The Virgin And Her Greek God

Carrie loved the feeling of gliding through the ice. Ever since she was a little girl she had dreamed of becoming a top figure skater. That' s why when her father finally agreed for her to take skating lessons, she took them seriously. And it paid off, coz here she is competing for a spot in the nationals.

This is it Car, just one set left. Don't mess this and you'll be on your way to the Olympics.

Carrie told her self as she was waiting for her name to be called.

This was last performance for the entire competition. Scoring a 6.0 in her short set has earned her the top spot. But she's not being complacent. She knows that her rivals are skilled skaters and are out to win just like herself.

She checked the bleachers searching for the familiar faces that kept her calm. She saw her family occupying a large portion of the bleachers. This is the advantage of having a large family, you automatically get the 10% audience impact if ever there was any.

Carrie smiled when she saw her dad who was uncomfortably holding the banner that says "Carrie Rocks and I am her Dad". Between her mom and her dad, it was her dad that needed much convincing to allow her to skate. He had a lot of conditions. One, it wouldn't interfere with school, two, her trainer had to be a girl, three, she would have to be a solo skater and not have a partner and last but definitely the most important of all, her costumes had to be approved by him.