Kyle
We finish practice at about four, but I decide to stay longer and work some more on my shooting. I’ve been favoring my strong side, the way we all probably do, but I know I shouldn’t.
By the time I finish, even my coach’s left and the older guy, cleaning the ice yells at me from the top of the big machine he’s driving.
“Hey, Kyle.”
“Yes, Sir?”
I lift my protection gear off my helmet and he shakes his head.
“Wrap it up for today, boy. I ‘aint staying all night because of you. “
I laugh and shake my head, but still, gather all my stuff and head for the showers.
The school’s empty by now and I type a message to Jeremy if he wants to meet later. Although later would probably mean late, and I assume he’d say no.
I take my clothes off and once I do, I realize my feet are numb
