The next morning, during breakfast, I asked mother if she heard the piano playing of the girl next door.
"Piano playing? I don't think I heard anything. Mark-San told me that there was a teenage girl living alone in the next house. Maybe it's her?" Mother suggested, taking another bite of her onigiri.
We were not used to the food here, so we decided to make a slow transition from our usual diet to adapt better to Toronto.
Today was the day I would be meeting Coach Brian Orser, so I left the house rather early and walked towards the rink while dragging my suitcase along.
Will I be welcomed?
What if Coach doesn't like me?
What if the people there don't like me?
Will I get judged for my Pooh?
Shaking my head, and stopped and breathed deeply. The cold air was refreshing, but I felt like coughing. Asthma is such a burden.
I hear a soft creak from my left and I turn, and I see a girl clad in hoodie and jeans leaving the house beside ours. Wait, it's her.
I stop to catch her face but I don't, since she doesn't turn her back and takes off running down the street with a pile of books in her arms.
Who is she?
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Destined
FanfictionYuzuru Hanyu settles into Toronto and meets an interesting neighbour. She's mysterious, and nobody knows much about her. But when they meet at the rink, he knows that they are destined to meet.
