Back On the Ice (Coming soon)

Fear

Two fucking years.

Twenty four bloody months.

Two seasons.

GONE.
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I winced as I stretched my stiff back. That's how most of my mornings start, painful and depressing but not this one. It's been two years since the accident, since my true identity was revealed, since I lost the two things that mattered to me most, hockey and family. Although, today was supposed to be a good day, a turning point in my life. Today I was getting back on the ice.

With my old Ice Wolves hockey jersey on, I waltzed through the door to the rink. Bombarded with the dramatic temperature change, I shudder as I passed Marabell, the lady at the counter. Clearly having no clue who I was, she greeted me with a small, genuine smile as I handed her the skating fee. It was around nine o'clock so the rink was deserted as I had predicted and wanted. I chucked my bag of hockey gear in a locker in the girl's locker room and anxiously laced up my hockey skates.

If you didn't know, I'm Lake Wolfe though I go by Wolfe as in Wolf-e, see what I did there? Nah? Okay, moving on. I've played for the Ice Wolves since Pee Wee competitions but back then I was in the girls team. Ninth grade came and apparently there was no girls team for the hockey season so being the crazy person I was, I pretended to be a guy. Fake eyebrows and all. Of course, I was small in comparison to the rest of the boys but my signature move made up for it. No one but the Coach knew about my real identity but quite frankly I had no friends and was picked on countless time, ironically by the hockey team. Man I wonder if they regret that? Oh! I forgot the most important part! We eventually made it to the Playoffs with only three losses in the entire season but in that last crucial period, I shot the winning goal barely making it in. Sadly, the boy who was my only childhood friend since we were in diapers, but ditched me like I was nothing for no reason whatsoever when we were twelve, practically bashed me after making the shot. I remember paramedics running onto the rink, Coach swearing at the top of his lungs and both teams in a massive fight. But when they took my helmet off, the whole audience gasped which encouraged the teams to look at me. Dark brown hair in a state that I'd call a bird's nest due to being under the blonde wig for so long, one of my blue contacts had fallen out during my fall and a guilty and pain expression sprawled across my face. To be honest, it was like the world had stopped. No one moved which kind of creeped me out but the paramedics broke the silence with all their questions. My vision blurred as I croaked out, "I can't feel anything below my neck." After that I passed out and woke up in a hospital, only thing wrong was...I was paralyzed from the neck down.

Which brings me to now. A tear escaped down my cheek as I remembered the tragic day. Once I was admitted out of the hospital, in a wheelchair, of course, I left Minneapolis with my Dad and moved across the state to St Paul so I could go to an expensive physiotherapist so I could get back on track with my life. Of course, that meant leaving Ice Wolves and the school but I didn't really care. Since Archer purposely snapped my spinal cord with his hockey stick, I haven't truly cared about anything except the fact that my Mom had left. The moment she realized I wasn't going to become a famous hockey player like Dad and I had planned, she divorced my father and confessed that she was sleeping with another guy and that she only stayed so she could have a cut of the prize money. Bitch is what I refer to her now just FYI. Oh and school! Imagine a teenage girl in a wheelchair having to go through her sophomore and junior year but that didn't happen. My absolutely awesome as fuck father got me private tutors. Can I get a 'hell yeah?' No? Okay. Recently after the doctors and physiotherapist had given the all clear, Dad and I packed our bags and vacated back to Minneapolis. In a week, I was supposed to start my senior year at Dixon High School, my old school. By the way, it's only called that because it's named after the founder and current principal, Mr Dixon.

Memories and memories of this place flooded my mind, good and bad. The first goal I had scored to the time I had landed flat on my ass in front of the Ice Wolves boys hockey team because I had tripped over my own feet. The thoughts made me smile.

With my Ice Wolves hockey stick in my hand, I open the gate of the rink. Emotions bloomed inside of me as I took a deep breath before completing my task. But one emotion dominated all the others.

Do you want to know what it was?

Fear

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Yeah, I know it kinda sucks but the plot will get better. You've read the first book (hopefully) and it wasn't that bad so do you trust me? If you do, it gets better.

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