The rink was still buzzing long after the final buzzer. Ethan had skated off with the game puck, teammates pounding his back, coaches grinning like kids at Christmas. He had scored twice, assisted once, and blocked a near goal that could have tied the game.
Reporters lined the hall, cameras flashing as players hurried past. Ethan stayed behind in the locker room, peeling off his pads, heart still hammering from the rush of the game. He was wiping sweat from his face when Sam burst in, waving his phone like a victory flag.
Ethan, you’re not going to believe this,” Sam said, shoving the screen toward him.
Ethan frowned. “What is it?
You’re on national news already. Look.
On the screen was a headline from a major sports site: “Young Star Ethan Carter Shines Under Pressure, Scouts Take No
