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Step one was a disaster. As soon as Jen’s right blade touched the frozen surface, it slid forward as if it were trying to escape her foot. She gasped, her arms windmilling wildly, and she would have slammed face-first into the rubber matting if John hadn't been there.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡNVBwHUUDyJ
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He caught her by the elbows, his grip firm and steadying.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlJGZYuWbUa
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"Don't fight the ice, Jen," he said softly, his breath hitching in the cold air. "If you fight it, you’ll lose. You have to find your center."58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTKbNz7viP9
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"I don't think I have a center," Jen panted, her heart hammering against her ribs. "I think I’m just 90% panic right now."58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdnKFSNOisv
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John laughed—a genuine, warm sound that made the drafty rink feel ten degrees warmer. He stepped onto the ice backward, gliding effortlessly while holding both of her hands. He began to pull her slowly away from the safety of the wooden boards.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOEMxRI2bGL
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"Look at me. Don't look at your feet," he commanded.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfPxGdvCEcM
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Jen forced her eyes up. Behind the plexiglass, she could see her mother standing by the entrance. Her mom wasn't checking her phone or looking bored; she was leaning forward, her eyes wide with a mixture of worry and hope. She had spent years watching Jen quit things—piano, volleyball, art club—because Jen felt she wasn't "meant" for them. Seeing her daughter actually stand on the ice was enough to make her hands shake.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpOFxPCGgLt
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"Now," John said, drawing Jen’s attention back. "March. Like a soldier."58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSFb0DlbAtS
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Clomp. Clomp. Clomp. The sound of the blades hitting the ice was ugly and robotic. Jen felt ridiculous. She was a seventeen-year-old girl marching like a toddler while the "Ice Prince" of the state watched her.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡwEQzQyft8j
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"Good," John encouraged, ignoring her embarrassment. "Now, try to glide. Push with the inside of your skate. Feel the edge."58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnoACSFVpQ8
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Jen tried. She pushed off with her left foot, but her ankle wobbled. The blade tilted, and suddenly, the physics of the world betrayed her.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡTG16OVr5Dt
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The impact was loud. She hit the ice hip-first, the cold stinging her skin instantly through her leggings. The shock of the temperature was worse than the pain. She sat there, stunned, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡBHeQn5K25V
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"Jen!" Her mom called out from the sidelines, taking a step toward the gate.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyq37Bsdsoo
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John didn't move to pick her up immediately. He knelt down on the ice next to her, eye-level. "It's cold, isn't it?"58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhM0cy6JLh6
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"It's freezing," Jen hissed, blinking back tears of frustration. "And it's hard. Why would anyone do this for fun?"58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXHlhN8Vb5j
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John reached out and touched the surface of the ice with his bare hand. "Because the ice is honest. It doesn't care who is popular at school or who feels like an outcast. It only cares about how much you're willing to give it. If you give it your fear, it drops you. If you give it your heart..."58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ50ZTzs5RVw
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He stood up and offered his hand again.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWAFpBJq4Vs
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"Try again. Think of it like this: every time you fall, you're just getting the 'bad' landings out of your system. There’s a gold medalist inside you, Jen. She’s just buried under a little bit of ice."58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjJ2xVvDIrb
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Jen looked at his hand, then at her mother, who was clenching her coat at her chest, cheering silently. For the first time in her life, Jen didn't want to disappear. She wanted to prove that she wasn't just "the girl in the background."58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRzU5HVQeGO
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She took John’s hand and pulled herself up.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRKo9GmO6uQ
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For the next hour, the world shrank down to the size of the rink. John taught her the "Waltz Crawl" and how to use her "bubbles" to move forward. He was a patient teacher, but he was firm. He didn't treat her like a fragile glass doll; he treated her like an athlete.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqL5329D4wu
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"One more time," John said, pointing to the red line. "Push, glide, hold. Show me the grace I know you have."58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡVLkvqQY6h5
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Jen took a deep breath. She blocked out the sound of the humming lights and the distant sound of a Zamboni in the garage. She pushed off.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmwUgdwei6N
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She didn't wobble. She felt the thin metal blade bite into the ice, propelling her forward. For three glorious seconds, she wasn't Jen the Outcast. She was a weightless creature cutting through the air. The wind rushed past her ears, and for a fleeting moment, she felt the "fire" that Inori must have felt—the realization that the ice wasn't an enemy, but a stage.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8aDM82r17l
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She ended the glide and looked at John. He was beaming.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡitxBK261ey
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"You felt it, didn't you?" he asked, skating over to her.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbnibdXdbja
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"I... I felt like I was flying," she whispered.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKV1aoKxeIh
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"That's the 'Medalist' spark," John said, his voice dropping to a serious tone. "But Jen, if you want to keep that feeling, you have to commit. The High School Regional Open is in six months. They have a 'Late Starter' bracket for the Badge levels. If you train every morning with me, you can enter."58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡytdNFEcrms
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Jen’s eyes widened. "A competition? John, I just learned how to move forward without crying."58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2M3yOrtunr
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"I'll be there," John promised. He reached out, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. His fingers were cold, but his touch sent a jolt of warmth through her. "I'll be your coach, your partner, whatever you need. I stayed in the dark for years, Jen. Help me come back to the light. Let's go for the gold together."58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhupnawidZM
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Jen looked at the ice, scarred by her falls but shining under the lights. She looked at her mom, who was crying tears of joy in the stands. Finally, she looked at John—the boy who had carried her in his heart across the country.58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5U0wdNLuna
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"Okay," Jen said, her voice finally finding its strength. "Teach me everything."58Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡS1rv5i1nR5
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