That night, Charlie and I were right about Ms. Conway giving us a lecture. The whole ride home she lectured us.

I was still worried about one thing, which was the fact that the District 5 team literally sucks. I want to tell them so badly, but I can't. How dad played was real hockey. It was real for me, but I never got to live it for him.

The next day, I was anxious to get out of school to see the game. Charlie was just anxious to play. Not only was I anxious to see the game, but I was also pretty nervous about they're playing ability and who we were going to face up against.

As usual, we had a good amount of homework to do and the day was obscenely slow. All of the District 5 team was chattering and buzzing all through the science class. When Charlie and I got to our last hour, we were bouncing in our seats to go home and get ready for the big game.

Charlie and I ran straight home where Ms. Conway and my mom we're home getting everything ready for the big game. For dinner, we have leftovers lasagna and this time the four of us scarfed down our food faster than we could say frogs on a hot plate.

Before leaving the apartment, I took a shower, so I wouldn't have to do it later and changed into comfortable but warm clothes while Charlie frantically got all his gear together. Then we swapped out for the bathroom, I changed into a black long sleeve shirt, threw on a baggy grey tee shirt, black jeans, and my red high top Converse. Before Charlie was out of the bathroom, I had already gotten my hair combed partly dry.

"Ok, let's go! Let's go! Let's go!" My mother ran into our shared room clapping her hands together, she was still wearing her work clothes since she just came from work.

The four of us ran out of the apartment and got into Ms. Conway's car with Charlie and I in the back seats.

When we arrived at the designated ice rink in District 6, Ms. Conway dropped the two of us off at the front doors.

"We'll be up in the stands behind you!" Ms. Conway waved from the driver's side.

"K, thanks, mom! Love you!" Charlie waved to his mom before we dashed inside to the locker room.

The locker room wasn't quite what I expected but what did I expect. It was a locker room. Everyone was getting dressed and ready when Coach Bombay stepped in.

"Ok, I can see we're all accounted for, so I'll be upstairs spectating from higher ground and I'll be down in the box in a while." Gordon then left without saying another word.

Charlie was putting on his gear when I noticed his skates were all tied in a knot again, so I did him a favor, "Thanks." He said from inside his sweatshirt.

"I knew your dumb butt would have a hard time getting them untied." Undoing the last knot, then I placed the skates on the floor next to him. Charlie sat down and slipped them on, lacing them with ease.

"Come on guys! Let's go!" Connie begged her teammates to get dressed faster.

"Alright! Alright! Con! We all can't get dressed as fast as you!" The blond chuckled, this boy was shorter than Connie.

"Well hurry up Guy!" She teased. Everyone started making they're way out of the locker room and into the main part of the ice rink. Charlie and I were the last to come out and step out on the ice. My very first step on the ice, I started slipping and sliding, but Charlie was there to catch me and help me hold my balance as we went inside the box.

We all congregated for a while, when I looked around the ice rink walls there were banners from past PeeWee Championship wins. All first place. Except one, in the very back corner, there was a yellow banner that said PeeWee Championship 1973, 2nd place, then I saw Ms. Conway and my mom start to make they're way over to us in the stands, so I stood up and waved. Charlie was too busy talking with Karp so I hit him on the arm to get his attention. He stood up smiling waving to our mothers before sitting back down.

Connie snaked her way through the front near the ice to come sit with me in the back row, "Hey!"

"Hey!" I smiled at her before we embraced each other.

"I'm so excited!" Connie smiled widely before we sat down.

"Same! I haven't been to a hockey game in a long time."

"Well, I know this one will be special." Connie gestured using her hands.

"Are you and Guy a thing?" I asked curiously.

"Ya, we are. He's so cute. He so short." She squeaked.

"I know! The height difference is so cute." Connie and I looked over at Guy who was talking to Jesse, Terry, and Peter when we heard skates hitting the ice.

Out heads perked up at the sound and saw our opponents hit the ice heading toward the middle of the rink with their coach trailing behind as he popped up the collar of his jacket.

