You can meet me here on Thursday at 3:30 if you really want lessons.” Caroline told me. I was so excited for Thursday I literally could not wait I rode my bike there every single day after school. By Thursday I was more than ready for my lesson.
Thursday morning came and I was so excited I hadn't told anyone about my skating. I put on my favorite shirt which was bright pink with neon green polka dots all over paired with my favorite pair of of blue ripped at the knee jeans. I also put my hair into two braids that my grandma taught me how to do after one of our silent dinners of me talking about how cool this girls hair was in my class.
“So today I am going back to the ice rink that Maya had her birthday party at and a nice, tall, pretty lady is going to do a ice skating lesson with me!” I exclaimed loud and proud during breakfast.
“You are WHAT?!” dad shout. I didn’t respond, I did not know what was so wrong with ice skating. Actually I knew that there was no problem with ice skating him and the evil bottles are the problem. He lashed out anyway, he took the spatula he was using to make himself eggs and it began- he picked me up turned me around and repeatedly whacked me with “the weapon.” At least he didn't pick up the knife he was slicing the strawberries