Josh's POV
AUTHORS NOTE:
Brooke, Brandon, and Nick are 17. Josh is 16. Chloe, Maddie and Paige are 15.
"Josh! You have hockey practice in 10 minutes, get your butt down here!" My dad hollers up the stairs to my room.
I simply moan in reply. I'm just laying here in my room, tossing my championship baseball up in the air, and catching it.
"Joshua Dale Hyland!" My father yells. I sigh and slip my jersey on,
"Coming!" I reply. "I just have to get ready!"
I find my shoes, and my hockey bag. I open it up and nearly faint. I forgot to air it out after practice last week and it's been closed up all weekend. Disgusting.
When I finally get downstairs I realize I forgot deodorant, which is definitely not going to be pleasant later, but it's too late now.
"Josh, you've never missed a practice. Even when you had swine flu. I can remember a time when you would skate off the ice to puke and then come back on a minute later. What's gotten into you?"
I shrug. "I have a lot on my mind, Dad." I reply.
"Josh." My dad responds. I swallow, waiting for him to guess my problem. "Your voice is changing, isn't it?" He asks.
I feel my face redden, "No - well- it already did - never mind."
"Shaving?"
"NOOooo!" I protest, embarassed, "It's just girl problems. Can we... not talk about it?" I plead.
I'm relieved when we arrive at the rink. No one involved in my drama will be there, just me and the guys.
