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THOSE OCEAN EYES ARE
SOMETHING I CAN LOOK
INTO EVERYDAY
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A HOCKEY TEAM LEADS THEMSELVES TO
VICTORY. EVERYTHING GOES PERFECTLY WELL UNTIL
ALEX IS MET WITH BLUE...
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I RUSH INTO OUR LOCKER ROOM TO BEGIN preparing for our next game. Chatter whiffed through the doors as it kept swinging. Everyone was already ready in their uniform. I quickly threw everything on so I could look decent for our new member. The room was filled with running around and yelling between one another, yet I was super calm about everything and seemed to be the only content one. I was pacing around back and forth, practicing some turns so I don't crash into the other players. My eyes wander to the newly laid out jersey.
The door creaks open and reveals Adam Banks ready for hockey. The room becomes silence as he walks in. Adam stands there, that's when Bombay walks in "Hey, wasn't sure if you'd show up."
"Yeah, whatever. I just wanna play hockey," Adam scoffs.
"Good. Ducks, you all know Adam Banks," Bombay introduces.
"On behalf of the Ducks, I'd like to say welcom-" Charlie walks forward but is cut off by Terry saying the infamous nickname for Adam.
"Cake eater," Jesse scoffs.
"Ooh, the Jess man dissin' the new guy. The Jesster-" Averman begins but is quickly shut up by Jesse and me.
"Shut up, Averman!" Jesse and I exclaim.
"It's just a joke," Averman sighs.
Jesse begins walking towards Adam, acting all tough "Puttin' on a Ducks jersey doesn't mean you're a real Duck," Jesse says and then walks out. Everyone begins to follow the leader with disappointed faces.
"They're a good group once ya get to know 'em," I say before walking out with my gear. Soon enough, Bombay trails behind the rest of us.
The games began and everyone on the team was currently against Banks ever being on this team. The team was yelling orders and demands on the ice as I sat on the bench watching carefully.
"Right here! I'm open!" Banks mentions. Instead, Peter passes it onto Charlie. Banks kept yelling at them to acknowledge him.
"Pass it to Banks!" Bombay yells.
"Come on, do somethin' with it!" Adam calls out still running back and forth. Finally, Charlie passes it to Adam and he scores perfectly. The crowd and the team go wild.
We were tied with 16 seconds left on the clock. The team was coming up with a gameplan to put on the ice "Goldberg, you're gonna sit this one out," Bombay says.
