Chapter FifteenTyler
Morning skate was wrapping up, and a few of the guys had already headed off to the locker room. Tyler was still on the ice, taking shots at the empty net. Slapshot after slapshot, about half of them bouncing right off the boards behind the net.
He had never missed so many shots in a single practice before.
Frustrated, his face was burning, and he was sweating in his gear. Almost all the team had left the ice, but he continued to take shots at the net. He wasn’t going to leave until he put ten consecutive pucks in the net.
When he was finally satisfied, he headed to the locker room. Turning to the bench, he noticed Kris had been standing there, probably the whole time.
“Tyler, what has you so distracted today?” Kris asked on their way to the locker room.
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