in a world where a sweet girl tries to be her best, she gets pushed down by those around her. she thought going to California for the goodwill games was supposed to be the time of her life, but her teammates made sure that wasn't possible. back in W...
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-dormitories -mid afternoon
We finally arrived to a place outside of the dorms where small bleachers sat with a fire barrel in front of it. Everyone gathered onto the bleachers.
As I was about to sit on the top row, I was pushed off. I fell to the ground hardly. I winced in pain.
"Woah, hey! What was that for!" I heard Coach Bombay yell. I sighed. I quickly picked myself up and looked at Coach.
"I fell, that's all, I'm sorry. I'm quite the clumsy girl," I nervously laughed. He gave me a suspicious look. Behind him, Miss MacKay has crossed her arms and sent me a stern look. She knew what was up. I stayed silent.
"Are you alright, though?" Coach calmly asked me. I hurriedly nodded at him.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I lied. My arm was killing me. I landed on it completely wrong, but I knew I'd be fine. It wasn't anything big.
I looked up at Adam who sat on the bench. He looked at me apologetically.
"I'm so sorry, someone shoved me," he apologized. I attempted to take a seat beside him again, but he was bumped. He caught me before I could fall. I decided on standing there, and thanked him.
"I know, Adam, don't be sorry, you're fine," I reassured him. He gave me a sad smile. I crossed my arms over my chest and turned my attention to Coach at the barrel.
"Do you want my seat?" Adam whispered to me while Coach started to talk. I shook my head and leaned closer to him.
"Thank you, but if I sit down theyre just going to keep shoving everyone," I sadly said. Adam gave me a frown, which caused me to frown.
"You're happiness is drifting away from you and that's making me sad," he whispered again. I sent him a weak smile. He was completely right. I just didn't know how to fix it. The only way I could fix it was to leave, but I wanted to stay here and play hockey.
I wanted to be happy and play hockey though. I never thought being a part of Team USA would be like this. I had always had other visions of this experience. None of them turned out the way I had hoped.
I could stick up for myself, but I don't know, I didn't have the heart to. Sure these people treated my terribly, but I can't find myself sticking up because they'll make my life more miserable. I don't know. I want to, but I'm scared.
"I've had a lot of big distractions since I've been here in LA," Coach started to say. I forced a smile onto my face and watched what the man was doing. He held up a big cardboard cutout of himself. I let out a small laugh, "this is a distraction."
He handed it over to Yans.
"Nice looking, Coach," Dean joked. I smiled again.
"Yeah, Coach, why didn't you tell us you have a twin?" I attempted to joke. Everyone went silent. I looked down at my hands nervously.
