Kimberly:
I sat down for the rest of the match, arms folded, eyes following the puck like a hawk. The Vipers were playing dirty. I didn’t know enough of the rules yet, but I saw one of them ram into another player. That had to be foul, but Coach William didn’t say a thing. He just shook his head, and the game continued as if nothing had happened.
“Why aren’t you cheering?” Humphrey asked, watching the game as closely as I was.
“I’m tired,” I mumbled back. For the rest of the match, he had been making me take pictures, and for good measure, he’d inspect them and make me delete the unflattering ones. He had no concept of the word ‘privacy’. Well, my phone was low, and finally he could get off my back.
It was just practice, and both the Vipers and Icehawks were neck and neck with three
