Ice queen

The Meal Card

Steven’s POV

I reached the McGill University by mid-afternoon. With my suitcase I started a new journey.  I went inside through a stone gate and onto the campus. It looks just as great in person as it did in the brochures and online, and I was immediately impressed by the elegant stone buildings. Hundreds of people, parents hugging and kissing their children goodbye, clusters of freshmen, and a few stragglers, lost and confused, fill the area. The size of the campus was intimidating. Everybody was holding a pamphlet. I went to see what they were distributing. There was a job for athletic assistant recruitment. I decided to sign up for it.

A tall man, wearing a light blue shirt, black pants and a soft pink waistcoat, with large glasses and dark blonde hair was standing right next to the table.

He saw me and said “You are a freshmen right?” “Yes, I am” I said. He thought for some time and said “Freshmen‘s have a lenient schedule and you would be perfect for it, but the position is very hot, you might not be able to get in”

“Why? Is it because the benefits are very good” I said.

“Yes the benefits are good, but what more is appealing is you can see the hockey team on the ice rink”. He said.

That was the only reason I came here; to get into the hockey team. “You fill the form, but it depends on your luck.” He said startling me and taking me out of my thoughts.

I kept my things in my dorm room and went straight to the sports building. It was huge, very huge. Then I saw the picture of my idol Jonathan Toews. “My idol. I hope that one day I can be like you and be a world class hockey athlete. And let more people know the strength of the Canadian hockey team.”

Janice’s POV

I reached the girl’s dorm of the McGill University. I went straight to my dorm room B22, C hall, to find my other best friend Abby. The room was too big to be a dorm room. The room had a blue and white combination, a large light blue couch with grey throw pillows, 3 single beds and 3 desks which meant that we would have another roommate.

“The room’s too nice, isn’t it?” I said to my best friend. She ran towards me with a big grin on her face and kissed my cheek. “Nissy! I missed you so much!”

“I specially came early to decorate it for you, how’s it?” she said smiling.

“Not bad. You have done a great job.” I said grinning at her.

I took out my skates and hanged them right beside my bed. I missed skating, a lot.

“Hey! I’ll be going to take a shower, I smell awful.” “Our dorm’s showerhead broke, the dorm monitor said they can only come tomorrow and fix it” Abby said scowling.

“But I can’t just be stinky the whole day” I said whining. Great! I was whining the very first day.

“I heard from the neighboring dorm you can shower in the campus’s gym. Why don’t you try there?” she said.

“Alright then, the gym is it.”

After setting my thing’s for the whole afternoon I decided to go take a hot shower. I took my things and went to find the campus gym. After wandering and asking for directions for about 10 minutes, I found the campus’s gym. Yay! 

I opened a huge wooden door and went inside. Everything was dark. “DAMN! Today’s been full of bad luck” I said to myself. I saw a door with a flour cent sign. It was shower sign. THANKGOD! I went inside the first shower room and striped out of my clothes. I switched the shower on and set it to a warm mode.

It felt so good. My muscles were relaxing in the hot water, all the stress and exhaustion was leaving my body.

“Hey bro, lend me your shampoo, I didn’t bring any” a guy’s voice said startling me, GREAT! I was in the boy’s shower room.

The soap slipped and went to his side. “What’s this?” he kicked the soap to my side. Bastard!

“Soap? I don’t need Soap, I said shampoo!”

“What should I do” I thought to myself. I picked my shampoo and kicked it. HUH!

“Ouch! Calm down dude!” he said chuckling.

“Hey! Bro, what major are you in?” “Your shampoo smells good, it’s like girls shampoo” he said, sounding curious.

Without answering, I wore my clothes, picked my things up and ran out of the shower room.

I heard a voice “c***k” s**t! I stepped on something.

Then I saw, it was a meal card, not just anybody’s but STEVEN EVAN’S.