Penelope's POV
Tryouts are everything I expected and nothing I prepared for.
Coach Martinez doesn't believe in easing players into the program. Within the first hour, she has us running drills that would make professional athletes weep. She's a small woman with dark hair and eyes that miss nothing, skating between us .
"Hale!" she barks, stopping in front of me as I finish a passing drill. "You're favoring your right side. Fix it or sit down."
I nod and adjust my stance, grateful that she's treating me like any other player instead of the charity case I sometimes feel like.
The scrimmage portion is where things get interesting.
I'm assigned to the white jerseys, playing against girls who've been on varsity since freshman year. These aren't community rink players these are athletes wh
