Boston or Bust

Chapter 1

             "Kay."

             Poke.

             "Kay."

            Poke.

             "Ka-"

             I whipped my hand out and seized the drum stick right before it dug into the skin on my arm for a thrid time.

            "What?" I asked my little brother angrily. 

           "Dad says you have to wake up." Matt said smugly as he ran to the other side of my room.

             "No I don't... Matt, what are you..." I began as I saw my brother rush to my window and grab a fist full of each of my curtains and thrusting them apart violently. I hissed as the bright sunlight hit my face and pulled the covers further over my head. I could almost hear him smiling.

                "It's 12:30. Dad says he needs you downstairs to talk with you about something. It sounds important." Matt said as he jumped ontop of me and grabbed his drum stick out of my hand, but before I could get him back he was out the door. 

                   Swinging my legs off my bed I rubbed my eyes. It's September 1. Summer's nearing an end. Ugh. 

                  I got up and changed into a shirt and jeans then headed downstairs. I have a bad feeling about this "talk".

                 I grabbed  a plate from my other brother Jason who's three years younger than me, on my way into the kitchen. With a mop of brown hair and hazel eyes, he was the heart thob of his class, not to mention the star player of his hockey team. He looked kind of excited and nervous though when he looked at me. I have an even worse feeling about this now. 

                   "Hey sweetheart." My dad said as he saw me coming his way. 

                  "Hi, Matt said you wanted to talk with me about something?" I asked him, feeling a knot in my stomach. 

                   "Yes. I got a call from the Bruins today to see if I could come by and help set up some plays and maybe get a job there for the season." My dad began, he is a coach for both my brothers hockey teams, good friends with people that work for the Bruins and some of the players. Sometimes they ask him to come down and get his opinion on something but never a full time type job, he doesn't want to get into the big leagues so he just always stayed with college hockey, coaching my brother. 

              "That's awesome!"I exclaimed, but Dad didn't look as enthusiastic as I did.

             "I had to turn it down though because of our upcomming season." He said, absent mindedly stirring the bowl of pancake mix. The only thing he loves more than hockey, is hockey. 

              "What? You can't-"

            "They asked me to recommend someone though. And, Kay..." He looked me straight in the eye.

         "I recommended you." I was speechless. As I was just about to add something to the conversation he butted in.

               "Kay, you need a job. Ever since that thing broke up with you, you've been a mess. I gave you the whole summer to cope and nows time to get back on track." He said sternly. My boyfriend of seven months broke up with me at the beginning of the summer. It was a pretty big deal because he was my first real boyfriend. I was pretty upset about it, but more so upset now that Dad brought it up just after I was getting over the fact

             "I can find a job on my own!" I cried, throwing my arms up into the air, desprately trying to steer this conversation away from my ex-boyfriend.

             "Well, you don't need to now since I got one for you." Dad started to pour the pancake mix on the griddle.

             "I don't even know that much about hockey!" I yelled.

            Hockey. It was the only thing I desprately wanted to get away from. After a while, when people see my brother playing hockey, my dad being the coach of one of the most sucessful college hockey teams, and Jason close to being drafted into the NHL, everyone assumed I was amazing at  hockey as well.

            "That is a lie! And we both know perfectly well that you may not play anymore but you are great with coming up with plays!" Dad fumed, pointing his spoon at me. A drop of batter fell to the floor, and all I could think of as it fell was is that a symbol of my life? Just a drop of pancake mix falling to the floor in the early hours in the morning?

             It's true though. I used to created drills and such for my dad to use during his teams practice. I would look into stats and keep the paper work in order, he always said I was the reason behind the wins of the team, which is not true, it was all him.

              "Kay," he sighed. "You need to stop pushing away things that you're good at and just accept it. I didn't judge you when you brought him home, I didn't stop you when you decided to quit playing hockey even though you can't imagine what it did to me, I always supported you. So please, this is the only thing I've asked of you in a long time, take the job. I can't see you sit around here and waste your talents." He looked me deep into my eyes. 

             He was right, he was always there for me. It's time I returned the favor. I looked over at Jason, who was biting his thumb and gave me a nod.

                   "Fine." I sighed. I saw my dad's eyes light up when I said that, which caused me to smile. I haven't seen him this happy in a long time. He engulfed me in a hug.

                  "Thank you Kay. This means a lot to me." He whispered into my ear and released me only to be picked up by Jason.

                 "My sister's back!" He yelled, spinning me around. I started laughing.

                 "I was never gone!" I yelled back at him.

               "Did she say yes?" Matt yelled from the dinning room table.

                 "Yeah!" Dad, Jason, and I all yelled from the kitchen. Jason put me down.

              "So, then you have an interview but it really doesn't matter because you pretty much already have the job." Dad said as he hefted pancakes onto a plate then handed it to me.

             "Alright, when is that?" I asked, grabbing a fork from the drawer and poured maple syrup on top of them.

               "Uh, today. In about an hour." He scratched the back of his neck and looked at the clock. I paused in my pouring. 

                  What a fun way to start off the season?