His Name Is... Dougie

Chapter 1*

Draft day. One of the most important days on the NHL calendar. This year, I was going to be attending my first Draft and I am so fervent about it. I woke up at five in the morning and had about three cups of coffee, hoping that I would stay awake. I did stay awake and began to choose my outfit for the Draft later today. You need to look presentable.

Especially when you'll be in the midst of all the action. Yes, I'll be at ice level and I'm not sitting at just any table. But the Boston Bruin's table. The 2011 Stanley Cup Champions. There are going to be thirty good looking first round draft picks there - plus they'll be around my age. You really need to look presentable.

If you are possibly wondering who I am, my name is Olivia. Olivia Ingrid Harvery to be exact; I was named after my grandmother, Olivia, who passed away a month before I was broken, heartbreakingly. But to state to obvious, I was named in honour of her.

Anyways, I suppose I should talk about how I'm sitting at the Boston Bruins table at the NHL Entry Draft. Well you see I am the niece of the General Manager of the Boston Bruins, Peter Chiarelli. He told me ever since he became the General Manager to the Bruins that if I graduate from high school, I'll be able to go to an NHL Draft with him. The thing is, I am graduated but I still have yet to finish one of my finals.

As crazy as it may sound, it's true. I fell ill an hour before my final and I told my teacher I couldn't write the final. It was the last day of school too so I either had to risk me puking my gut out or somehow arrange the test another time. So my teacher and I decided together that I would write it on Monday after I come back from the Draft. Both my teacher and I were confident that I would pass the exam based on my pervious assignments. So he gave me the go-ahead and I was allowed to graduate from my high school.

After I drank my fourth cup of coffee, I went to my suitcase and pulled out a blouse and a cardigan to cover my arms up. I found a black pair of dress pants; I picked up some undergarments from my suitcase and walked into the bathroom to take a shower. After I took my sweet time to take a shower and stepped out and dried myself off with a towel before I clothed myself.

After I finished changing, I looked at the mirror and stared blankly at my wet hair. I had no clue as to what I was going to do with it nor any idea what I should do with it. It would take about three hours to completely dry so I decided to watch television while I waited for it to dry then I would decide what I would do to it.

Three hours after my shower, it was now nine-thirty in the morning. The draft was three and a half hours away and I needed to do something with my hair... it looks like crap. I walked into the bathroom and took a big, long grueling glare at my hair; nothing was going to make it look good. Except maybe a ponytail, that works. I spent the next thirty minutes working on my ponytail; long story short, I'm a perfectionist and it wasn't perfect.

My phone rang and I hurried to my bed where it laid; I turned my phone on and looked at the text. It was from my uncle. I'll be over soon. Be ready. Yep, that's my uncle; not pinpointing a specific time he will be arriving to pick me up. It was a great thing that I was already clothed and ready to face the long day. After a few minutes, my uncle showed up at my door, he gave me my pass. I began to follow him down to the lobby of the hotel; where the rest of the staff members were waiting.

First, I noticed the Head Coach, Claude who was the first to come up and greet me. He was like a second father to me, my uncle being the first since I've been living with him for the past couple of years. "Olivia, are you ready to have a great time?" he inquired.

"I hope it will be great," I said. He smiled at me and after other acknowledgements we were on the road to Xcel Energy Centre to get ready for the first day of draft picks. Upon reaching the arena, we were greeted by hundreds of screaming people; most of them were girls - not a shocker at all. At first, they were all excited because they're part of the Bruins franchise and they could set that "lucky" girl with a Bruin. But then they saw me and gave me dirty looks.