enchanted | a. banks

07

our first game as the ducks, we're playing the cardinals. this should be interesting.

and they start with, throwing footballs?

gordon knows i like to warm up for games on my own, i have my own ritual i do, i cant stop it for any game, so im on the end of the rink towards the blue line, working in my edge work, doing my strides, and working on my handles.

"what the hell are they doing?" i hear from my right as i look over to see two boys staring at us, i wink at the one with his helmet up who blushes.

"every time you get the puck, you're the quarterback. make eye contact with the receiver. talk to him, let him know it's comin'. come on, guys. this isn't a library. talk to each other.

"what a weird-ass team."

our of the corner of my eye as i finish up my routine, i see gordon throw a bucket of pucks on the ice in front of fulton.

he starts slapping them hard into the goal, only a few make it in, the others bouncing all over the place.

as im close to the other team, i hear, "wow!"

"impressive, right, boys?" the same boy i winked at earlier smiled at me.

i turn around so he can't see my face and mutter, "idiot."

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"alright, let's forget the past. we lost a few games, tough! that was district five. now we're the ducks."

"yeah."

"and the ducks... are undefeated."

"alright! yeah!"

"quack. quack. quack..."

"quack!
quack!
quack!
quack!
quack!
quack!"

"go, ducks!"

the puck gets passes around by the cardinals, as the ducks steal it, the 'oreo line' as they say, jesse shoots it, and scores.

2-1. cardinals, but not for long.

"yes! the oreo line!"

"goallllll!" quinn cheers, jumping up with her teammates, as she smiles and congratulates them.

"hey, hothead, you're name can no longer be hothead." averman yells over the chants as they quiet down.

quinn frowns, "huh? why not!" she quite likes the name.

"i haven't seen you tackle someone in a while, you're getting soft, loosing your edge." he shrugs his shoulders hoping to tick her off.

"excuse me? i am not! i dont loose edges!" everyone laughs, "i'll show you, averman!"

she jumps over the wall and skates out onto the ice as they change lines.

the puck is in cardinals possession, but now, quinn is a little worked up, she bumps the boy with her shoulder, tossing him into the wall as she steals the puck, skating quickly to the other side, the ducks and cardinals too slow, are all behind her as she fakes backhand and pulls it to shoot and...

"goallll!!!"

her whole team cheers, skating up to tackle her on the ice.

"way to take it, hothead!" averman slaps her on the back and she grins widely as the whole room chants her nickname.

2-2.

cardinals have the puck again, but karp takes a puck to the face.

immediately, quinn checks the boy so hard he falls hard on his side.