We're enemies ~ Adam Banks

1: new coach

I woke up to knocking at my window. I jump from my bed and open my blinds to see Connie standing there. I open the window and she jumps into my room.

You: hey babes
Connie: stop calling me babes!
You: umm. No.
Connie: I bet you wished you could call cake eater that.
You: Connie for the last time I do not like Banks in any way shape or form.
Connie: ugh! You would be so cute together!
You: he's from the hawks Connie.
Connie: but he's cute.
You: no he's not
Connie: but you would be so cuteeeeee

She falls onto my bed in a huff and I grab leggings and a hoodie.

You: come on Connie we're gonna be late.
Connie: what are they gonna do without you anyways. Goldberg can't save, non of them can stay on there feet, and Charlie well he's spazway.
You: they are all amazing in there own ways now let's go.

She groans and I pull her to my feet before running out the door and grabbing my hockey bag from my garage. Connie follows grabbing hers from outside my window. We walk leisurely until we get to the ice and I automatically get exited and run to the bench throwing my skates on quickly. I skate onto the ice and grab a puck before shooting across the ice into the net and Goldberg jumps out of the way.

Goldberg: that almost hit me!
You: It's supposed to!

I roll my eyes before skating around when I hear a vehicle pull onto the ice. I turn around to see a Limo there. Some guy walks in a suit with his hair perfectly slicked. We all stake in front of him.

Jesse: ya dude, you obviously on the wrong side of the hood. This is my domain.
You: ours!
Jesse: whatever Sinclair. This a drug free zone you understand. We ain't buying nothin. I'm feeling generous today. So imma let you get your sorry vanilla booty outta here. Before we be using your eyeballs and hockey pucks.

We all start laughing and I roll my eyes at how Jesse is acting.

"Thanks bro, but I'm not going home till I take care of business"
Averman: he's got a gun

They all slowly start skating back and I stand there. As if this man was dumb enough to bring a gun to public property in front of other witnesses. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a peice of paper folded up.

"District five pee wee hockey team. I'm Gordon Bombay your new coach."

Everyone besides me starts laughing.

You: shut up guys!

They all quiet down.

You: he's obviously here for a reason no coach has ever wanted to be here voluntarily before.

Nobody believes him so he starts naming us off of the roster.

Coach: Now here's the long of the short of it. I hate hockey and I don't like kids.
Goldberg: then there's no reason of being here. Coach.
Coach: look I'm sure this will be a great binding experience. Maybe one day you'll write about it in jail.
You: ok then mr. Law firm.
Coach: is there a goalie?
Goldberg: only for a little while I'm moving back to Philly.
Coach: thank you for sharing
Goldberg: no problem
Coach: all right, get out on the ice and show me what you've got.
Averman: just so you know we really suck.
Coach: I'll decide who sucks around here.

We all skate off and the puck drops and 5 people all go for it which end up with them all falling. So I skate in and take it jumping over Averman and shooting right at the top corner. Everyone starts skating around and falling everywhere so I take it and do my signature slap shot which just like usual Goldberg moves away from. I continue to do this pretty much playing by myself attempting to pass it to my teammates.