Boston or Bust

Chapter 5

       3rd period.

      Minutes remaining.

       3-3 and we needed this to win the championships. And guess who everyone was counting on to get it? Me.

     Gritting my teeth I dove onto the ice, crowds cheering my name, because to them they knew I would win the game. I started to sweat just thinking about it, everyone counting on me.

      I looked up and skimmed the crowd, searching only for one face. My fathers. 

      He didn't smile at me, he just drew a finger across his neck. What?

     He pointed to a girl across the ice, I saw the last name Smith. She traded from our team last year because her parents were moving. Cara was her name. I liked her, she was nice, always passed.

     I looked back at my father, he made a fist and touched his face with it. Then he gestured to his left shoulder.

      He wants me to fight her. And he wants me to aim for her left shoulder.

      No, I'm not.  I thought, whipping my head around. 

    The ref blew the whistle and the game took off. I started jostling the Smith girl, trying to get a reaction out of her. But it wasn't me doing that.  Finally she cracked and threw off her gloves. I threw down mine, completely against my will, and started towards her.

     What's going on? I screamed inside my head, terrified. I was unable to move my body, it was as if someone was doing it for me.

       Grabbing her shirt I started landing punch after punch, and after every one I felt like crying.

     When she was going down I positioned her so that she fell onto her left shoulder then fell down ontop of her, hearing her shoulder tear. 

       The refs pulled me off her and I heard her cry out. But when I looked down it wasn't Cara's face all bruised and bloody...

       It was mine.

     "DON'T WANNA BE AN AMERICAN IDIOT! ONE NATION CONTROLLED BY THE MEDIA!" 

      I woke up with a start, slamming my hand ontop of the off button to my alarm. After it was silenced, I put my hands on my face.

      That was the worst nightmare yet. 

     I have to take pills for my back and sometimes they have bad side effects. I also get tired more easily and a bit loopy after I take them. Thanks to the chick who thought it was a great idea to hit me across my shoulder blades when my back was turned with her stick. But, that's another story.

    I looked down and saw that I sweat through my shirt, disgusting. I got up and took a shower, changing into black jeans, converse, and hoodie. Plain, simple, comfortable. I was not wearing another skirt.

      My phone was ringing. I looked down and saw the caller I.D. "Looooooch" with numerous o's in it.

     "Hello?" I asked, hoping it was Lucic. I don't remember getting his number.

     "We'll be downstairs in 10 minutes." I heard a familiar voice say, Lucic.

      "Hi Kay!" I heard another voice say in the background, Brad I think.

      "Why?" I asked, why are they picking me up?

    "Because we're nice people and love company?" I heard Lucic say, cautiously, gaining a "yeah!" from the background.