Pucked

Chaptor 2

I turn over and face the window shining light through the curtains. Right now it's 8:00am. I'm used to waking up for school at 6.

I open my eyes and spring out of my new bed. That was the best I've slept in a while. To get my hair out of my face, I swirl it into a bun and loosely wrap it with a scrunchy. Well, guess it's breakfast time.

I make my way down the long steps when I see my dad cooking bacon and waffles on the stove.

"Morning sweetheart." He says kissing the top of my head.

"Morning dad. Whatcha doing?" I ask taking a seat by the counter.

"Well I figured since it's your first day, I would let you settle a bit. Make you some breakfast and later you can chill here while I go to practice." He explains slapping food onto my plate.

"How often do you have practices?" I murmur stuffing my face with bacon.

"Almost everyday. The assistant coach and I sometimes split up work days." My dad grabs a plate of his own and takes a seat next to me.

"Hmm. Well I really wanna see the team play. Maybe I could come and watch?" I suggest. Tomorrow I have to start online school because I didn't want to join an actual school just to leave shortly after.

"Fine by me." He nods. "Actually, that could work out great."

"Cool."

"Well I'm leaving in 45 minutes so hurry up and get dressed. I hope your mom helped you buy more wintery clothes?" He says looking me up and down.

"Not exactly.." I say biting my cheek. "Most of the stores in Florida only have dresses or shorts."

"Alright well try and find something, then later I can have one of my assistants take you shopping or whatever." He says taking our plates to the sink.

"Alright. See you in a little bit." I leap up the stairs into my room.

Glaring I remember that I decided to just leave all my bags and not do anything. Rolling my eyes I begin to sift through my suitcase trying to find something that will keep me somewhat protected from the cold.

The best I could find was a pair of cuffed boyfriend jeans and a cropped grey sweatshirt. Then I tie my curly hair into a messy pony tail.

Do I need makeup? Hmm.. well I am meeting a ton of hockey players my age so.. might as well look nice..

Wait no. Megan you have a boyfriend.

Meh. Like my mom says you should always dress to impress. I grab a tube of mascara and coat my lashes a few times making them long and curled, lastly some tinted chapstick. Tada, not too much but just right.

"You ready Meggie?" My dad voice calls from downstairs.

"Coming!" I yell slipping on a pair of grey vans. Stuffing my phone in my pocket I make my way downstairs.

"You good?" He asks slipping on a coat.

"Yup." Together we walk to the car.

20 minutes later

Finally. There it is, the big ice and events center of Minnesota. Obviously Minnesota is big on hockey, and in Minneapolis they have a really good high school team, so they travel competing with other hockey states. You know, high schools.

I think the oldest on the team is 19 and the youngest is, 16.The rest are all in between.

Dad parks the car and grabs my attention.