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Unlucky Edges
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I woke up late, around ten a.m. I was past my normal time for waking on game day. I went downstairs and everyone else was already up. My mom was out walking the dog, my dad at work and my sister was watching television. I opened the pantry door and it creaked like normal. Inside it smelled of sugar and cereal. I grabbed two “ding-dongs” and went to the fridge. I poured myself a glass of milk and walked into the living room. My sister was watching something on VH1 or something and I wanted to watch Sportscenter. I ate my breakfast slowly and the milk cleaned the chocolate out of my teeth. As I sat there, absentmindedly-watching TV, my mom walked into the house. She was wide-awake after her walk with the dog. My dog’s shiny black coat glistened with snow as she sniffed me and wagged her tail. I walked upstairs after I finished cleaning up my breakfast and I brushed my teeth. I put on some new clothes and looked at my watch, 10:45. We would be leaving for my hockey game soon. We were playing Stoughton at 12:15 in Stoughton. They aren’t in our team’s league so the game won’t even count in the standings. Our team was in second place in the league and we were in a good spot to go to state. I thought about all this as I walked down the stairs. My sister had left the room so I turned on my XBOX and started to play NHL 2002. My mom told me we had to get going so I turned off the game. I walked into the mudroom to pick up my bag and sticks. I opened the door to the garage and walked out. My dad already had the Tahoe running in the driveway. I tossed my stuff in the back and hopped in the backseat. It was a thirty-minute ride to Stoughton and I was drowsy on the way there. I drank a Pepsi and quickly came to my senses. Our team hadn’t played Stoughton this year and it wasn’t even a league game. My mind wasn’t on the game today it was looking forward to the State Tournament. The rink smelled like any other rink, and looked the same except for the funky locker rooms. The room was small and the walls were purple, the high school’s colors. Everything was going along well and I didn’t have any bad feelings. Our team felt confident as we dressed for the game. Looking across the locker room I saw a sea of blue and yellow Flyer’s jerseys. Coach walks in the door and wits for us to settle down. He starts talking about our mistakes and what we need to do to beat this team. Everyone in the room was stone faced. We got up all ready to hurt some people. Our team slowly pours onto the ice and then explodes in a flash of steel. My old Vapors cut into the ice as I skate around the rink. The newly sharpened blades spray snow into the air as I come to a stop at the face off circle.
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