"Depression,depression,screw the frickin coach." I sang as I threw a hockey puck in air and caught it again and again.
"Stace". Snowy said." You have a visitor." Eliot walked in and I smiled. Snowy left and he sat at the end of my bed
"Nice song," he said. I laughed. Eliot could always make me do that. Henry however had been gone since that night. I had seen a moving van and some guys enter his room but I couldn't think he would leave without saying goodbye. Would he?
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Teen FictionStacy 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...
