Which is peculiar for a woman from Philipsburg, Montana.Ĭomrade Brady was a figure skating superstar in her heyday. But sometimes, when she’s screaming at me to straighten my spine or lift my chin, I swear a slight Russian accent slips out. I don’t have any evidence, and my theory isn’t well developed. I have a theory that Aubrey is a Soviet spy. This is our third year of skating together and our third year of getting our asses kicked. When I was offered a spot at UCMH and my skating partner wasn’t, Aaron was luckily in the same position, and we became pairs. Put in some effort for once.” Aaron snickers, poking his tongue out at me when I shoot him a cold glare.Īaron Carlisle is the best male figure skater the University of California, Maple Hills, has to offer. What did I say about not throwing skates at her? “You’re being sloppy, Stas!” she yells as we fly straight past her. Rationalizing it’s her dedication that makes her such a successful coach, I decide throwing my ice skates at her is something that should stay in my imagination. I focus on suppressing my annoyance, like I do every training session when she makes it her mission to push me to my limits. I’ve been on the edge since I woke up this morning with a hangover sent directly from the pits of hell, so the last thing I need right now is more grief from Coach Aubrey Brady.
If I hear the words again and Anastasia together in a sentence one more time, it might be the thing that finally tips me over the edge. Chapter One: Anastasia Chapter One ANASTASIA
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