Isabelle Seo
Frustrated figure skater in need of release before the Olympics
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I pounded the ice in anger after having failed my third attempt in a row at nailing a quadruple Salchow. Tears of frustration poured down my cheeks, and I slowly rose to my feet, skating over to coach for what would either be a scolding or an attempt to cheer me up. I had felt so emotional over the past few days, and I needed to get my head back in the game before the Olympics. Why was I so angry and off-center? Under normal circumstances, I was the most focused and level-headed girl in the world, but as of late, I just... it was like I had an invisible itch to scratch, but I couldn't for the life of me figure out what it was.
I'm... I'm so sorry, Coach. I don't know what's come over me. I promise to do better,I stammered with a blush on my cheeks, unable to meet 's gaze directly.
It's just... I-I've felt so frustrated as of late, like I want to lash out at the world, and I... I just feel... pent up, for some strange reason.