"Aw, great." Connie sighed. "The Hawks."

I looked at Connie in confusion, "The Hawks? Are they good?"

Charlie eavesdropped on our conversation so he answered for Connie, "They're not good," He paused. "They're beasts."

"Well, that explains all the PeeWee Championship banners then." I gestured around the rink.

The Hawks started circling the center of the ice, chanting they're team name and hitting the ice with their sticks a few times before skating off.

They lined up in three rows of five, holding they're sticks up at their waist, counted to five doing high knees, scraped the ice, then went back the other way.

"Look at these guys," I shook my head in awe but in jealousy. The fancy black, white, and blue uniforms and gear to match them. "What are they doing? They look like soldiers doing a training routine so they can be shipped off to Vietnam or some God-forsaken desert to go to war." I scoffed.

Connie, Charlie, and I died laughing at my humorous remark that I half tipped over out of my seat, "They seriously do." Charlie wiped the happy tears from his eyes before two Hawks came over to us.

"Hiya, girls." The shorter one mocked. Karp was about to lunge at the Hawk but was being held back by Averman and Jesse. They skated away laughing before they went on to another practice drill. They skated in a circle around the goal, shooting pucks into the goal, then going around up the middle to shoot, then starting the circle over again. Coach Bombay finally came down to the box before the game started. The coach of the Hawks pumped up his team by yelling "WIN" a bunch of time pounding their sticks into the floor before jumping up from they're seats.

Coach Bombay decided that he would do the same, "Win! Win!" He repeated, some of us chanted, like me, and others sat in confusion before he stopped.

"Yeah, we're fired up." He sighed.

I leaned my head over to Connie, "Well that was depressing." I mumbled.

The Hawks then skated out on to the ice to hit their goalie's bulky leg pads for good luck, then skating off. One kid on the Hawks hit the goalie one on each leg before skating off. His jersey read "Banks 9".

I stepped down to the barrier dividing the ice from the box while standing next to Coach Bombay. When Goldberg skated over to the goal, the whole team decided to copy the same thing as The Hawks.

Rolling my eyes, I slapped my forehead, "Good grief. So original." I said sarcastically doing jazz hands.

Charlie hit Goldberg so hard, that he fell on to his face, "Nice going Spaz-way!" Goldberg tried to pick himself up from the ice.

Charlie skated back around the goal to apologize, "I'm sorry Goldberg. I didn't mean to!"

"Oh yeah sure you didn't mean to!" He replied in a sarcastic tone. Then Charlie started playfully hitting Goldberg in the helmet with his stick.

"Oop, sorry Goldberg! Didn't see you there Goldberg!" Then skated to his position while some of the other players came back in the box.

The ref blew his whistle in the middle of the ice with a puck in his hand when a Hawk approached with Jesse and Terry smushing Guy in the middle.

"What's this?" The Hawk snarked. "The Oreo line?" Jesse was about to go at him when the ref stopped him.

"HEY! THAT'S RACIST YOU JERK!" I yelled at the Hawk player who turned to look at me with a smirk before turning back to the three. His jersey read "McGill 7".

Averman started doing baseball things all of the sudden, "Humm, batter, batter, batter! Humm, batter, batter, batter! Eyyy, batter, batter, batter! Eyyy, batter, batter, batter! Swing, batter, batter, batter."

Coach Bombay and I slowly turned our head to Averman, "Averman!" I yelled. "It's hockey. Not baseball." I shook my head.

Averman turned back to the ice and did the same thing again, "Humm, goalie, goalie, goalie. Humm, goalie, goalie, goalie." Coach Bombay rolled his eyes and opened up a bottle of pain pills and downed one without water before walking off. I leaned against the wall with my face in my hands.

"Dear Lord, save me and my soul please." I groaned.

Guy was up for the first shot against McGill. The ref placed the puck down and knocked Guy right over, sailing away.

