Daelan's POV
The day of the competition finally arrived as the locker room was alive with energy, the kind of tense anticipation that always hit before a big game.
The muffled roar of the crowd outside vibrated through the walls, horns blaring and music thumping from the rink. My teammates were scattered across the room, lacing skates, pulling on padded gear, cracking last-minute jokes to ease the pressure. I sat on the bench, methodically tightening the straps on my shin guards, trying to keep my focus sharp.
The door burst open and the chatter dimmed. Margaret and her entourage of girls swept in like they owned the place, their perfume immediately filling the air. Margaret walked straight up to me, her glossy lips curved in that confident smile that never quite reached her eyes.
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