Chapter 1: My dad is the new coach. Oh great.

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Kelly's POV:

We are all practising on the ice while waiting for the new coach. I wonder who he is. I go speeding up the ice dodging everyone and aim the puck at the goal I just miss.

I am the fastest player on the team but I have troubles with my aim.

"Watch out man it nearly hit me that time," I hear Goldberg say to Charlie and I roll my eyes.

"Goldberg your the goaly," Charlie says sounding annoyed. "It's supposed to hit you."

"Does that sound stupid to anyone else?" Goldberg questions but he gets no answer.

Suddenly a limo begins to drive out onto the ice. With Terry in the lead we all begin to walk towards the limo. What kind of crazy person drives on the ice?

The others are all protesting as we go on.

A guy in a suit gets out of the limo. He looks familiar to me but I cannot think why.

"Yo dude, you obviously in the wrong hood," Terry says and the man gives him a dirty look. "This is my dominion. This is a drug-free zone you understand? We ain't buying nothing. Now I'm feeling generous today, so I'm gonna let you get your sorry vanilla booty outta here before we be using your eyeballs as hockey pucks."

We all laugh.

"Thanks bro," the man says and we all quite down a little. "But I'm not going home till I take care of business."

As he puts his hand in his pocket the others all back away clearly thinking he is going for a gun. But instead he pulls out a piece of paper. The others all sigh in relief.

"District five peewee hockey team," the man says naming our team. "I'm Gordon Bombay I'm the new coach."

As the others look to me before laughing laugh I freeze. No way. If this is Gordon Bombay. Then this man is my father.

"Yeah right," Terry says clearly not believing it.

"Afraid so dude," Bombay says and the others keep glancing at me. "Got the roster right here: Averman Dave, Bombay Kelly, Conway Charlie, Paul Terry."

When he says my name Bombay looks at me and Connie. Probably wondering which one he abandoned.

"He's the coach," I hear someone say clearly shocked.

"Now here's the long and short of it," Bombay says. "I hate hockey and I don't like kids."

"Well that explains a lot," I whisper but he seems to hear me.

"What's this supposed to be a pep talk?" Peter asks sarcastically.

"Look I'm sure this'll be a real bonding experience," Bombay says. "Maybe one day one of you might write a book about it in jail. Is there a goalie?"

Goldberg answers but informs him it is temporary.

"Thank you for sharing that," Bombay continues.

"No problem," Goldberg says.

"All right," Bombay says. "Get out on the ice. Let me see what you can do."

"Uh just so you know, we really suck," Averman tells Bombay.

"Hey," Bombay says. "I'll decide who sucks around here."

We begin to play but then the others all trip over. I quickly get the puck and race to the goal. I miss unfortunately.

"They really suck," Bombay says.

Averman begins his commentating so on my way back I knock him over. I see Bombay fighting a laugh but I ignore him.

"Hi coach I'm Connie," Connie says and I see Bombay glancing at me now knowing I'm his daughter. "Do you play?"

"No," Bombay says and then he asks about the score.

We all approach again and I stay at the back.

"So what do we do now Coach?" Terry asks.

"What did your old coach have you do?" Bombay asks and I turn away.

"He just yelled a lot," Peter says.

"Yeah thats how he hurt his arm," Terry agrees.

"His arm?" Bombay questions.

"Yeah one minute he's yelling at us," Peter says and then begins to repeat what our coach used to say to us. "You little Bastards! Where'd you learn to play? Oh you suck! Skate you litt-"

He finishes with acting like he is having a heart attack. He hits the ice.

"Heart attack, great," Bombay says clearly not impressed. "All right look I gotta make a phone call. Keep scrimmaging. You, you you, you and you against you five."

I glare at him. "We have names you know."

"I'm sure you do," he replied. "And I'm sure there very nice names. I might even learn em. For now I'll be in my office. Oh and if you need anything fax me."

We all begin to play with the others moaning as they walk around. After a few minutes the others all decide they want a ride so they attack the limo. When they finally get the door open we all squeeze in. Unfourtanetly I am next to Bombay.

"Watch the upholstery!" Bombay says as we all squeeze in.

I reach for some pictures but Bombay snatches them out of my hands. "Don't touch those!"

Everyone began to cheer for a ride.

"I could kill one of them to set an example sir," the driver says.

"No I can handle em Lewis," Bombay replies. "Take em for a spin. Anything."

We all cheer as the man does as he is told.

"Wow I feel like Madonna," Connie says.

"You wish," Jesse replies.

As everyone begins to speak again I begin to smell a terrible smell. Everyone else does as well and then we figure out where its coming from.

"GOLDBERG!" We all yell.

"It wasn't me all right," Goldberg defends myself.

"Open a window," Connie says.

"Oh shoot its my mum," Charlie says and we turn to see not just Charlie's but my mother stood there. "She looks pissed."

Bombay gets out to talk to the women. The aftermath is that Charlie and the others end up leaving. Then my mum turns to my father.

"How dare you Gordon?!" She yells. "How dare you even come near Kelly?"

"It was not my intention," Gordon says and the two glance at me. "I am the new coach of the team."

"I am warning you," mum continues. "You better keep this professional. I will not have you coming near Kelly apart from practise."

He nods. Then my mum turns to me.

"Let's go home Kelly," my mum says taking my hand.

I nod but as we go I glance back at my father. He looks a little disappointed.

When we get home I try to go straight upstairs.

"Kelly," my mum says and I turn back to look at her. "I won't order you to not go to the games because I know how much you love hockey. But please be careful with your dad."

I sigh before nodding then I head upstairs. It is weird seeing the man that I had never met turn up and say that he is our new coach.

We have a game tomorrow but I am worried about how well it will go when we haven't had a proper coach in weeks. I pull out my guitar and strum a few beats.

My phone rings and I see that it is Hans. He has always been like a grandfather to me.

I answer the phone.

"Hey Hans whats up?" I ask him.

"I have heard your father is back in town," he says gently. "I just wanted to make sure you are okay."

I sigh. "Its hard. He doesn't seem to be the guy my mum says he is. He seems different."

"How about instead of believing your mums opinion," he begins. "Wait until you can form your own opinion of him."

I think about it. "Okay thanks Hans I don't know what I would do without you sometimes."

He laughs. "Lets hope you will never have to find out."

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