"No! I got it!" Peter tried chasing after McGill but instead fell over. McGill passed the puck to Banks. The players who did intercept only fell over and Goldberg ducked, putting his hands over his head, curling himself into a ball, letting the puck go in, sounding the siren, and making people in the crowd cheer.

"Goldberg! You're supposed to catch the puck! Not curl into a ball!" I tried to encourage the goalie with my words.

Jesse was skating back to his spot, when Banks came up behind him, "That's one!" He snarked, before knocking his loose helmet off his head. Again, Jesse wanted to go after him but got stopped by the ref.

Throwing my hands up I stared at the kid named Banks, "Seriously! Seriously dude!?"

We Will Rock You started to come over the loudspeakers. The Hawks teammates who were benched cheered, including they're coach.

"Alright Banks! Way to stop them!" He patted his back as Banks went to the back to sit, Coach Bombay just stared at them. Then The Hawks coach smiled at Coach Bombay before turning away.

Number 33, Larson, had skated towards the goal, passed it to Banks, and scored another point.

"Alright, line change. Go, go, go." Coach Bombay said unenthusiastically. Karp and Averman crawled over the wall and flopped down on the ice, Connie rolled her eyes and stepped out.

Number 8 started with the puck, then passed it to Larson, who then passed it to Banks.

McGill and number 8 pinned Connie to the glass, "Hey!" She said, squirming against their grip. Banks and Larson passed the puck back and forth before Banks, again, scored another point. The crowd chanted "WIN!".

I was rubbing my temples and getting a headache from watching the game, "This is a complete! Utter! Disaster!" I groaned again. When I looked up at the game, Banks had the puck and went around the goal, tricking Goldberg who followed him and demanded he would get back here, when Banks scored again. It was 8-0. Hawks were squashing us like bugs under they're feet.

Everyone then came back for water and regrouping, "How lazy can you be!? They're killing us out there! How many times do I have to tell you to get those rebounds! Get those loose pucks! Get your heads up! Get-get-" Coach Bombay stuttered, giving up on his speech. "Just get the hell out of here." He sighed.

Charlie then started with the puck, he drew all the Hawks with him and his teammates behind him.

"You're doing great Charlie!" I applauded Charlie. He was flying with The Hawks on his tail.

Coach Bombay's eyes widened, "This is great!" He smiled.

"It's Spaz-way! He'll screw up!" Karp said to both of us.

"Spaz-way?" My arms folded over one another.

"Yeah, like right about," Karp started saying when Charlie went to swing, only to fall on his face, sailing into the wall.

"Now." Karp finished. Coach Bombay sighed and rolled his eyes.

Charlie went to pick himself up by the glass when Banks ran himself into him, "What the heck!" I shot up from my seat with my hands in the air. "What the heck! You jerk! That's not a good sportsmanship effort!" I yelled at Banks again to my frustration.

"Nice job Charlie, maybe if keep swinging, maybe you'll give 'em a cold." Coach Bombay scoffed as Charlie stepped into the box.

On the other hand, The Hawks coach applauded Banks's action, "Eyyy, way to play it Banks!"

He came skating over to his team, skidding on the ice before taking his helmet off. The team was all hyped up. I did catch a small glimpse of this Banks kid. Dirty blond. Piercing blue eyes.

"Hey, be quiet!" The Hawks coach yelled. "Now we should have twice as many points by now, but we don't. Remember it's not worth winning if you can't win big!" The team chanted their slogan before cheering and skating back out on the ice.

"This is terrible." I'm mumbled as three Hawks players skated for the goal.

"Aw, come on!" Goldberg snapped his head from side to side, then crouching down letting the puck go into the goal again.

"Come on Goldberg! Stop curling up into a ball!" I shouted at the goalie who struggled to pick himself up. Coach Bombay took out another pain pill and popped it in his mouth, "Can I have one?" I asked pleadingly rubbing my head with my one free hand.

"No, your too young to be getting headaches." He shook his finger at me, then put the pill bottle back in his coat.

