TheWayLifeShouldBe

I’ll never forget that day as long as I’m alive. I never could have expected a single ride on the bus could have changed my life the way that it did. I met a girl, and no, not in the way that you’re thinking. She was adorable, with big brown eyes that reflected the sun in a way that I’d never seen. Her hair was like fire and she became my greatest influence in a mere two stops. I sat where many had sat before me, on my way home from an evening class at my local university. I had a big dinner waiting for me when I got home, and honestly, I hadn’t been inspired for a really long time. I lost my love for art. I lost

 No one ever set me up for failure, I didn’t even know how to cope with what just happened. “Anastasiya Nikiforov finishing off the Grand Prix Finals with a score of two hundred point six zero.” I had my face in my hands, I was trembling, I didn’t even break the top three with a score that low. “You’re okay Ana, you’ll just work extra hard for next year. We all have bad days.” Viktor said gently. I could feel everyone’s eyes on me, I couldn’t do this, I stood up and immediately fell to my knees. “Nastiya, please stop you need to go to the hospital you fell really hard.”

Anastasiya was only six years old when she met the angst filled blond, with eyes of emerald green. Their relationship was competitive, constantly fighting and bickering over who was better. Anastasiya who came from an exceptionally long line of skaters of course felt as though she were better at the sport than the boy who only got into it because it made his mother happy. Anastasiya was a skater because she enjoyed it, she loved how easily she could breathe when she was on the ice, gliding, her moves were almost supernatural. “Everyone, this is Yuri Plisetsky, he will be joining us now,” Yakov announced as a young skater moved to

Viktor was sixteen when his older brother had his first and only child, a little girl, Anastasiya Dimitrievna Nikiforov. She had the signature Nikiforov look: bright blue-green eyes and beautiful platinum silver locks. She was born with a smile on her face as she reached for her parents. She was small, especially for a newborn. Viktoriya and Dimitri knew virtually nothing about how to take care of a child, and were absent parents once they were both able to return to work. Because of this the young Russian girl was left with Viktor, to travel around the world, admiring the way he skated. When she could stand on her own Viktor taught her to s

We all know the story of Link, The Hero of Time, and how he defeats the evil Ganondorf, however, this is not that story. This is the story about a young man who is the only male, the king of the Gerudo Thieves. In every story there is a hero and a villain, and this story, is not any different. This is the story of Ganondorf, and his not so evil uprising. It was a night, unlike any other, our hero lay in bed, tossing and turning, restless. He dreamed of the young princess and the Sheikah woman, the one who always protected her. They were on horseback, escaping from the castle walls. He was chasing them, on his own horse. They looked so scared