A Tale of Two Skates

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Prologue

            I stood at the centre of the ice, the sweat pooling on my forehead, the cold penetrating my skin. I pushed off, skating down the ice, feeling the air blow through my hair, my feet speeding up, going faster and faster as I tore down the ice. I was in my own world; everything was blocked out, only the sound of my skates carving into the ice entering my ears. I could feel my heart pumping out of my chest, my arms and legs moving to their own rhythm.

            “HEY!” A sharp yell interrupted me. I turned to see a tall and muscular guy stepping out onto the ice, a hockey stick in one hand, a bucket of pucks in the other. “What are you doing out here?!” He demanded, his face looking angry. I was about to tell him off when I caught my toe pick, crashing straight into the boards. 

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