My Hockey Boy

Chapter 1

Haley's POV

The morning light filled my room and all too soon did I hear my mother's footsteps entering my room.

"Haley, it's time for school. C'mon get up." My mom jostled my shoulder.

"I'm not feeling good. Tell them I'm not coming." I mumbled, pulling the comforter further over my head.

"If you're not up in 5 minutes, I'll run the hot water so you have nothing but an ice shower." My mom said, knowing how I'd react to a cold water shower.

"Fine." I grumbled, shoving off the comforter.

She left my room as I hauled my tired body from bed and walked to my dresser to pick out clothes to wear for the day. I settled on a pair of denim ripped jeans, a grey sweater, and a pair of converse. I then made my way to the bathroom and turned on the water. Slowly, I stepped in, embracing the warm water that instantly woke me up as I grabbed my shampoo to start washing my hair.

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After my shower, I added my normal amount of makeup and put on my outfit I had chosen to wear today. I brushed my hair before pulling it into a simple pony tail. Finally, I slipped on my converse and grabbed my book bag before heading downstairs.

"Do you want breakfast, hun?" My mom asked.

I shook my head, "I'm good. I'll just eat during lunch." I grabbed my keys from the hook on the wall before walking out the door.

I pushed my key into the lock of my car. It was my dad's old Camaro and I loved it. The engine revved loudly as I turned the key in the ignition, the car beginning to move in reverse.

"Well off to another day of hell." I muttered to myself, setting my music to shuffle in an attempt to relax me.

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My eyes scanned the outside of my school as I pushed the sunglasses onto my face. I hated this place. I hated the people here. Students, teachers, all of them. They made my life a living hell and I was so glad this was my last year. Next year, I never had to see any of them ever again.

The bell rang as I hurried along from my locker to my first class.

"Alright class I expect that essay in by Friday." My nasally voiced teacher, Ms. Dean, exclaimed by the end of the class.

"Oh, Haley." My head snapped around to see my teacher.

"Yes?" I asked, annoyance clear in my voice.

"I absolutely loved your piece on Shakespeare it was absolutely fantastic. Above a college level I'd say. Would you mind if I kept It as an example for next year?"

I rolled my eyes, shrugging my shoulders, "I guess."

"Great! Well enjoy your lunch!" I gave a fake smile and walked out of the English room, making my way to the cafeteria.

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After I found the brown bag that held my normal lunch, which consisted of a sandwich, apple, and water, I took my usual spot outside the cafeteria under a large tree. I pulled out one of my most favorite books of all time and started to read while beginning to eat my lunch.

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Charlie's POV

"Charlie, we sitting at our normal space?" One of my team mates and friends, Wes, asked me.

"Yeah. I'll be over in a sec. I'm just gonna go grab a water." I replied, heading towards the drink cooler.

After I got my drink, I headed toward the table where all the athletes always sat. Of course, I would sit there, hell I'm the star of the hockey team. At other schools, football or lacrosse might be the top sports, but here it was hockey and that means I was top of the class.