Mr Player, I'm Going To Beat You At Your Own Game

Chapter 5

Hey guys! 

So at the start of this chapter I wasn't really feelin' it. I kind of tried to push it away until it became necessary and had to be done. Further on in the chapter I started getting more into it :) 

Anyways I'll let you get onto reading. Hope you like this chapter. :) 

Not Edited. 

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~Savannah's POV~  

Arriving home with 20 minutes to spare I parked my bike just meters from the front door. Kicking out its stand I walked up to the door, reaching into my back pocket and retrieved my keys, and unlocked it. 

I headed straight to my room and walked to my closet. 

"Now, where did I put you?" I murmured to myself as my eyes scanned my closet. 

"THERE!" I yelled when I noticed my sky-blue hockey bag leaning up against the back wall almost hidden from view by an abundant of shoes... I love shoes. 

Walking over I unzipped the top of the bag, making sure my sparkly gold Mazon hockey stick was in there before checking the side pockets for the other things I needed.  

"Mouth guard- check, shin guards- check, inners- check, shoes and socks- check" I mumbled with a satisfied smile. Thank god everything was there otherwise I would be going crazy trying to find where everything was. 

Looking to my left I picked up a black tank-top that had a cute little panda bear on it and a cute pair of green short shorts that were the most comfortable pair of shorts that I have ever worn in my life. I quickly changed into the clothes and grabbed the hockey bag and placed in onto my bed before heading into the bathroom. 

I grabbed a hair-tie and headband from the counter top next to the sink and quickly tied up my hair and held my hair back with the headband. 

I walked back over to my bed and picked up my hockey bag, fixing its long strap until it was comfortable on my shoulder, and headed back downstairs.  

"Matthew" I yelled and frowned when voice bounced off the walls. 

I hated living in such a big house with just my mum, dad and Matthew. It made me feel so small and alone. Especially when mum and dad weren't home and Matthew was out. 

"Miss Munroe, is everything okay? I heard you yell..." Matthew trailed off as he came to stand in front of me. 

I smiled at him sheepishly. 

"Sorry Matty, I was just wondering if you could put my bike into the garage after I leave. I'm heading back to school to try out for the hockey team" I ended with a large smile.  

Matthew knew how much I loved playing hockey. He was always on the sidelines cheering me on when my parents couldn't make it... which was all the time. 

"Of course Miss Munroe" He replied with a small smile on his face. 

I rolled my eyes.  

You see, Matthew worked as my nanny since the day I was born and when I hit the big 1-6 just a year ago my parents asked him just to look over me. He kind of acted like a babysitter and butler wrapped into one. 

"Matthew, you've been working here for 17 years. Why don't you ever call me Savannah or Savie?" I asked a small frown on my face. I always seem to be asking Matthew to call me by my name but he always ignores me and calls me 'Miss Munroe' 

"This is my job, Miss Munroe, it wouldn't feel right." He replied sheepishly. 

"I consider you family, Matty boy, you've always been there for me when my parents couldn't be. I don't know why I'd do without you." I felt my throat tighten. I wouldn't want to imagine my life without Matthew.