Teen half-brothers Kain and Scott Banks, who live in a small New York fictional town called Dalton. They battle each other on the hockey rink while navigating through high school romance and drama.
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"Come by the café around 6:30, okay?"
"Yeah, okay."
"Alright, see you later."
I wave at Ayla, back out of her driveway and drive towards my house. I have to go home to grab my hockey equipment then head over to the DCA. I usually skate around and practice for about two-ish hours every day. My Uncle Nate runs the arena so he lets me skate for free.
I grab my hockey bag, load up the car and go to the arena. I get to the arena, park my car, open my trunk, grab my bag and hockey stick. I walk to the entrance door and walk in. I walk through the threshold and something bright catches my eye. I stop and walk over to the bulletin board, it's a flyer for a tryout at my high school to be on the varsity team. I scoff then go to the locker room.
I do thirty minutes of power skating and thirty minutes of shooting around and an hour of doing drills and practicing. I got my drills from the internet. I found a website with all the drills the NHL and AHL teams use in their practices. I printed them and put them in a playbook, I keep it in my hockey bag and bring it on the bench so whenever I need it, it's right there.
I wrap up my practice for the day, I get back in the locker room, take all my equipment off and take a shower.
After my shower, I put on a lazy outfit.
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I walk back into the changing arena, put the strap of my hockey bag over my shoulder, grab my hockey stick from the stick rack, walk to the door and walk to the lobby. When I walk into the lobby I drop my bag on the floor, walk to the vending machine by the door, slide in a five dollar bill, push the button and grab my Gatorade from the machine.
I go upstairs to see if Nate is in his office but the door is shut and locked. This is like the third time I've come up here and he's not here. Oh well, I go back downstairs, pick up my bag and stick and go out to my car.
When I get home, I lay out most of my equipment outside on the back porch so it can get aired out.
I walk back into the house, go to my room, grab my book bag and pull out my textbooks. I sit down at my desk. It's 5:22pm now so I might get all my homework done by the time I have to meet Ayla at the cafe at 6:30pm.
