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The soft glow of early morning filtered through Juliet Anderson's bedroom window as she stirred awake, blinking away the remnants of sleep.

She stretched, glancing at the clock—it was still early, but not too early for a morning at the rink.

Excitement buzzed in her as she sat up, brushing a few strands of hair from her face.

Today was another day of hockey at Powderhorn Park, and there was no way she'd be late.

Quietly, she slipped out of bed, careful not to make too much noise, and tiptoed to her mirror.

She quickly brushed her pin straight  hair, she decided to just leave it down , then pulled on a long-sleeve thermal shirt, followed by her favorite hoodie.

Her hockey socks and leggings completed the look—practical and warm enough for the chilly rink.

Once she was ready, Juliet crept out of her room and made her way to Noah's door.

She cracked it open slightly, peeking inside.

Noah was still fast asleep, his face buried in his pillow, one arm wrapped tightly around his hockey stick like it was a stuffed animal.

"Psst... " she said pushing her brother slightly

"Noah. Noah, wake up!" Juliet whispered urgently, but there was no response.

She rolled her eyes, stepping into the room. "Noah!" she hissed again, but her brother was dead to the world, not moving an inch.

Juliet sighed, grinning mischievously. If words wouldn't do the trick, she knew exactly what would.

She climbed onto his bed, standing beside him for a moment before bouncing up and down.

Noah shot up, eyes wide, his hockey stick flailing in the air as if he was fighting off an invisible attacker. "Wha—what's going on?!" he sputtered. "Guys it's an earthquake !"

Juliet ducked as the stick swayed around wildly. "Noah! There is no guys ? It's just me!" she said, laughing. "Put that thing down before you knock something over!"

Still groggy, Noah squinted at her, confused. "Jules? What do you want?"

Juliet crossed her arms, trying to look serious but barely containing her amusement. "You better be joking right now. We're meeting everyone at Powderhorn in 20 minutes!"

Noah blinked, his confusion quickly turning into panic as her words sank in. "Wait—what? Twenty minutes?!"

Juliet nodded, already bouncing off his bed. "Yup. Get moving, or I'm leaving without you!"

Noah scrambled out of bed, tossing aside his hockey stick as he rushed to get dressed, pulling on layers of gear in record time.

Downstairs, the two siblings hurried into the kitchen, where they each poured bowls of cereal, eating quickly between hurried glances at the clock.

Juliet crunched through her cereal with the same intensity she had on the ice, while Noah shoveled spoonfuls into his mouth, barely tasting a thing.

As they sat at the kitchen table, their mom, Emma, came down the stairs, still half-asleep, wearing her fuzzy robe and slippers. "What's the rush this morning?" she asked, stifling a yawn as she poured herself a cup of coffee.

Juliet, her mouth half-full of cereal, swallowed quickly. "We gotta go, Mom! We're meeting everyone at Powderhorn in, like, ten minutes!"

Emma smiled, shaking her head at the whirlwind her kids had created. "You two never stop, do you?"

Noah wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, grinning. "It's hockey, Mom. You know we can't miss it."

As they finished their breakfast, Juliet and Noah grabbed their gear by the door, tossing their bags over their shoulders.

Before heading out, they both rushed over to Emma, giving her quick kisses on the cheek.

"Love you, Mom!" Juliet called over her shoulder.

"See you later!" Noah added, already halfway out the door.

Emma smiled as she watched her kids race off to the rink, shaking her head. "Don't be late for lunch!" she called after them, though she knew they probably didn't hear her as the door slammed shut behind them.