User blog:SIBUNAOVEREVIL219/Molly and the Hockey Player chapter one

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Nothing compares to the feeling you get when your spinning in the air. Everything happens so fast. It's like twirling plates in the circus-you have to focus on one thing, then another, then another. If one plate falls and breaks, the whole trick fails. But if you keep them twirling, it's the most wonderful feeling.



That all came crashing down as a large figure rammed in to me as I was landing. Before I knew it, I was out of the air and on my back. The cold ice was freezing my skin through my thin wrist length shirt and my back hurt from the impact of the fall. "What the…"



Though it was hard to focus with the room spinning around in circles, the unmistakable sound of hockey skates sliding across the ice triggered something evil in my brain, something that brought out the worst in me. The horrible sound got closer until a head covered by a black helmet hovered over me. A hockey player. That explains everything.



    "Damn, chick. You fell pretty hard," a snarky voice came from underneath the cage. He held out the hand that wasn't holding his hockey stick for me to grab, but I refused it and formed my face in to a scowl. I pushed myself up from the ice and almost slipped, but Mister Hockey grabbed my arm and steadied me. I slapped his hand away and snapped, "I don't need your help," I brushed off the place on my arm he had touched me and continued through gritted teeth, "And I am not a 'chick'."



He gave me a once over and laughed. "Right, so you're a dude, then. Okay, whatever you say, man."



I swear steam must have been coming out of my ears at that point. "I am not a… never mind. You're not worth my time, hockey player," I growled, and began to skate away before he grabbed my arm again.



"My name's not hockey player, dude. It's Chris," he said. He took his mask off and revealed brow-length sandy blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes. He didn't look half bad. For a hockey player. "Do I get the pleasure of knowing yours?"



"Molly."



<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">"Well, Molly. I have to say, you're pretty cute for a dude."

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<p style="margin:0in;font-family:Calibri;font-size:11.0pt">"I'm not a dude!" I almost yelled and hit his arm with my hand. Content with myself, I spun around and skated away. I looked back and saw him shaking his head with a big-ass grin on his face. Hmm, maybe not content. I was half tempted to go back and slap the stupid smile off his face, but he wasn't worth my time. Right?