I'm a Hawks' Kid

Eight

Tonight is a practice since two days ago we played District-5. I was ready to just get out there and play. To improve myself at every practice. But Coach thinks I need a tad more work, while my friends all think that I am fine. They think I'm just as good as Adam or even better. I like how my friends have honesty, because you need to be able to trust them and everything. Larson and I though, well, we've grown a little closer ever since he had punched me and I forgave him for my actions as well.

I stood on the ice, in my group of kids. Coach had put us in groups because it's easier to have each kid or group do a small task and practice that particular thing and then walk around to help. I like it a whole lot better when we're a group doing things. We do laps, practice our shots, our plays, and everything when we're together and not alone because you can bounce off the others to help.

I did a couple laps with my group around the ice. I didn't have Larson, McGill or even Adam with me. In fact, I haven't spoken to Adam in a couple days because I've been busy or just doing something else or he's been busy. Adam and I aren't on different terms or anything, we've been just too busy. But lately Adam has been quieter than normal. I wanted to go talk to him, but Coach wouldn't allow it.

After my laps, Coach had walked over to us and told us to grab some cones. So we did, we had put the cones in different places on the ice, which is where we'll be playing. It's our positions that we're learning. Take me for instance, I'm a left winger and don't know much about it, but I am learning. When you're younger you learn to skate forewards and backwards, stop, jump, shoot and pass. But once you're a little older,you start to learn your positions.

I know that since I am left winger, I am always suppose to stay on the left side of the rink, on both sides; defensive and offensive. While Adam is a Centre, which is also considered a foreward. He's the one that does most of the shoots on net and he does face offs too. I like how I am a winger because I am on the same line as Adam is. Adam, King, and I are a line. We're not the poqer line because Coach thinks that Larson and McGill can do better than I can sometimes. Which I beg to differ. I am really good, it's just that not every shot you get is going to go into the net.

I finished my laps and practice was almost over because we've been here for awhile now. We've played a couple games this season all ready and I can't wait until playoffs again. I love playoffs, it's no different than a regular game to me, it's just a little higher and well, it's to see which team is the best that year. Most of the time you can really tell which teams have improved. My dad's team isn't going very far this year, they haven't scored a goal once this year. My dad told me their record was 0-9. They've never won a game, only lost them. At least they know what loosing feels like, I don't really know how it feels.

I worked with a couple kids who were wingers as well. All the wingers worked together, while the centremen worked together,t he defensemen together and etc... You understand what I mean. We had made three lines, one which is the left wingers, then the right wingers, and the centres. Coach wanted us to practice face offs. The centre will pass to either one of the wingers, but only to which ever one is open and not guarded by someone. If they pass it out to someone who is blocked, we're all screwed.

I stood on the left side of the rink, in position and ready to play. Adam was center and Larson was right wing. everyone had formed lines, so the first line would go, get their puck and go down the ice and shoot while the next line gets ready. Adam had the puck and passed it out to me, he always does, and I turned quickly, dekeing the fake player that would be behind me trying to block me. I skated down the ice with the other two,in their spots and once Adam was ready again, I passed it back to him. If he were to have an oncoming player, then he'd pass it quickly to Larson, who would attempt to shoot and the rest of us would get the rebound.

The defensemen can also get the rebound, but since we only had the three of us, we just had to improvise and do it without it. If we were to ever had someone on our team get a penalty. We'd be playing short handed while the other team's got a power play.

Larson had scored and I retrieved the puck after it entered the net. I followed the other three back, placing the puck at center where Coach is watching each line go down the ice. He had the defensemen working on something else at the time while we all did this. I got back in my row of left wingers while the other two got in theirs.

I was watching the others take their turn down the ice, since we have two more lines and then it's us again, when I heard Adam speak up. "Hey Kylie?" He asked, he was still a little quiet. He wasn't loud that everyone could hear him, but loud enough that I could hear him. I look towards him, wondering what he wanted. " I uh, was wondering if you wanted to come with me tonight to get ice cream? My brother and his girlfriend are taking me and I didn't want to be alone with them,"

I thought, I'd have to ask my dad. He knows who Adam is, but Adam doesn't know my dad and I want to keep it that way. "I'd love to go, but I'd have to ask for permision first," He nods.

"All right... If you're allowed, then just swing by my place around seven," I nodded and skated foreward into my position. I was ready, until Coach had put a hand on Adam's shoulder and spoke with him. So Larson and I both stood straight up instead of in our positions while we waited.

Once they were ready, Coach dropped the puck and Adam took it quickly, not hesitating and just passing it to me. Coach had blew his whistle and the three of us stopped quickly. "What was that?" He asks looking at the three of us.

He points to me, "You shouldn't of recieved the pass, Larson should've gotten it and then he would've passed it to Adam. Adam would shoot and one of you two on the side would've went for the rebound if he hadn't of gotten it," I nod. I guess I'll take that into consideration for next time.

I didn't know that I did something wrong. I know that Adam had just passed it over to me. But there's a reason behind it, too. He knows that I'll always be a step ahead of him, so he passes it quickly up to me knowing I'd be there to recieve it. He knows what I am capable of and what I'm not. He can count on Larson too, but I guess would prefer me sometimes. We ended up stopping practice for the day because Coach had enough and he thought we were all tired as well. He made everyone do five laps before we all left.

I was done first while everyone else was just finishing their third lap. I left off the ice and entered the locker room. I went to my locker and started pulling my jersey off. I took my seat and undid my shoulder pads quickly, then my elbow and as I was putting my stuff away in my Hawks hockey bag, everyone else walked in. Adam had walked in looking his normal self, no longer looking sad or anything. I guess all he needed was is to hear my voice.

After I had finished getting fully out of my gear, I carried my hockey bag with me and left outside into the cold of winter. My father's limo was there and as I was about to cross the street, someone had tapped my shoulder. I see Adam step foreward and stand next to me."Wonder who's been getting picked up in that car," He says pointing to the limo, which happened to be me.

I chuckle a fake laugh, "Haha, that would be my ride,"

"What? I thought you came in a red sport's car?"

"I use to, until my father suddenly changed his mind," I lied. Only the last part though. I waved goodbye and he left with his dad. I ran around the car and opened the door, throwing my bag inside first, which had hit my dad and then I hopped in. I sat up by the window that connected the front and the back. There was always a stack of candy in the car and I'd always eat it, getting a limit if candy every time I come because my dad limits me. If not, I'd be on a sugar high for like ever. He says it's being drunk, except on candy instead of alcohol.

"How was practice, "My father asks.

"All right, um, Adam had asked if I could go get ice cream with him since his brother is bringing his girlfriend, could I go?" I asked.

My father looks out the window and when he returns his stare to me I kinda had the idea that he'd say no. "I guess, be back home by eight thirty. No going with anyone either," I nodded. Boy was I happy now, he actually said yes! I thought he'd say no.