Disclaimer: The only thing I own is Becky Brooks, who is based off of me. Disney owns everything else.

My first fanfic ever! I'm excited! I hope you like it. Please read it and let me know if I should keep it going.

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"Hey kids!" Herb Brooks yelled so everyone in the house, and maybe even the one next door, could here him, "Get your butts down here, we've got a family meeting!"

We were in Danny's room playing table hockey. There was me, Becky, the oldest at 16 years old and Kelly, who is the youngest at 10 years old on one side with our 12 year old brother, Danny who was on a team by himself and still kicking our butts when we heard our father call. We stopped our game immediately and glared at each other with a which-one-of-you-did-what look on our faces.

We all walked sown the stairs taking heavy steps. We stopped when we saw our parents sitting on the couch in the living room.

"Come on over kids, have a seat." Said our mom, Patti.

"Are we in trouble or something?" I asked as I sat down in my favorite recliner.

"No. Why? Do you feel guilty?" Dad teased me.

"I'm not at liberty to say." Danny joked back. We all had a good laugh.

"So what's this all about, Dad?" I asked.

"Well, 'member when I went to Colorado for an interview to coach the USA Olympic hockey team?" Dad asked. We all nodded.

"Well, Walter called me back and told me I got the job." Dad finished.

A series of "Wow! Really? Congrats!" Came from the three of us.

I ran to my Dad and hugged him, "I'm so happy for you Dad!"

"Thank you Sweetheart. Oh, and I wanted to talk to you especially. You two can go if you want." Dad said referring to Danny and Kelly.

"Ok, Dad!" they exclaimed running up the stairs to finish their game. I sat down next to my dad.

"Becky, I know you've been trying to get a job and how tough it's been for you." See, although I was 16 I looked like I was 14 years old. I always looked two years younger than I really was. "So I'm offering you a job to help me out when I coach the hockey team. I'd pay you at least $5 an hour and when school starts up again I can cut you some slack so you can finish your homework and do whatever you need to do. But it would really mean a lot to me."

I smiled at my dad, "Really? Yeah, of course I'll do it! Thanks so much, Daddy!" I hugged my father again, then quickly added, "One quick question though. Like, what kind of work would I do?"

"Oh, just odd jobs here and there, like an assistant manager. And you'll be getting your driver's license soon, so you can go somewhere if I need you to."

"Ok, thank you, Daddy, so much!"

"Thank you, Becky."

"Sure Dad! Anything to hang out with hott hockey players," I joked to my dad.

"Don't even start thinking that way!" Dad yelled in mock anger. As I went up stairs I laughed at my dad so he could here me.