scouted, a.b

two

nicole margo brooks

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"USA ? seriously? are you out of your mind !?" my childhood friend screamed at me over the phone.

"listen ! i'm sorry, okay ? trust me, i've done my research, and usa is defiantly the right choice".

"i can't believe you right now. i'm boarding a plane with TEAM AUSTRALIA, i'll see you at the games..good luck" he said before hanging up.

i sighed and zipped my suitcase, stroking my wayne gretzky poster dramatically before leaving my house in sydney, flying all the way to california, to represent the complete opposite team..

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i exited the airport, although now i was in america.

i found the fancy man holding my name on a sign and made my way over to him.

he greeted himself as did i, and drove straight to the ice rink so i could meet my new team.

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"welcome, i'm don tibbles, your new teams sponser, you must be nicole ?" a man asked referring to his sheet of paper asked.

"yeah, hey" i smiled awkwardly.

i turned to my right to see five other teenagers beside me.

"julie gaffney, goalie" the blonde girl greeted.

i took her hand and shook it firmly,

"nicole brooks, right wing" i smirked at her, proud of myself for making a new friend already.

-

myself and the new 'ducks' made our way onto the ice.

i'd be lying if i said i wasn't nervous out of my mind right now.

i looked around at team usa through my helmet.

they were all wearing ducks jerseys, i'd be lying if i said i didn't feel left out, being the only obvious rangers fan as told by my jersey.

there was one girl and a really quite blonde boy. nice to know julie and i aren't the only females though.

"so, tell my about my new kids" the coach said turning to mr tibbles.

"that's luis mendoza, he's from our miami club."

the very attractive black haired boy skated around, quite fast.

"i clocked him at 1.9 seconds, blue line to blue line"

wow.

i was distracted when i looked at team usa, to see another blonde haired kid, knocking down a red haired boy.

"he has one minor problem," mr tibbles adds.

just then, luis flys right into the wall of the rink.

all the new players, including myself rushed over to help him up.

"you okay luis?"

"need some help ?"

"you good ?"

we all asked.

"yeah i'm fine. i almost had it that time"

sure you did.

-

mr tibbles introduced dwayne and julie, and now, it's my turn..

"that's nicole brooks, phenomenal skater, great skill"

i skated around fast, puck handling and showing off tricks trying to impress my new team.

i'd say it worked, considering a heard a few ooh's and aah's..

"another, minor, minor problem" mr tibbles added.

what ?

i stopped sharply and took of my helmet, shaking my head to get my hair back into place.

"she's not american."

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thanks for reading ha.

xo, Moana