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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-team usa vs Iceland, game 2 -part 2
Charlie and I stood behind our teammates, eager to step onto the ice. The arena was packed to capacity with thousands of supporters waving American flags high in the air.
I could hardly hear myself think, the arena was so loud! It didn't help my head at all, but I didn't really have an option.
Dean has given me his phone and headphones so that I could listen to music and block out sound so the loud cheering didn't bother my head, which was really sweet of him. However, I could still hear the blaring cheers.
I was the last person to step onto the ice, Ms. MacKay by my side. She helped me carefully start to walk so I didn't fall. Of course I knew how to skate and how to balance, but my concussion made my balance off.
When I looked up away from the ice below me, I saw Adam skating to the two of us. He stopped in front of Ms. MacKay and I and squeezed between us.
He linked his arms with ours in a sweet way and slowly escorted us over the the bench. I could hear many people cheering in awe at his actions.
I looked up at the boy with a wide smile.
"Thank you, Adam," I sweetly said to him. He nodded his head.
"Of course. It my pleasure, truly," he responded. My heart melted.
After the national anthem, we all gathered at the bench. I stood by Charlie behind the benches, my hands on my hips while I bounced on the tips of my toes. I was beyond nervous.
Iceland was going to come at us harder than before . Sure we had the extra training, and we were ready, but I know Iceland trained just as hard. This was going to be a very interesting game.
"Okay!" Coach Bombay said grabbing all of our attention. "Here we are. We made it here as a team, we're leaving here as a team."
A small smile crept onto my face. He was right.
"Yeah!" I heard my teammates cheer. Coach spoke up again.
"Now, listen. I'm standing tall. Forget about yesterday. I don't want to play that way," he said bringing up last nights incident. I bit my lip nervously.
"But, Coach, they hurt you," Dean defended. I nodded my head.
"Yeah. He busted your knee again for no reason, Coach and we gotta fight back," I chimed in. I didn't want to, but Iceland deserved it. They were cheapskates.
