Amalia Anderson
Andrew told me to go back home, that I should calm down, and take deep breaths... but the only thing that will help me soothe this anger, this livid feeling of despair, is the cold, smooth, white, crisp ice under my blades.
I know they have a game tomorrow, and because of it, the Igloo should be empty. They don´t train a day before the games; instead, they do some light training in the morning and rest to be ready for the game the following day.
I quickly made my way to the Igloo and entered through the player's door. I always carry my ID with me. I didn´t have my bag, so I went to the equipment closet and grabbed a pair of skates. I laced them up and headed to the ice.
I closed my eyes and stepped into the rink. The skates were not mine, thus they were not the perfe
