Young Writers Society

-------------I WROTE THIS 3 YEARS AGO FOR A SCHOOL ASSIGNMENT! JUST WANTED TO POST IT FOR SOME REASON-----------------

The wind was softly brushing my cheek, like it was

trying to lure me into skating out onto that smooth,

slippery pond. It looked so perfect, like nothing I

had ever skated on before. I looked around me, it was

a cold night, but the stars and the moon were shining

brightly and that gave the darkness a warmer feeling.

The house behind me was asleep as far as I could tell,

no lights were on, no sound came from it.

‘You should do it!’ One part of me said, but the

smarter more realistic part of me reminded me it

probably wouldn’t be worth getting caught. I realized

that I had already, in my mind made a decision. I

quickly checked around me one more time, trying to

ignore the sign that read: No Trespassing, Private Property

Still no one. I hurriedly tugged on my skates, tying them tightly. I glided out onto the ice. I had been wrong, if I

did get caught, it will have been worth just moments

out on this pond. The surface was so flawless, and

natural, it was like skating in a dream. This was way

better than skating in an indoor rink, and was no

comparison to the lake that I was used to, with a

rough, knotted surface.

I experimented with stopping and turning sharply, it

was incredible. I felt like I was flying. I closed my

eyes as I slowed down, enjoying the light spring

night. ‘This is what skating should be like,’ I

thought as I went into another tight turn.

When I finally came out of my trance that I had gone

into, I looked at my watch, it was almost 2 am! I had

been skating for 4 hours! I hurried off the ice and

changed back into my boots. I took one last look at

that perfect surface (not as perfect as before since I

had scratched it up a bit) before turning and

thinking ‘I’ll be back tomorrow.’ Then with that I

started to run home, my skates slung over my

shoulder.