He said NEVER, never would I play pro. He said DON'T, don't even try. He said STOP and he watched me go.
With each movement I heard his demanding voice, 'Don't try Joey your going to die in the end.' I don't care If I die, I just want to play and be a kid. The skate fit me perfectly almost as if they new I was coming.
I balanced my self perfectly even with out the pads and blocker I was a goalie.
"Hey you we need a Goalie, want to play?" The boy asked.
"Me?" I asked looking around. There was no one else they must be talking to me, "Okay."
I looked over at the benches and noticed a scary man, must be the coach. He yelled at me telling me to go. Little did he now I was not a goalie but a sick boy.
With each puck the came and hits me I slowly back into the net until the buzzer stopped and every one came over.
"You did it kid! We won with a shout out!" The coach screamed cheering in victory.
My cheep phone buzzed in my pocket. I answered it recognizing the voice.
'Were are you Joey?' Dad yelled into the phone.
'Look on TV Daddy.'
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☠The Goalie☠
Short StoryThis boy no older then Ten, normal boy other then cancer. Cancer stopped him from being who he was, a goalie. All his life he was told he was never going to be a goalie. Until One Day after the Doctor left he got went outside a picked up and hockey...
