man in a skimpy wet suit act homosexual? The only reason, it’s a type of art. After the skater gets off the ice–their story is imprinted there forever.
And I’m gonna write the rest of mine there–tonight. And this time, those words aren’t going to be censored, or covered-up, by people who stereotype people like me.
Mom followed me to the point where it said, ‘No parents allowed’.
Then she had to go back to the auditorum, and wait to be seated. I can imagine that that pissed her off–but she’s gonna have to live with it.
I took a bench next to directions on how to find the locker room, and sat down. Waiting for my,’guide’. Over and over again, I checked my watch, to see if I should just go myself, or wait.
“Hello? What are you here for?”
I looked up from my watch, to see a blonde girl with a barley figure staring down at me.
Here we go.
“I’m here for the figure skating. What else?” I tried my best not to be rude. But this lady made it hard.
She twitched her eyebrow, then stated,”To do what?”
I’ve met these type of people before. Thinking that people of my race couldn’t skate or play hockey. But why do I of all people have to get the racists guide?
“I’m Lita Ruby Perry. Representing Ms.Jackson’s Ice Arts!” My voice came out in a squeezed whisper. This lady was stereotyping me–and I didn’t like it!
“Whatever then. Just follow me to the locker rooms. Hey! Did this girl go through the metal detectors yet!?”
That lady made me so mad. I couldn’t think of what I wanted to do to her–or I would probably do it. She expected me to act ghetto–the nerve of some people! And to think–I still have to go on with this competition! While that distractor told me that I probably wasn’t going to win, that I wasn’t trained enough. She even asked me over and over again, was I telling her the truth.
I angrily slipped on my skates, and warmed up my calves. Thinking of those people who have always told me that I was never going to do anything in my life. That I was going to live in the ghetto when I grow up.
That I couldn’t be a figure skater because I was black. But just as my mother always tells me, people have looked down on her too. Told her, that she couldn’t be an interior designer because only white people do that. But look at her now–she lives in a fancy French house that she made from memory.
From her childhood dreams. And theres no reason I can’t figure skate because of my race. Race doesn’t matter in God’s eye’s. But it might matter to the judges.
“Representing Ms. Jackson’s School of Ice Arts, Lita Ruby Perry!” The crowd gave a loud burst of applause, while I skated onto the ring. Then bowed, and waited for the judge’s signal.
“Ms.Lita will be showing us the, Red Snowflake, as she calls it.”
The hand went up, and I glided.
Left foot, jump, land on blade–circle.
“What a terrific stance! Let’s see if she can keep it!”
Square, leap, keep position.
“This girl is pretty good,”
Curve, four line waddle, leap and land.
“,for a black girl that is.”
My skate took on a mind of it’s own, as what the announcer said sunk in.
Pretty good for a black girl?
My skate flew sideways, as I stared up at the glass booth. My arm caught the practically lifeless body of mine under itself, but couldn’t hold, and bent the wrong way.
“What’s happening out there? “
”Is she okay?”
Pretty good for a black girl, sang in my head, as my mind registered the intense pain that swallowed me whole.
Black girl, black girl.
“It looks like she’s broken somethin’ out there folks.”
“Oh my! What could have caused this to happen? Lita? Ms. Lita?”
“Someone get the medical team out there!”
“Lit? LIT! Don’t die on me, please!”
“Young lady! I didn’t drive you al the way out here, to lose! Or die...Lita!? Answer me this instant!”
Black girl, black girl.
Sorry it took an overdue of two days! I just hope that everybody likes this! And thanks for even CONTEMPLATING of reading my story!!
That's my treat for you guys. Feel free to save. And if you want the hair, just ask. Download it at: paysites.mustbedestroyed.org/booty/sims2luxe/hair/
Merci!!!
I can't wait to see the first update! *waits patiently* 
I am a mum! My daughter was born 7 Jan 2013
