Amalia Anderson
He texted me, "Hey, gear up... tomorrow will be training on the ice," the asshole just commanded me to do as he said, without a small introduction or greeting. All caveman, demanding... I am unsure if he is the right trainer for me; maybe all this hockey and hits have him concussed.
I slumped on the couch, and closed my eyes. We start school in a week, yet I have the reading material for all my classes. I am not a brainiac, but I like to get ahead. In case a competition comes my way, I won´t get behind. Better have a steady pace from the start and keep it up, than rush around.
My arms felt like lead; I didn´t even have the strength to pick up my phone to order food. My stomach protested, and thankfully, the door opened at that moment. "Yo! You are here!" Mase said, and
