Thursday, September 18, 2008
Chapter 3.
“All right. Welcome to your first ice hockey practice. Now, some of you may join this thinking it’ll score you some points with the girls, but if you’re not serious about it, trust me, you’ll be worse off than when you started.”
Oh man what have I gotten myself into? Charles thought. He was considering slipping off the ice and giving up Sequoia but then the coach called him.
“Hey you there. At the end. Get out here. …… take this, and get into the goal.” The coach thrust a hockey stick into his hands and pushed him off.
“Don’t I get any…protective gear?”
“Nah not during practices. We don’t have the time to clean all the puke, saliva, tears and occasionally blood off it.”
Two hours later…
“Good job, Ducharme.” The coach grinned at him and slapped him on the back. He stumbled and almost cried out. His whole body was so bruised that every move he made hurt. Even the slightest breeze on his skin made him wince. As he dragged himself out of the rink, he saw Sequoia standing at the doors in her figure skating outfit.
“I told you, don’t get hurt.” She
“Oops. Sorreee.” She walked off laughing as he stood there trying not to cry.