Naeva Quinn

The slow walk home made me feel really nauseous, the boys had still not given me their permission to play but I wasn't going to let them think for long. How hard could hockey be? I got home, tip-toeing to my room window where I could sneak in, I slipped inside, careful to land softly on the carpet, and closed the window behind me. My jacket was stiff from frost, and cold mist clung to my body as though I had dragged the winter air inside with me.

Immediately I stepped further ...