Pekka's Story
Bethany Dusseau
BANG! The puck rickashayed off of the boards. The Left Winger brought the puck behind the net and tired a one time. CLICK! It bounced off Pekka's stick. The Center caught the rebound. He shuffled to the opposite side. The Center shot. Jean caught it in his glove hand and held onto it. The referee blew his whistle. The face-off went to Pekka's left hash. He turned around to look at the clock Ten Seconds. The referee dropped the puck. The Left Wing got it Nine. He skated towards the net. Eight. Sven, the left defensmen skated up. The Winger kept coming. Seven Sven tried to challenge the Winger. The Winger dodged him and kept coming. Six. The Winger shot at Pekka's five hole. Pekka shuffled his left skate over to close it. He took the puck with his stick and stick handled it. Four. Three. Two. One. Buuuuuuuuuzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Pekka sighed. Finally it was over. The game was finally over. It was a huge relief. He turned and looked at the score board. He'd gotten a shut out. Sure, he had gotten shut outs before, but this was different. He felt as if their had been 200 shots on goal. His whole team got in a line to shake hands. "Pekka," Sakari, the team's captain, called from behind, "That was unreal. You had to have gotten seventy or eighty shots. I think we only three or four on the other team. That was awesome." "Thanks." Pekka replied. Once they were done shaking hands, everyone returned to the locker room. Pekka didn't really like to talk to people all that much, so he just took off his pads quietly and went out to find his dad. "Pekks, 74 shots." Coach called out to him. "Seventy four shots?" "Yep. I don't think I ever seen a goalie play like that. That was amazing. And you wanted Saku to play tonight." Pekka just smiled. All he really wanted to do was go home and fall asleep. He continued his way to find his dad. "Pekka, nice game.'' his dad said. "I think that that's the best I've ever seen you play." "Thanks" he said in return along with a smile. They didn't live that far from the rink, only a block or two, so they walked home in silence. It looked like it was going to snow. They were lucky that it hadn't already snowed. Usually the snow started at the beginning of November. Soon they reached their house. It was an older house, probably made in the '30's, with stairs leading to the front door. One of the best things about the house was its view. It overlooked the Baltic Sea. Pekka walked in and put his hockey bag in the garage.
BANG! The puck rickashayed off of the boards. The Left Winger brought the puck behind the net and tired a one time. CLICK! It bounced off Pekka's stick. The Center caught the rebound. He shuffled to the opposite side. The Center shot. Jean caught it in his glove hand and held onto it. The referee blew his whistle. The face-off went to Pekka's left hash. He turned around to look at the clock Ten Seconds. The referee dropped the puck. The Left Wing got it Nine. He skated towards the net. Eight. Sven, the left defensmen skated up. The Winger kept coming. Seven Sven tried to challenge the Winger. The Winger dodged him and kept coming. Six. The Winger shot at Pekka's five hole. Pekka shuffled his left skate over to close it. He took the puck with his stick and stick handled it. Four. Three. Two. One. Buuuuuuuuuzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Pekka sighed. Finally it was over. The game was finally over. It was a huge relief. He turned and looked at the score board. He'd gotten a shut out. Sure, he had gotten shut outs before, but this was different. He felt as if their had been 200 shots on goal. His whole team got in a line to shake hands. "Pekka," Sakari, the team's captain, called from behind, "That was unreal. You had to have gotten seventy or eighty shots. I think we only three or four on the other team. That was awesome." "Thanks." Pekka replied. Once they were done shaking hands, everyone returned to the locker room. Pekka didn't really like to talk to people all that much, so he just took off his pads quietly and went out to find his dad. "Pekks, 74 shots." Coach called out to him. "Seventy four shots?" "Yep. I don't think I ever seen a goalie play like that. That was amazing. And you wanted Saku to play tonight." Pekka just smiled. All he really wanted to do was go home and fall asleep. He continued his way to find his dad. "Pekka, nice game.'' his dad said. "I think that that's the best I've ever seen you play." "Thanks" he said in return along with a smile. They didn't live that far from the rink, only a block or two, so they walked home in silence. It looked like it was going to snow. They were lucky that it hadn't already snowed. Usually the snow started at the beginning of November. Soon they reached their house. It was an older house, probably made in the '30's, with stairs leading to the front door. One of the best things about the house was its view. It overlooked the Baltic Sea. Pekka walked in and put his hockey bag in the garage.