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Fire On Ice
I ran my hand along my home jersey, staring at the name across the back. I reminded myself it wasn’t about me, Zoe Reid, it was about the team. Slowly, I pulled the jersey over my gear, slapping my helmet on my head and jamming my hands in my gloves. I smiled and made my way to the ice. It was hockey time.
We lined up, with me at right defense. The opposing team were the Warriors. Their jerseys were silver and a bold blue. Suddenly, a Warriors player slammed into our right wing. There was the shriek of a whistle and he was given a penalty. His coach yelled at the referee and they immediately began arguing. The opposing center, Kane, skated over to me.
“How many goals do you have this season? Zero, right?” he asked sarcastically.
“No! I’m actually the leading scorer on the team,” I snapped.
He rolled his eyes. “Liar! Hockey is for boys. Girls should just do figure skating.”
“I’m going to score off this faceoff and when I do, you’ll be running back to your bench in a flood of tears. Understand?” Laughing, he skated back to his position. The ref returned and dropped the puck.
My centerman won the faceoff and flipped the puck to the right wing who dropped it back to me. I worked it up the boards and snapped it to my defensive partner, who immediately flicked it back. I brought my stick up and let it fly. The puck whizzed right above the keeper’s glove and into the net!
I pumped my fist and cheered. Kane broke his stick, furious.
We beat them and Kane really did cry, but still gave me a five at the end. It felt great to prove I could play a “boy's’” sport. Sadie Pernod
Grade 7
Ms. McGuire
Lakewood Catholic Academy