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I want to, but there’s a lot going on right now with finals. I need to get an A on the Anatomy exam. Can’t you just keep tutoring me? I think I’ll ace this test with your help, but I need to stay focused.
From: SkatrGirlPen
To: WinTheDay067
Yeah… of course I’ll keep tutoring you.
Two weeks before Win graduates…
From: WinTheDay067
To: SkatrGirlPen
Pen,
I’ve been staring at this blank email for the last few hours, struggling with what to say, so I’m just going to say it.
I’m moving… internationally.
I don’t know where I’m going or how long I’ll be gone, but correspondence will be too difficult to keep up any longer, and this is goodbye.
Thank you for tutoring me through anatomy. I aced my last exam.
Chapter Three
Slade
I had stayed up late to make sure I had all the plays memorized this morning before practice. Every few minutes, I caught myself watching the clock wind down to six am, knowing that Penelope would be out on the ice by then.
My finger itched to close the playbook and head down to the stadium, even if only to watch her skate, but I’ve been given the opportunity to redeem myself and play with one of the best teams in the NHL.
I need to prove to Sam Roberts and Coach Bex that they didn’t make a mistake bringing me up from the farm team.
A few hours later, I walk into the locker room. This is my first time seeing a locker room full of players. I recognize faces from watching televised games and interviews.
In the back corner, I see Seven Wrenley and Reeve Aisa, our two goalies, discussing something.
Sitting in front of their lockers, changing for practice, I see Brent Tomlin, our left defense, Lake Powers, our left wing, and Kaenan Altman, our right defense.
I recognize more as I survey the players and then head toward my locker, which I spotted yesterday when I was here while the team had the day off.
The door behind me opens, and Briggs Conley strolls in, passing me with his team duffel bag slung over his back.
He flashes a look over his shoulder as he walks by and then realizes that I’m the new guy.
“Hey, Matthews, welcome to the team,” he says, stopping for a second and turning slightly back towards me. That gets the attention of several other players, who now notice my arrival, too, and all give nods or slight waves in my direction as well. “Do you know where your locker is? It’s next to mine,” he asks.
“Yeah. I came in yesterday to take a look around. Thanks,” I tell him.
A side door opens from inside the locker room, taking Conley’s attention, which is fine with me. I don’t need a welcoming committee. I just need to get out on the ice and show everyone that I deserve to be here.
Coach Bex walks out with two of his assistant coaches trailing behind him.
I met them all yesterday briefly after their morning coaches’ staff meeting.
Conley turns back around and makes a beeline for his locker. I follow his general direction and head for my own locker.
Practice starts soon, and the last thing I need to do is be late for it.
