TMD:We Are The Champions

Chapter 9

I sat on the picnic table in between Connie and Julie as Coach started talking.

"I've had a lot of distractions since I've been here in L.A. This is a distraction." He said motioning to a cardboard picture of him endorsing Hendrix.

"This is a fire in a barrel." He said pointing to a barrel and lighting a match and throwing it in the barrel. Connie and I both looked at each other confused as Coach continued on.

"This is a distraction in a fire in a barrel." He said putting the cardboard in the fire. He turned to us and asked.

"Any questions?" We all started clapping and cheering for him as he smiled.

"Now who's ready for practice?"

"I am!" We all yelled getting to practice.

The next few days were rough that was for sure. Any free time we had we were practicing. And we were learning the basics all over again. We went over weak plays we had in the past, we watched our game against Iceland and studied their moves. We tried to teach Luis how to stop, but that was still a work in progress. We would go to the gym at least two hours everyday and even though it was hard we were doing in the fun way, the Duck way.

I was sitting in the hotel's fun room where everyone else was. We were watching an intense game of air hockey, The Bash Brothers verses Goldberg and Averman. I cheered as Portman scored again and I quickly glanced over at Adam. He was holding his right arm the one that had been hurt in the Iceland game. Something was seriously wrong with it, yet Adam being Adam kept quiet about it. Sighing I knew what I had to do.

"Hey guys I'll be back in a second." Everyone nodded still looking at the game and I knew I was lucky if anyone heard me. I walked up to my room and grabbed my hockey gear; I quick wrote a note and set it down on my pillow.

I'm at the rink practicing.

I had about an hour and a half to practice starts. I made my way down to the lobby and slowly snuck out of it. Coach told the hotel staff to not let us out alone and we had to have a valid reason to leave, but I got out just fine. I walked to the bus stop and soon enough I was outside the ice rink. Walking through it I saw a lone figure on the ice practicing, he turned my way and I quickly hid behind a pillar. Coach would be mad to find me here but I have to talk to him. I snuck to the locker room and changed into my hockey gear and made my way out to the ice.

Coach didn't notice me as he shot pucks into the net.

"Hey Coach." I said and he quickly turned around and raised an eyebrow at me.

"Su what are you doing here? And where's everyone else?" He asked looking past me hoping to see the rest of the team. I looked down and then back up at him.

"I'm here alone."

"How did you get out of the hotel, I told them to watch out for you." I shrugged and responded.

"Well I guess there not doing a great job, but Coach I'm here because I need to talk to you." I said seriously and he caught onto it immediately. He nodded and I continued on.

"It's about…Adam." Coach raised an eyebrow and asked.

"What about Adam?" I sighed and thought about how mad Adam will be when he figures all of this out. But I would rather have him furious at me then him hurting himself even further by being stupid.

"Remember our Iceland game and how that goon hit him with his stick?" I asked as we started skating around the rink. Coach thought about it for a second and nodded.

"Well I think his arm is damaged."

"Su I find that hard to believe, he would have told us."

"Really?" I asked stopping and turning towards Coach.