The Coach's Daughter

Chapter 1

Date Written: Tuesday, October 26, 2021

Intro:

I'm Y/n Bombay. I'm 11 and I love hockey. My team absolutely sucks at it, but we manage to have fun anyway, even when half of us can't skate and we never won a game. We normally fool around on a frozen pond in the park, but right now that's not what some of us are doing.

1st POV:

A few friends and I were waiting around a dumpster. One of my friends, Dave Karp, was digging through the dumpster looking for a purse we can use for a prank.

"I found one! I'm coming out." Karp yells before coming out of the dumpster.

"Karp, you finally found something for once in your life. Dumpster Dave comes through." Les Averman jokes.

"What do you think?" Karp asks as we help him out.

"Lovely, Karp, it goes with your eyes." Averman keeps joking.

"You gonna take that from him, Karp?" Peter asks.

"Remind me to bust you, Averman." Karp says.

"Karp, sorry to say but you couldn't take Averman. You're not a fighter." I say apologetically.

Averman and Peter laugh as Karp just glares at me.

Another friend of mine, my best friend, Charlie Conway comes running down the alley.

"Did you get it?" I ask him and he comes to a stop.

"Yeah! Right here." Charlie says.

We cheer and call for Petie, which is a stray dog.

"Here Petie. Here boy." We call. Petie comes and we set a now open can of beans on the ground for him.

He eats it and we follow him.

Eventually he stop walking, sniffs and goes to the bathroom.

"Full load." Averman says as he is holding a purse now full with fresh dog poop in it.

He sets in down near the street.

"Come on, come on, give me the dollar." Averman says to Peter.

"I'm hurryin'. Here." Peter hands him the dollar. Averman puts it in the purse but leaving enough sticking out so someone driving by can see it.

We quickly go and hide behind a parked car. Eventually a car comes by. It stops and back up until it comes to the purse. A guy get out and crouches down to the purse. He looks around before taking it and going back in his car.

"He's takin' off with it. This guy deserves what he gets." Karp says. I can't help but agree.

Suddenly tires screech to stop and the guy yells and throws the purse out the window. He looks back when he hears us laughing. He gets out and starts chasing us. We cut through an alley going through bug tubes and ramps and over fences. We eventually lose him. We come to where we stashed all of our hockey stuff. Which in reality wasn't much. All we had were our skates, sticks, and some makeshift pads made out of magazines and pillow stuffing.

We run to the frozen over pond and pull our skates on.

We attempt to practice. Greg Goldberg, our goalie, is complaining about getting hit. We try to play but half of us are falling over and slipping. We end up creating a huddle of fallen over bodies. Eventually we all get up.

"There's no need for this. Let's talk, come on. I'm your friend aren't I?" Goldberg complains some more.

"Come on, Goldberg, at least try to stop it. I'm tired of chasing the puck." I tell him as I shoot pucks into the net as he tries and stop them from hitting him, not caring they are going in the net.