I tell my mom I'm leaving and head out the door. I open the door door and jump in.
"Hey, how are you doing?"
"Pretty good.So where are we going?"
"I don't know?"
"Com'on just tell me."
"Nope."
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Thirty minuets pass by and we arrive at this hockey arena. We walk in and I feel a blast of cold air.
I immediately cross my arms. We grab a spot on the bleachers.
"So who are we watching?"
"Well my brother plays for Miami college."
"Oh that's cool. What number is he?"
"Number eight." The zamboni was done of the ice and the hockey players come stepping on the ice.
They hopped on the bench. Five of each team lined up for the face off. The whistle blows and there
off. Once one team has the puck the other team is chasing it. His brother finally steps on the ice.
He is super fast. He grabs the puck and brings it to the other end. He dangles around a defense and
shoots. He scores! Fifteen minuets fly by really fast. When the buzzer blew we got up to go in the
warming room. We went to the concessions and he bought me a hot chocolate.
By the end of the game it was 5-2 us. There was cool fight which was kinda my favorite part. After
the game we waited for his brother and went to go get something to eat.
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