Through His Eyes

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I was skating on the ice since I was 3. It's been hard to get all the school work in with me playing hockey. Thank god for my parents.
**********5 years later***************
I barely get to see my parents anymore. I walk into the hotel room me and Toews were sharing. "Hey bro" I say. "Hey man" He says not looking up from his phone. "Who are you texting. This late..." I say confused. "Britt" he says smiling. "Wow. Your still attached to her" I say. "Dude...you----" he gets cut off as Andrew and Corey race in. "What are you doing here" Jonathan yells at them. "He stole my phone!" Corey yelled, his eyes stoned. "It's your fault for leaving it on the table!" Andrew yelled back. The door flung open. Coach walked in. With his pajamas on... "What's with all the yelling?" He asked us. "Andrew stole my---" Andrew gave the phone back and walked out. "S--I'll fix it coach." Andrew said walking out. "I'll fix it coach" corey said with wandering eyes leaving. Coach shut the door without a word.

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