Ch. 3

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Connie got out of the shower dried her hair and put it in a ponytail, then put a bow in my hair and we ran outside to the alley where we were supposed to meet the team.
Everyone was already there and crowded around a box. I tried my best not to wince when pretty much doing anything at all.
"Hey Guy look, it's your mom!" Peter joked.
Guy started running after peter followed by everyone else.
"Let's give him a wedge!" Jesse suggested.
"That's a good idea Jesse!" Terry agreed with his brother.
"Come on I was just kidding!" Peter pleaded, but the guys didn't listen and pinned him against a brick wall.
Me and Connie were on the outside of the group and all our attention was on Peter and Guy.
"Hey!" Karp yelled and we all turned around.
Then I felt myself being picked up.
"What the hell!?" I screamed hitting the person. They held me by my stomach and ribs so it hurt really badly and I had to choke down the tears.
Then they stopped. I looked around a little dazed to see 3 hawks. Not just any hawks. Banks. McGill. And Larson.
McGill was the one who picked me up.
"Wow, you are insanely light." McGill commented.
"Trust me I know, pretty much everyone can pick me up." I replied walking back over to Charlie, putting my arms out.
He wrapped his arms around my upper thigh, and hoisted me up.
He then set me down and I smirked, McGill rolled his eyes and started circling around us. Along with Banks and Larson.
"Does your mommy know you have that?" McGill said in a baby voice.
"Nah, she's busy with the mailman!" Larson said answering McGill's question.
"That'll make great bathroom reading!" Banks said.
"That's mine you jerk I found it!" Karp said pointing at them.
"You don't even know what to do with it wuss breath!" McGill replied.
"You ganna let him call you wuss breath?" Peter said fuming Karp's rage.
"No!" Karp said in a growl and went after the 3 hawks.
"Now how about you come hangout with some real hockey players." Larson said smirking and motioning for me to come with them.
"I hope you don't mean yourselves." I shot back stepping in front of the team.
"Better than hanging out with these losers. Now let's go!" McGill said forcefully.
"No." I replied stubbornly.
"Let's go!" He said again.
"Hell No." I replied sarcastically. My team hid their snickers.
"I said let's go so let's go. Right now! If you don't then when we play you guys again. Your dead." He said walking closer to me.
"I'd like to see you try and kill me." I replied.
He didn't say anything, he just pushed on my ribs.
He must've known that was what hurt the most.
I gritted my teeth but kept my poker face. He presses harder and harder till I took one last breath and had to hold it, as he pressed even harder.
I kept a straight face till I spoke up, confidently so he would hear the pain in my voice.
"Are you done yet? Your making yourself look even stupider than you already do." I said holding back tears.
"McLelland, you blacked out on the ice, because of how hard we hit you. We are not stupid and We know this is hurting you." Larson said and I looked at him with a "Seriously" look.
"Your daft if you think this hurts." I replied and McGill finally bought it and stopped pushing.
I kept a straight face as they skated off. Banks skated backwards while looking at me.
I blush a little and look down.
"Connie! it hurts!" I said falling to the ground grabbing my side where McGill was pushing.
She ran to me and put my head on her lap.
Charlie came over too.
I motioned for Charlie to lift up my shirt to see the damage and he reached for the end of my shirt.
"Woah! What are you doing?" Connie asked annoyed.
"I'm checking to see if McGill did anymore damage." Charlie defended himself.
Connie looked at me and I nodded in assurance.
She sighed and nodded to Charlie who now lifted up my shirt.
By now the entire team was around us trying to look at it.
They noticed all the bruises I had on my stomach and each of them grimaced.
I finally sat up and held my shirt up so I could see.

^this is what I sawEven I grimaced and I stood up pulling my shirt down m

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^this is what I saw
Even I grimaced and I stood up pulling my shirt down m.
"Why didn't you tell us this happened?!" The team asked screaming at me.
"I didn't want you to worry and besides it only hurts when you push on it to hard." I explained.
They were all mad at me now. Except Charlie, Connie, and Guy.

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