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My Dream.
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Book 2 The ice cold air fills my lungs.
Even with my eyes closed I can feel the power.
The crowd’s cheers and jests.
The feeling of belonging.
Letting the cold touch my body, it fills me with dread
Although dread is what I feel, I feel happy as well as pride.
I finally made it, this is my time.
Opening my eyes I look up and lock eyes with the referee.
He points to me, as I nod my head.
He points the other way.
Then looks back to the two men before him.
That’s when I see it.
The dark rubbery plastic puck.
It’s in his right hand.
If there is anything that I start to hate, it’s that puck.
That one item of the game, that one peace that I must stop.
I must stop the puck.
It must stop before me.
THIS IS MY CREASE!
