Play Like A Girl

Play Like A Girl

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Charlie Sullivan is just like any hockey player, the only goal in life of someday being able to hoist the Stanley cup. Life was never easy for Charlie though, losing both parents, as well as other people that played a crucial part of who Charlie is today, and not to mention the fact that money has always been very tight, and with pride very high, it's extremely hard to get by with some things. After years of playing hockey and everyone telling Charlie that the big dreams of winning the cup aren't going to come true, she suddenly gets the opportunity, as well as a small crush, but how hard could that be? And, "she" wasn't a misspelling by the way. "Charlie" is short for Charlotte. What did you think it stood for anyways, Charles?
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"So 7:00 at Ruth's Chris Steak House?" my mother said sweetly. "I think it's on...Summer Street, right?" "School Street," I corrected, rubbing my head. "Well we'll see you at 7:00." "Yeah. I love you," I sighed. "I love you too. This is so exciting!" "Yeah. Bye mom." She hung up, and I looked at Milan. "What the fuck did I just get us into?" I practically cried. "A dinner with your family. I don't understand why it's so bad," he shrugged. "They're my family, that's why! Oh...no. This isn't gonna go well," I sighed. "I just know it! I know it." "Calm down, Dax," he rolled his eyes. "Calm down...obviously you've never met my family," I muttered. "No. That's why we're doing this dinner. It'll be fine...I hope. Any tips?" "Yeah. Don't cuss, be polite, and um...my brother's a Montreal fan," I blurted. His eyes widened. "Oh shit."

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