We worked every single day on that stupid thing he didn't a frickin bit!
Let me explain. After 2 weeks of working on that petition we gave it to him. 1000 signatures. He just threw it in his recycle bin and smiled a wicked smile. Now I'm walking to his house next door of the hotel with a heavy bag of pucks. I was alone. I didn't tell Eliot or cliff about this. I grabbed a puck in my hand and threw it. I screamed of rage. How could one person be so evil? One after one. I'm sure he wasn't home because the lights were off or that devil just spent his time in the dark. With every puck I threw I got weaker. I had screamed out my soul. What was left of me without hockey? Then I felt a hand on my shoulder...
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أدب المراهقينStacy has lived hockey all her life growing up in always snowy Alaska. When she gets graduates youth high school grades 8-10 to go to the main high school team 11-12 it turns out girls arnt a loud. Not on stacys watch. After a change Stacy has new o...
