Road to The Academy (EDITING)

Chapter 7: Witch Hunt

*Luís*

When I showed up for practice, I walked straight in to the locker room to suit up. I finished pretty fast then hit the ice and started my laps for warm ups. The rest of the guys joined slowly. We continued warming up, still waiting for Coach. We waited about half an hour, so of the guys sat on the bench. Tired of waiting. It's weird, everyone is here, except Jackson..

"How come the girls aren't here?" Raymond was confused.

"Not sure. Maybe they forgot." Roberts was optimistic.

"Nah, Captain told them there was practice today." Porter finally sat down.

Right when we started getting comfortable, we heard the whistle blow. We were shocked and turned to face Coach Jordan, Mickey and Jackson.

"Sprints! Blue line to blue line, let's go!" Coach sounds pissed. He blew the whistle and we began.

Jackson's expressions were very serious. He didn't join us for drills, he just skated around us. As we continued our drill, coach started talking to us.

"I bet you're wondering why the entire team isn't here today. Since they come to work and support the each other, they earned a day off." Coach changed the activity to side steps.

"It's come to my attention that some of you don't understand what our locker rooms are used for, or the definition of the word privacy." Coach went over to sit on the bench as he continued.

I suddenly felt nauseous. But I kept up with my steps, eventhough I was scared of what's to come. He's turning into Coach Nightmare...

"Since you think spying is fun, I thought you would love a few hours of drills. Laps! Let's move gentleman" he blew the whistle again.

"Coach, not all of us were involved. Why are you punishing everyone?" Germaine stepped up.

"The actions of few affect all. Get back to work."

"No" Porter was out of breath and madder than ever.

"Not all of us spied on them. They're like sisters to us. We'd never hurt them that way." A group of the guys stood behind him. Raymond and Germaine included.

"Then who did?" Coach asked.

Porter, Raymond and five others stepped back. Leaving ten of us still there.

Two Hours Later

Coach wasn't letting up. we've been doing drills for hours now. I can barely feel my legs and we haven't had a water break in a while. I finally gave up and fell to the ice. Jackson came over and gave me water.

"You hurt?" Jackson was serious but concerned for us at once.

"It was me, I spied on them. But I didn't want to embarrass them." I was out of breath and sweating so much I looked like I jumped into a pool.

"I know that it was Banks and Collins who did the rest. You have to tell Coach." Jackson believed me.

"I can't be a rat. If they're gonna confess, they need to do it themselves." My loyalty to the guys was rock solid.

Riley confessed long before I did, typical. Banks and Collins were still going strong. I just couldn't go anymore. I'm scared for what else Coach has in store for us.

When practice ended, the team sat on the bench in the locker room, awaiting our fate. Coach came out of his office with a clipboard in hand.

"Alright, we've thought about this for a while and we think this is the right thing to do...Banks, Riley, Collins, and Mendoza. You will be removed from starting line up for the upcoming season and benched for the first two games."