Sebastian followed her slowly, trying to keep his balance. Ice skating was very different from normally walking, as he was now learning, so he stumbled a few times on the ice. Gradually he was able to stand up straighter, and learned from watching Grace's form how to move his feet in a more controlled motion so he didn't lose his balance. She asked him where he came from now, and he looked over at her. 

"I was actually born in Argentina. I grew up in this poor town with my mother, but she died when I was little. It was okay, I guess. I had to learn how to kind of fend for myself, since there weren't really any places for me to go. I got along okay, though. Better than a lot of the other kids I knew growing up. I had to steal sometimes, but that was just what we had to do to get by. I got pretty good at it, but I always felt bad about it." Seb shrugged. He wasn't bitter about the way his life had turned out. It had been difficult, yes, but he was actually pretty lucky when he thought about it. He wasn't roped into crime or anything like that, like some of his old friends. It wasn't a great childhood, but he always kept in mind that it could have been much worse.

"Well, anyway, one day- I think it was four years ago now- I was just walking around in the neighborhood, and I saw this old TV set that a couple of guys were huddled around that was showing this report for this school. I remember it looked so pretty, I wanted to be there more than anything. I remember it really well, actually. I closed my eyes there, and I pictured the big fountain in my head, and when I opened my eyes I was here." He laughed lightly. "I freaked out, obviously. I had no idea what I just did, but after a while when I learned how to speak English the teachers here helped me a lot. Even the students were nice to me. I never really felt like I belonged back in my old town, but here, it's... I can't really explain it, but I like it."

He looked over at her now. "How about you? What was your hometown like?"