Walking through the large doors of the hockey arena again causes a slight panic when I recall the only other time I was ever here. Panic isn’t the only thing I feel, though. I don’t know how, but I swear I can feel him.
It’s like this weird awareness and warmth. Like my body knows he is here and wants to find him. This is so weird. Am I excited to see him, or do I want to avoid him for as long as possible? I think to myself.
I catch a glance of myself in the floor-to-ceiling glass walls and smile. Zoey has named herself not only my best friend but now also my fashion manager. She had a plan of action ready before I could even stress myself out with what to wear.
The Mogadore Predators’ team colors are maroon, black, and white, which was awesome for me. The colors complement me perfectly