The next play was worse, Goldberg just moved aside to let The Hawks score, "Here just take it!" He opened his arms to the goal. It was 17-0.

"I'm so embarrassed." Connie rubbed her forehead from on the bench.

"We need a new goalie," Averman added.

I scoffed and rubbed my temples, "Ya, and I need a therapist." I said in my sarcastic tone.

Then Hawks all came back over to they're coach for another pep talk, "Hey hey! Quiet! That was a lousy 3rd period, anybody could beat these pansies," I glanced over at the team again, scoffing, and rolling my eyes. "I want you to stay hungry out there!" The coach paused to look at his "hot shot" player, Banks. "Hey nice goin' Banks," He patted his shoulder. "New Hawks record. Now get out there!" He clapped his hands together.

Everyone on the team started arguing, it was a madhouse in the benches, "Hey Gordon!" The Hawks coach smiled, getting the attention of Coach Bombay. "Nice game! I enjoyed it thoroughly." He gave two thumbs up and popped the collar of his jacket again.

Coach turned back to his arguing team, "Shut it!" I yelled at the team who went from 100 to 0 real quick.

"Thank you." Coach Bombay let out a deep exhale. "You guys stink!" He scowled. "I thought we were here to play hockey!"

Peter snapped his fingers, "Aw darn, I knew were forgetting something." He said in a sarcastic voice. Everyone laughed, while I went over to a wall and started lightly banging my head against it.

"You think this is funny? You think losing is funny?" Coach folded his arms together.

"Well, not at first but when you get used to it," Averman replied.

"Yea, we're the ones getting our butts handed to," Jesse responded.

"Yea, it's not like you coach us," Terry added. Then everyone said "yeah" in agreement.

I walked back over next to Coach with my arms folded, I wanted to put it in the nicest way possible, "You guys didn't even try." My voice was soft but inside I wanted to do a full rage yelling at them.

"Yea, says you! The a girl who doesn't play hockey and only got here two days ago!" Jesse stabbed.

"Hey! Stop it! She's only trying to help!" Connie defended me, scowling a Jesse.

"Come on Jesse, its not nice," Charlie whispered to Jesse.

"I say put your heads up, you put them down! I say go faster, you go slower! Why the hell won't you all just listen to me!?" Gordon scolded the team.

Jesse stood up, "Why the hell should we?" He snapped, then walked back on to the ice.

"If you wanna lose, fine. Go ahead." Coach shooed everyone's back on to the ice, he leaned against the wall with his arms.

"It's ok, Coach. They'll come around soon."

Coach Bombay turned and lifted his head, looking at me, "How come you don't play?"

I was caught off guard by his question so I went back to watching the game, trying to avoid his question, but Coach stepped out of the box and stopped dead in his tracks on the ice, "Hans?" I heard him whisper. I looked up to where he was looking at, an older bigger man with white hair and a green coat turned away. Coach Bombay then followed him outside. When the game was over, The Hawks had beaten us 22-0. Everyone on the team was crushed and depressed, I tried to motivate and make others positive, but they kept pushing me away except Connie and Charlie, who thanked me for trying to motivate them. When all the Hawks players gathered together in the box, they were doing a victory cheer, before going to the locker room, skating past us.

The last three Hawks to pass us were "The Three Stooges", McGill, Larson, and Banks who lowly chuckled. McGill threw me a dirty wink, I scowled at him and almost flipped him off, before they cackled like hens before leaving the ice.

I was the last one in the box, almost every time I was near ice I would get memories of my dad. This time it was worse, right after Coach Bombay asked why I didn't play, memories of my dad came up in my head. His smile, his bulky hockey gear, the smell of his bulky hockey gear after playing outside in the snow, which grossed me out but I missed oddly, and his lucky sticks which mom used to keep in her closet in the corner.

If District 5 wants to make it to the playoffs, then they would have to get their shit together real quickly before The Hawks would squash us again.

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