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． ˚◞♡ ⃗ ＊ೃ༄ NARRATIVE POV
As the light snow drifted down from the sky, a young girl could be seen gracefully gliding across the surface of a pond almost surrounded by a deep and tranquil forest. A young boy watched her with a love-stricken expression, wishing he could join her on the ice and possibly even gather the courage to talk to her. He watched as the cold air puffed out of her mouth in white plumes, her cheeks rosy red and a warm smile spread across her face.
As the boy walked around the ice rink, he was entranced by the beauty of the girl he saw. His black hair waving in the breeze, he quickly looked at his watch in panic and exclaimed, "Shit, I'm late!" Without a second thought, he bolted away, leaving the girl to watch curiously. She couldn't help but wonder who that strange boy was as he disappeared around the corner. "What a strange boy," she muttered while letting out a sigh. She had been waiting for the hockey league to acquire a new coach, and she had been training by herself in the meantime.
Eden was all bundled up, ready to face the new season of hockey and the cold weather of winter. Her attitude was wary, however, as she did not trust the coaches they had been assigned throughout the season. All they ever did was scream at the team and leave them after a week, without teaching them anything or helping them in any way. Suddenly, she heard a car pull up and brightened as she recognized her dear friend and teammate, Charlie. He called out to her with a warm smile on his face, and Eden couldn't help but smile back. As he finished tying his skates and got on the ice.
"How was your day?" he asked her. She gave the boy a cheeky smile, it was early in the morning and she was already in a good mood. Laughing softly she replied, "It's already 9:00 in the morning dummy, how would I know how my day went?" Charlie blushed in embarrassment, knowing that she was right, as he held his hockey stick in one hand and an extra in the other. He had an idea. "Wanna play a round of hockey?" he asked, hesitantly. Noticing Charlie's bashful expression, Eden nodded in agreement, taking the extra hockey stick from his hands.
For the next few minutes, Charlie and Eden were immersed in the game of hockey, laughing, tripping, and having an all-around good time. Although they were the only two around, they managed to make the best of the situation and have some fun before the others arrived. Amid a backdrop of the run-down recreation center, Powderhorn Park in this lower-class neighborhood serves as the spot for the unlikely ice hockey team.
With limited funding, the district has managed to form a team of Eleven boys and two girls, all within the age range of 8-12, who come together out of a shared passion for the game. Despite their similarities in this regard, the team is composed of diverse individuals, each with unique backgrounds and stories. Nevertheless, here they are, the "team" of Eleven boys and two girls, united on the frozen pond as they pursue their dreams and strive for greatness. Ill-equipped with duct tape and fake padding.
