I'm a Hawks' Kid

Six

My father and I sat in the limo, the driver pulled onto the main road and we were on our way home. My father though didn't seem too pleased with me, which I had no clue why. But I did a little in some way, considering his team plays like crap. The car was silent, until my father spoke up. "What happened to your eye?"

"Nothing, dad... I'm fine, just a hockey puck incident," My dad probably didn't seem too convinced with me. I can lie a lot, and towards him sometimes too. I can lie and I surely can prove it. Take Adam for example, he doesn't know that Gordon Bombay is my dad. I don't want to tell him because I'm afraid it could ruin our friendship. But at the same time I want him to know, he knows my mother and I believe that's about it.

My dad nods, "Ice it when you get home," I nod as we got to the house and I went inside. I carried my bag in and dropped it in the office which was located next to the front door. I headed upstairs to get undressed and have a shower as my dad kinda just walked around lazily looking at bills as he shook his head. I wasn't sure if he was shaking his head about the bills or something else because we're a pretty wealthy family. I mean, just look at the team I play on, the stuff I have, the car my dad has and everything else. I doubt we're going into debt.

I shut the door to my room and headed into my bathroom. I hopped into the hot shower that was calling my name. I was wondering about hockey. About the playoffs. I think we're gonna win this year, considering this team and or the Hawks haven't lost ever. Except for the game that my dad almost won. His goal missed by a quarter of an inch. If only it went in, but I am also following in his lead and I hope to not chicken out or get scared.

I am a little shy or uncomfortable when people judge me or see me as someone I am not. Like if I were to miss a shot, they'd star5t calling me names and saying how terrible I am. I don't like that and wouldn't want that to happen, not just to me, but everyone else as well. Some kids don't see that not everyone is the best they can be, sometimes we mess up, but it's all right to do that. I'm sure my dad thinks he messed up because I don't have a mother, but hey, I don't need one. I'm growing up just fine.

I shut the shower off and got out, drying myself off good. After my shower, I got dressed, ran and jumped into my bed, bouncing once from the impact. I got under the covers and pulled the drawer next to my bed open, where my book was. My night light was on and then suddenly, the door opened and I knew my father was here. "May I enter?"

I thought for a second, "Yeah," I responded. I wasn't a child who didn't like when their parents or father disturbed them. In fact, I want to spend every free minute with my father as I can because once you turn eighteen, you're out of the house and who knows what life will bring you or your loved ones. I actually plan on staying single forever. My dad has these stupid rules and said I can't date until I'm about fourteen, he made an exception that I could date at thirteen, so long as he knows the boy really well. He also wants to make sure that he knows the boy before I date him, knows their parents, and just makes sure that he won't hurt me.

"There's someone at the door to see you," He told me, I kinda questioned it. It's about eight at night now and everyone around me age should be asleep by now or going to sleep. I nod and thank my father as he leaves. I get out of my bed, only wearing my PJ shorts and tee-shirt. It's winter, but I get hot at night in any season. I walked downstairs and then stopped at the front door. I turned and faced towards my father, who had gone back to watching TV and doing some work.

I sigh quietly and get the guts to ask my father what I needed to say. "Dad?" He looks over to me and nods. "Um, how come you didn't tell me that you coached?" I asked, now walking over to him. I knew that someone was at the door waiting for me, but this was a little more important because he works tomorrow and I got to school.

He sighs deeply and pats the couch next to him. I walk over and take a seat next to him on the couch. He was looking at the ground, rubbing his hands together. " I got into some trouble and am forced to Coach the District-5 hockey team. But don't worry about it,"

"How can I not? I showed up at my game today to see my father on the opposing team. You gave me the 'look' to not hurt any of your players," He nods, because it was ture. "By the way, they suck,"

He nods once again kinda smiling, "They do, don't they?" I nod, "Maybe you could teach 'em,"

"No," I immediately piped up. "I gotta go," He nods and points me towards the door. I get up and walk over to the door. It was chilly out, so I grabbed my boots and pulled my jacket on as I opened the door. I saw Larson standing there. I didn't know why he was here and I didn't know how my father didn't know him, he's on my team.

I pulled the left side of my jacket over the right side and held it tight to keep the cold air from touching me. "I um... wanted to apologise for my actions earlier today,"

Woah, never would I see that coming from him. He never apologises for what he does. I didn't want to be mean and reject, I was just as much to blame as he was. He may of started it, and he got what he wanted which was a reaction from me. If I would've just sat there, then I wouldn't be stuck here talking to Larson in the cold with a black eye. I'd invite him inside, but he'd deny it. I just know it. "It's fine, Larson. I'm all right and I hope you are, too,"

He looks at the ground, hands in his pocket. "Are you sure? I did punch you pretty hard,"

I nod with a smile, "I'm sure. Look," I go and touch my eye. I felt the scabbing of the wound and the puffiness around my eye as well. I'm sure I looked terrible, but oh well. Turns out, it does hurt and I am basically lying to his face, but it didn't hurt when I blinked but it does now. I dropped my hand to my side and kept a smile on my face.

"Okay, I guess I'll see you at school tomorrow or something," I nod and he walks down the porch.

"Hey Larson!" I shout after him. I run down the steps in my boots, unzipped jacket as I see my breathe in front of me because of how cold out it is. "Keep this among ourselves?"

He nods, "Yeah, Schaffer," As he continues down the sidewalk and then on the main sidewalk to get back to his place which is about four blocks or so from here. I may be mistaken though, I would've assumed that his parents would've dropped him off. But then again, if I had punched someone, especially if I were a boy and did that to a girl, I wouldn't want to tell my parents.

I turned around and walked into the house. I took all my stuff off, leaving it in a ball on the floor as I ran upstairs to my bedroom. I was pretty exhausted by now. I got into bed and lights out. I fell asleep within minutes of hitting the pillow.