Shooting Star

Chapter 15

It was finally the last day of school before winter break. Unfortunately, I had to stay behind after school to complete yet another detention. It was my third one this month.

Two more this school year and I'll get suspended. Yippee skippee.

Luckily for me, there was no dance over the holidays, just hockey. We'd done really well at the last three dance competitions, taking home almost every single trophy in the intermediate, senior, and junior categories. We lost out a little on the part-time and the mini divisions, but hey, they're just beginner competitors, so we can't really blame for them. I thought they did an awesome job at their first competitions ever, though.

We even won the 1st overall award for the Extended Line. Since it was our first year doing extended line, it was a huge accomplishment and we were all really proud of ourselves.

I wish that Janelle would stop being mad at me though, it really threw me off my concentration when we had a jazz duet together and she would act all nice and polite to me, and then afterwards go back to being stone-cold again. It was getting ridiculously old.

Aly-G told me recently that Janelle had stopped talking to her and Natalie at school because they would still chat with me during dance.

This was just getting WAY out of hand.

I slipped into detention, handed my slip to the teacher at the front of the room, and made my way to a desk.

"Miller?" I heard a few guys hiss.

I turned around and raised my eyebrows. "What?" I whispered.

"You're in detention?" one of the guys asked. "I never thought I'd see you here."

I rolled my eyes and turned back around.

They're so annoying, I thought angrily. Just because a star hockey player never got detention doesn't mean there can't be a first time. Besides, this is my third time in here.

The clock seemed to pass by ever so slowly. I slid my cell phone out and texted Kylie: i'm in detention again :( tell Coach I'll b late. btw don't reply to this. thanx. bree.

I hit send and slipped it back into my bag.

1 hour later...

"Mr. Walker," A boy whined. "It's after 5. Can we please go?"

Mr. Walker shook his head. "This is a special detention. You can't leave until the school closes."

My heart sank. It was indeed after 5. Practice would be over in 15 minutes.

"Mr. Walker," I said, raising my hand. "I have hockey practice. Could I please be excused?"

"Miller?" Mr. Walker asked, astonished.

"Yeah," I said quietly. "And Coach Hiller hates anyone holding back her players."

Mr. Walker flinched. "Miller, go. But try not to land here again."

"Thank you," I said and dashed out the door.

I heard one of the boys whine, "Why can't we go too?"

But by the time the bus dropped me off to the arena and I got inside, my teammates were coming off the ice and into the changeroom.

"Miller, where were you?" Coach Hiller demanded.

"Detention," I said meekly.

"Detention doesn't last for two hours!" Coach Hiller roared.

"This 'special' detention does," I insisted. "Mr. Walker said that we weren't allowed to leave 'til the school was about to close."

"Walker, eh?" Coach raised her eyebrows.