I'm a Hawks' Kid

One

Pass the puck, Ky. Pass it! I thought as I skated down the ice, trying to do everything myself. I never liked sharing or having help, but when I needed it most, I denied everything every time. I just don't know why I did, but I did. I believe that, in my world at least, you're able to be who you are when you want. Right now is my time to shine in the spotlight and I mostly do it when my father is around because I want to prove to him that I am as good as he is and that I can be the best on the team. My dad is my hero and I am determined to be like him.

I ended up making a run for it. All the other players were behind me and I was on a spree, I could take five seconds to shoot if I wanted to but I didn't. I decided to rush things right now and just shoot for it. Shoot because I know I can, but that doesn't mean I can get it into the net that easily. I came to a complete stop, shaving some ice beneath the blades of my skates, I raised my shoulders, ready to swing and when I took a shot. Getting top right corner!

Boo, was heard from around the arena because I had gotten top right corner of the post, the crossbar I had hit. Damn it! I turned around after the puck had bounced off the crossbar and headed towards one of the opposing team's players. I raced down the ice to grab the puck, but Larson was already there to save the day. He, McGill, Banks and I are the top four, but top two are Banks and I and then Banks would be Coach's pet or the best player on the team. Banks and I have been playing ever since we were young, we know each other so well, we're practically dating or you could even say we're brother and sister, that's how close we really are, bro and sis. I like and or prefer those terms than dating, because we're not. But many kids on the team would say we are.

Larson passed the puck to McGill, who had just turned backwards rapidly to recieve the puck. Adam was up by the net ready to get the puck recieved or help assist McGill. I skated around, trying to get open, but also helping to block the other player because he was getting in the way and because I messed up my shot tonigt to be good or seen as one of them. Ia m good, but that doesn't mean I see it that way, I see myself as an average joe.

McGill got shoved from behind because he didn't bother to look behind him. The puck stolen, but Banks was too far to try and catch up to the player. And Larson, well he wasn't as fast as Adam and I are. So this was up to me since our fifth player was switching out with someone else and they weren't going that fast, but it's fine. I turned and skated down the ice, trying to catch up to the boy. He was dekeing to the left, then right, then left and right again, trying to confusing me. I skated ahead of the player grabebd the puck from the front.

As soon as I had the puck in hand, I knew Coach woiuldn't want me to shoot the puck, even though he knows how excellent I am at hockey. I am considered good, but it takes practice and time and effort to get where I am or even where someone my father's age is. My dad use to play hockey, but he doesn't anymore. Ever since he got older he just grew out of it and wanted to go to a different world, a different job, so he chose being a lawyer. But when he was young, my age, and played for the Hawks, he was the star kid of the team, but at their final championship game. He had to score the tie breaking goal to see who won and he missed, by a quarter of an inch it wouldve went in. He believes it was his fault for earning them second place, when the Hawks are always first place winners and not loosers.

I entered the offensive zone and passed the puck down to Adam, he had one person blocking him. But he quickly grabbed the puck after recieving it, and slashed it into that net. Scoring his fifth goal while I had four goals this game and next to me was Larson with two goals. We all skated towards each other, bumbing into one another since not many of stopped in time and we all cheered since we had just won our game tonight. Next week we play District-5, the worst team in town.

After we huddled together, the team joined us on the ice as Coach stayed at thebench and clapped, we all skated off the ice. Adam and the others all got off the ice first and I skated slowly off the ice afterwards, seeing my dad in the stands, clapping quietly with a smile on his face. I forced a smile and then headed off the ice dead last. Coach stopped me by placing a hand on my shoulder tightly, so I'd feel it because of the gear I'm wearing.

"Next time you go straight for net without stopping. When you stop, it messes you up. Just round the net next time after shooting." He tells me sternly, his voice was his normal toned voice in which he was general or captain and we all were his soldiers who reported to duty three times a week to his command.

I nod, "Yes, Coach. I'll do better next time, I promise."

"Oh yes you will promise, we can't have any mistakes this season or any season for that matter." He says, looking up behind him at the second place banner that he had to see and wactch his team not be in first for once. That's the only time this team has ever been second place. I headed towards the door to leave the players' bench as I nodded, to tell him that I understood every word he told me.

I walked down the hall and turned into the locker room, letting the door close behind  me as I was lifting my helmet off my head. I took a seat at my locker, where my stuff was on the floor, my extra hockey stick by the door with all the other sticks. This room smelt terrible, like sweaty gear, sweaty boys and myself, but also like feet because some of these boys have the nastiest of feet.

Everyone spoke quietly as they got undressed, some parents were waiting outside for their superstar kids while my father stayed outside of the building or in the lobby to wait for his kid, whom he was proud of since the day they put skates on. I took my jersey off, after sliding my bag out from beneath the bench I was on. I opened it and threw it in there. After my jersey came the hockey socks, shoulder, elbow and shin pads. Then my hockey pants and skates, where I threw them into the bag. After that I placed my helmet in the bag, with my mouthguard in it's case.

I grabbed my sneakers from the bench, after grabbing my jacket and pulling the hood over my head to keep my ears warm and so my wet sweaty hair doesn't freeze and become hard and crusty. I grabbed my bag, which had wheels, most of us had wheels on our bags and we had all the equipement to play, so we even that convienent wheels as well. I rolled my bag out of the locker room, grabbing my hockey sticks, and walked down the hallway, hearing others talk to one another from behind and in front of me.

"Kyles, wait up!" I heard from behind me, then someone had accidentally ran into me and I had moved over a little towards the side of the wall. I look to my left where Banks was, his bag rolling behind him along with his two hockey sticks in hand. "Great game you played tonight."

"Wasn't that good, Banks. Did you see that terrible miss at the net?" He shrugs his shoulders nodding.

"What's so bad about it? Hun? You always do this, every time you miss or make a mistake, you complain about instead of enjoying what it could bring you." He replies. He's right after all. Everyone makes mistakes, and they get corrected along the way. but I amke many mistakes, and sometimes it's because I either don't listen or don't practice enough.

"Guess you're right, Adam, I should stop worrying about my mistake when  they badly impailed my heart when they shouldn't." I tell him.

"There's the Kylie I know." He nods, smiling as he looks ahead. His dad stood there in the lobby with his wife. Adam has an older brother, who is sixteen. Adam has everything, not just money, but the friends, the popular hockey team, the toys or stuff he wanted.

"Bye Banksie!" I called as I semi waved since I had two sticks in one hand and my bag in the other hand. He nodded back, his mother waving to me in return. I walk outside to meet my dad and he takes my bag from me, asking if I had fun or not. I replied telling him that I indeed did have fun and that I shouldn't take a loossing shot so terribly next time. He and I laughed about it though.

He had put my hockey bag in the truck of a stranger's car. Because this wasn't his expensive red sports car, this was a black rich looking  limo. Sure we could afford it, but we wouldn't it, not any time soon knowing dad's friends won't be over at the house nor mine. "Dad?" I question.

"Hmh?" He questions me back, he peeks his head from the back of the car and has a light smile. This morning I got dropped off by Adam, yesterday morning he drove me to school in his red sports car, but now a limo? No way! I stood there as he hopped into the car without another word, it did bug me, but I stood there and waited.