"I told you guys it'd be a cool distraction."

September twentieth of two-thousand fourteen. Around two months after the fourth season wrapped filming and it was still airing every Tuesday night.

July fifth of two-thousand fourteen. The day I won yet another title, making them nine now. When I stood in front of that audience, grinning from ear to ear and a tiara was placed on my head. But then, I walked back to the dressing room with the rest of the team, and it was now one of the things I regretted the most.

If I hadn't tried to follow Chloe to check up on her, the argument would have never happened. I would have never yelled at Abby, and maybe things wouldn't be the way they were now.

They weren't the worst, but I had been through better. One of the only positive sides may have been that she stopped calling me Evie. Now the only name she'll call me is Genevieve, which I didn't mind, at least if she hadn't spent the first month calling me "blondie" instead of my given name.

She hates my guts, and I also do.

I'd find myself thinking back to the day it all happened. How I could have prevented it. If I had just left the room, or maybe if I hadn't even closed the door, none of this would have happened.

At the end of the day, it was all my fault.

I should've said no. I should've pulled away when I had the chance, but now I can't do anything.

And it hadn't even been worth it. Not even forty-eight hours after the competition, I had been blocked by Chloe on every single social media platform we both had. The only way I could feel a bit better was that she had blocked everyone else. Nia was the last one she blocked, and she sent her a message on our behalf, but not even an hour after it appeared as "viewed", the Frazier girl had been blocked by who once was her best friend.

This time around, it seemed like she was gone for good, and we started to give up hope.

That Saturday afternoon, Lexi had convinced some of us to go watch her sister compete. Her younger sister, ― who I had no idea existed until she explained she's her half-sister from her father's side ― Ashley, was an ice skater, and she would be competing in New York that same day.

That same week, my two worlds had collided, so ― besides me ― the other two girls who were joining Lexi were Maddie and Sadie.

To say I was excited was an understatement, and they've been getting along great! It was so freaking cool!

"That's a lame pun," I commented as I sat next to Lexi while Sadie and Maddie sat in front of us. "And it's cold in here."

The brunette laughed but was then shushed by other people around, so she whispered. "I told you to bring a jacket."

I rubbed my extremely cold hands together and blew at them. "I didn't think it'd be so cold."

Sadie turned to look at me. "Eves, it's a literal ice rink."

"But I didn't think--" We were shushed again. "Sorry."

Scared of getting kicked out, we sat in silence and started watching as different skaters competed.

I couldn't lie, ice skating looked like it was fun, but we didn't have time to do things like that. The last time I skated was almost two years ago, and it was when Melissa and Mom were yelling at each other while filming for the show.

But ice skating ― most particularly figure skating ― looked like it was also a lot like dance, something I was starting to get exhausted of.

Being one of Abby's least favorites means that you'll always end up in the back of the group routines. It also means that she won't give you that much attention ― which is actually good ―, but she'll underestimate you for that same reason. It was a never-ending mind game with the older woman.

Talking about mind games, does anyone remember when everyone watched my argument with Abby and Jeff unfold in front of their very own eyes? Dr. Holly stepped up to the case and did her very best to find me the best psychologist possible.

My psychologist ― or therapist, which I'll probably be calling her like from now on ― is a woman in her mid-thirties named Teagan Zandt, but I'll add the Dr: Dr. Teagan Zandt, and she uses a turquoise and white checker-patterned clipboard that I absolutely love. Her brown hair was cut up to her shoulders recently, and she's supposed to use glasses, but she uses contacts instead. According to her, she doesn't like feeling the glasses on the bridge of her nose.

Just like with everything else, I was very hesitant at first, but then I realized that she was the one person I could talk to that didn't actually know the people I was venting about. That could help with everything, right?

She then came to a conclusion: I had to get away from them, and I wanted to laugh at her face for that, but I wanted to be respectful, so I kept it to myself. Instead, I had to calmly explain to her that I couldn't just leave. I was under a two-year contract and wouldn't be able to leave until early two-thousand sixteen.

The one thing I needed to start recovering and everything was getting away from them all, but it was impossible. I had to see Abby's face five days a week, same with Gianna. At least I hadn't seen Jeff since the nationals competition and Evelyn for a long time, but I knew that with the fifth season coming up, I wouldn't be able to have that pleasure for much longer.

With the "Shake It Off" music video out and Taylor's fifth album "1989" coming out next month, people were also freaking out about me. In a way, it was like I was now receiving the Maddie treatment, which made me wonder how they would deal with it on the show. Would it be like Maddie, or would they do something different with it?

But hey, I didn't care. I'm on a first-name basis with my freaking childhood idol and that isn't even as insane as it gets. She has been telling me about the possible debut performance of one of the songs from the new album, "Blank Space", at the American Music Awards in November, and I am possibly going to be performing there with a bunch of other dancers.

In early October, I'm also set to do an interview for Schon! magazine ― that one in London that Abby forced Maddie to talk about ― in New York, so my list of magazines also keeps on growing.

I really wondered how I could feel so lucky and unlucky at the same time.

The next time any of us spoke up was when another skater was getting into the rink. Lexi was the one to talk, nudging me on the shoulder and pointing at the girl. "That girl is a freaking prodigy." After she spoke those words, both Maddie and Sadie turned to look at her. "She's literally considered the Genevieve Turner of figure skating--"

"What?" The three of them looked at me. "Why do they--"

"I'll guess that you didn't know." Lexi continued whispering. "But your name is basically a nickname. Kind of perfection--"

"Wow, I'm supposed to be perfection?" I sarcastically thought aloud, indirectly interrupting the brunette. "That's . . . Sad."

"When someone is the best at anything, they'll basically call them the "Genevieve Turner of" and whatever it is." She explained. "And Brie down there is the Genevieve Turner of figure skating, even with a little controversy behind her."

The last comment made me raise an eyebrow as I watched the girl skate up to the middle of the rink.

The girl wore a sky-blue figure skating dress, which had long, delicate sleeves, but left her shoulders uncovered. Her black, curly hair was braided into a French braid, and it was also noticeable from a distance that whatever base they used for her makeup did not quite match her brown skin. The point was, she seemed like a nice girl, and also horribly young, so what controversy could she have?

"But what happened with her?" Maddie questioned and I turned back to look at the teenager.

"In twenty-eleven, a local newspaper revealed that she was suffering from an eating disorder," Lexi explained. "And I mean, this sport is pretty rough, so it wasn't surprising, but it was also supposed to be a private matter. While the whole thing was going down, one of her friends' mother had a really good lawyer and he got involved, so it was a pretty big thing at the time. Ash was also starting the whole skating thing back then, so I could find out about all the details." She noticed our confused looks. "That's her controversy, folks. It was big at the time, but not anymore."

"And how old is she?"

"She's ten, but turning eleven this year."

"That's . . ." I realized. "Horribly young."

Maddie sighed. "Same as you, Eves."

Even back then, I had a feeling I would find out more about Brie, "The Genevieve Turner of Figure Skating", but that wasn't the time. Those two months off from filming were all to recover. Why? Because everything I knew would be taking a whole one-eighty turn, but in a different way from what you would usually expect.