𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 | 𝟏# 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

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LOGAN
~Glimpse of Us by Joli

I put my skates on the ice and slid onto the ice to the cheering shouts of people. It was new to be in a game again. The exercises I presented at the time were great, the more I hope to win.

I need to focus on myself now and get Brook out of my mind. She was the person who helped me play. Sometimes she wasn't there, and yet I thought about her in such a way that it helped me to concentrate in a good way. Now she isn't here anymore and probably won't come to any of my games, but still I'm gonna use her as a kind of anchor to play well. It would help me at such a time.

The loudspeaker's voice drowned out and entertained the person who was coming. All seats are occupied, as are the entrances and stairs because there was no more space to sit down. With Gunnar, we passed the puck to each other and practiced a bit. Couch Jacobson calls us in a loud voice together.

Each of the teams goes to him, and together we make a half circle. "A game after weeks. We practiced enough to finish them and to win. So don't disappoint me." With a loud yell and hand-team handshake in the middle, we split up onto the ice into our positions.

The other team was in front of us. Across from me, the captain was ready to take me off the ice. I grinned at his toil that will arise, I have a good feeling about the game.

The referee whistled, and a fight ensued between me and the person across from me. I was able to let that little fight win for me when I passed the puck to one of the Hawkins twins.

He moved through opponents very quickly, and nimbly he passed the puck. I skate quickly to the goal, without expecting it, the puck was passed to me and I quickly hit it into the goal. All my team members jumped at me and celebrated the first point.

Minute after minute and hit after hit. It went well for us. We were ahead and the last few minutes are pending. It won't be long before the loud noise rings out to give us the signal for the last 10 seconds, we carry on as if we had a draw.

I hit one of the guys in the shoulder, causing him to lose his balance on the ice. We've had a lot of fights on that ice, but they think those little punches are going to help him with something.

The boy I knocked on the ice followed me with another one. At the same moment, I got the puck to me, because I take my hockey stick away in front of me, and in the last shot before the two get me, I hit it in.

I fell on the ice as the one guy I bumped into took me down. Fane came to my aid and shot him with his entire body off of me. I got up and punched the other. I removed my glove and then hit hard with my fist in his face because his helmet fell off. The timer ran up, but the fight between our teams didn't.

Then someone came to separate us. The guy I punched had a running bloody nose, he got me on the lip which cause the blood to taste in my mouth. I watch him getting up and looking at me, as I grin. We both know who the better one is. The losing team went off the ice. Some of us also left to the locker room, when I was the last one. It got loud in the changing room.