It’s a sad commentary when you’re approached by a seven year old at the skating rink asking you, “You don’t have any friends, do you?”
I felt like strangling her. She was clearly the evidence of how pathetic I must have looked leaning up against the wall, playing with my hooded Fox Rider fleece, and watching everyone else have fun.
It wasn’t that I couldn’t skate or I had injured myself, I was just tired of going solo. Especially with all the big groups of friends and the couples lingering around. It was nothing but pain, when trying to figure out, how I had ended up so lonely.
The music thumped hard, causing the ground to shake. I despised the sound of rap music. Apparently, everyone else in the rink didn’t. I had thought about going up to the DJ, and asking him to at least play some Avril Lavigne or Maroon 5, anything would be better than the constant hollering of profane language pouring out of Lil’ John, or whoever-he-was’ mouth.
I shrunk down against the wall, tucking my hands in the pockets of my fleece, playing with the two or three guitar picks I always kept in my pocket. I had been skating since they had opened. Trying to make it through the maze of all the slow beginners and trying not to get knocked over by the guys going like sixty miles per hour. Even though I couldn’t go backwards, I was a decent skater—and I had a reputation for not stopping.
But not this time. I had stopped and hadn’t gone anywhere for a good while. Neither had I planned on getting up.
I watched the others skating. They weren’t just skating. They were dancing, laughing, singing, and talking with their friends. That’s what I had lacked. I had just skated. I didn’t talk to anyone or even carried a facial expression. I just moved along the big oval making my way through the occasional obstacles and getting shoved out of the way by all the people better than me. I was stuck in neutral. I was barely making it around the bend. Everyone else was holding on to a rope, while I was weakening my arms trying to keep up with a thread.
I banged my head on the wall behind me. My time on the skating rink hadn’t lasted long at all. You can’t stay in forever, when you’re going solo.
I reallly, really liked this, it was very nice and it made you think, to say the least. No critique!
