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"Yeah, I think small people are probably better at ice skating," Cara said, agreeing with Chanel. She had played sports growing up, but nothing that ever really stuck with her. Over the years she had been enrolled in a plethora of extracurricular activities. Soccer, swimming, lacrosse, field hockey, gymnastics, dance, tennis, basketball... she had been forced to give almost everything a try. At a young age, she realized that it was essentially only because her father needed something for her to do on Sundays when her nannies typically had off. She had been fairly decent at tennis and still was, but she never had the drive to treat it as something she ever wanted to be competitive at. It was something that was a leisurely activity, and nothing more. Sports were never really her thing, and in the truth of it all, it probably related back to her issues with authority. She disliked coaches yelling at her, or being required to show up to practices if she wanted to play in the games. Being told what to do always rubbed her the wrong way, even in this as meaningless as child's sports. "We can go sometime before they close for the winter, though," she confirmed. She hoped that she would keep that promise. Even if she was trying to distance herself from being too giving towards Holly and Makayla, she wasn't cruel enough to want to lie or break a promise. Plus, even just a few minutes with Holly reminded Cara that she enjoyed the girl's company. Maybe not now, in particular, because she wasn't in the best of moods to begin with, but it was an overall feeling.
"Both of my parents were blonde and tall," she confirmed with a nod. "My dad's hair is grey now, though." She was tempted to ask Holly what her mother looked like, simply because it seemed fit to return the question, but she also didn't want to know. She knew some random tidbits about Holly's upbringing, like how her mother was in jail, that she had lived in the Bronx, and that wherever she had lived had been disgusting enough to have roaches, but she never pried, mostly because she knew that knowing that Holly had lived a poor life would make her uncomfortable. It was safer, or at least more comfortable, to remain in a bubble of ignorance.
As they pulled up to their apartment building, Cara spotted Makayla standing outside. "All right, Holl, we'll see you later," she said stepping out of the car so that Holly could slide out from the seat in the middle. She wasn't sure if they were expected to get out too and explain the situation to Makayla more in depth, but if that was the case, Cara was handling that responsibility to Chanel, because she slid back into the warm car once Holly had stepped out.
"Both of my parents were blonde and tall," she confirmed with a nod. "My dad's hair is grey now, though." She was tempted to ask Holly what her mother looked like, simply because it seemed fit to return the question, but she also didn't want to know. She knew some random tidbits about Holly's upbringing, like how her mother was in jail, that she had lived in the Bronx, and that wherever she had lived had been disgusting enough to have roaches, but she never pried, mostly because she knew that knowing that Holly had lived a poor life would make her uncomfortable. It was safer, or at least more comfortable, to remain in a bubble of ignorance.
As they pulled up to their apartment building, Cara spotted Makayla standing outside. "All right, Holl, we'll see you later," she said stepping out of the car so that Holly could slide out from the seat in the middle. She wasn't sure if they were expected to get out too and explain the situation to Makayla more in depth, but if that was the case, Cara was handling that responsibility to Chanel, because she slid back into the warm car once Holly had stepped out.
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