As I went where the closet was, I was struggling on what to wear. I finally found out what to wear.
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If you don't like it then you pick what you want <3.
I was so tired because of what Coach made us do last night. I'm pretty sure everyone was tired.
We made it to class and I sat next to Charlie. Next thing I know I fell asleep. "Amber? Amber." Ms. MacKay shakes me gently. "Huh?" I slowly open my eyes. "You fell asleep again" she said. "Sorry." She nods and goes back to teaching. I feel myself closing my eyes so I quickly open them. I couldn't help it so I fell back asleep. Ms. MacKay looks at me and sighs. "Let her sleep, she had a long night last night." Charlie defends. "Why? What happened?" She asks concerned. "Well, Coach made all of us stay after our game because we lost, so he made us do 40 sprints but he made Amber do 70." Charlie says. "Oh my. Okay well I'll let you guys sleep, especially Amber." Ms. MacKay smiles. Charlie rubs my back. After about an hour or two, I wake up and see everyone sleeping so I sit up and play with the end of my hair. After 20 minutes of complete silence, everyone starts to wake up. FINALLY! "Hi Charlie." I smile.
Dean says we have to work out for our game tonight. So we did.
"And hold, two, three-" Dean leads us in stretches.
"Coach isn't here, why do we have to be?" Connie says.
"We have a game tonight, we have to work out." Dean defends.
"I say mutiny, who's with me?" Goldberg says exhausted.
"Goldberg! I'm too tired to mutiny." Dwayne says.
"Come one, guys, it's not like we couldn't use the conditioning." Julie defends.
"Yeah stop acting like fucking babies." I also defend.
"Nice job, princess." Dean smirks.
"She's not your *princess*" Adam stands up.
"Don't tell me how to talk, rich boy" Dean pushes Adam.
"Hey, you want a piece of this?" Everyone starts arguing.
We get interrupted by the guy we saw at our first game.
"Yo, team U.S.A., what are you gonna do today, a million jumping jacks?" He says.
"This kids crazier them me. Forget about him. LOOK, FULTON!" Dean goes back to pushing him.
"Hey, man, I'm getting sick of you!" Jesse defends.
"And I'm gettin' sick of seeing the U.S.A. Represented by a bunch of whining babies." He reply's.
"Too bad you can't back up that mouth." Jesse says.
"Man, me and my boys can take you out anytime, anywhere." He starts walking towards us.
"I don't see no *boys*" Jesse says, annoyed.
"I got 'em waitin', grab your gear and let's go play some school yard puck, or maybe you forgot what it's like to play for real pride. Come on, it's not too far you little wimps." He suggest but it sorta sounds like he's demanding.
"Should we go?" I suggest.
"I mean, yeah." Charlie shrugs.
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"My little brother Russ here has been telling me that you guys have been chokin' big time." Russ's big brother says.
"Well your brothers got a big mouth." Jesse spats.
They give us the death stare. It was kinda creepy.
Russ's big brother turns to Russ "he does, doesn't he?"
Russ smiles.
We all sigh of relief.
"Anyway, we thought we'd call you all to see what you got." He says.
"We know you can talk to the press and sign autographs and stuff." Russ says.
"We can do more than that." Luis says quickly.
"Yeah? We can teach you to play like the real team U.S.A." His brother reply's.
"What would you know about it?" Dean asks.
His big brother turns to his friends and smirks.
I look at Charlie, and he looks down at me.
We play for about hours.
Ken Wu scores and celebrates.
"Aw, you done messed up now! Come here, I'm gonna get you! Come here. Come here! Come here, junior! Come here! No. I'm just messin' with you, okay. Listen, when a guy come at you like i just did, you do this: stick, gloves... and shirt. Okay?" He plays with Kenny.
"Yeah, okay. My turn. Stick, gloves, shirt. All right?" Kenny says happy.
"All right." He says back.
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After we play, we say bye than go into the bus.
We make it to our game but we don't see Coach. I'm not surprised.
I was talking with Adam and Charlie.
"Hey, team! Hey, team. We're gonna be great today, right? Where's Gordon?" Don Tibbles asks.
"You tell us." Luis says annoyed.
"I don't believe this." Don shakes his head.
"Team U.S.A. I'm sorry, but without a coach behind the bench, you'll forfeit the game." The ref says.
"But you can't do that!" Adam says, annoyed.
"We have one. Miss MacKay!" He skates to her.
"Hey, Charlie! What's up?" She says.
"You have to pretend you're a Coach or we forfeit the game." Charlie suggest.
"Where's coach Bombay?" She asks.
"Pretend or we're out of the tournament." He smiles awkwardly.
"But I don't know anything about coaching." She shakes her head.
The ref skates up to them. Charlie looks at him. "Here she is, our coach; Coach MacKay." Charlie says.
"Yeah!" We all say.
"What are you waitin' for, ice to freeze? Least play!" She smiles.
