A Dream Come True
Ch. 1 – The First Time
I couldn't believe what was happening! It was the best thing that I think could ever happen to a girl, or maybe not the best thing but maybe even the worst thing. Wait, I'm doing it again, I'm getting way ahead of myself here. Let me explain everything the way it all went down, but most importantly let me introduce myself. My name is Jennifer McGuire (but all my friends call me Jenny), I'm 17 years old and I'm from Tampa Bay, Florida, I play hockey, and was just offered a full scholarship to Boston College. It all seems pretty good right? But also pretty overwhelming too. I'm in Boston now which is how I got into the huge mess I'm in right now. I'm staying with my aunt and uncle here for a little while because of a camp that I am participating in through this NECDL program that my uncle suggested I partake in to improve some more on my skills. (BTW, NECDL stands for New England College Development League.) Anyway, it all started at the beginning of the summer during this camp. I was at the rink practicing with my friend Megan from Boston one night when one of our coaches suggested that we stay for the next hour for the extra ice.
"Hey ladies, how about staying the next hour for the extra ice time?" our coach suggested.
"It's just going to be a few boys and two or three of our coaches to just work on some basic skills, nothing too forceful."
"Why not it won't kill us, right?" I replied.
"Sure I guess not, what else do we have to do." Megan said thrilled
Both Megan and I agreed to stay. The only catch was that we were skating with the boy's team. I had played with boys before in pick up games throughout the past few years at my hometown rink as well as when I started out playing hockey, because there were no girls leagues. When we stepped on the ice and started skating around in warm ups I felt a sudden rush of adrenalin hit me like a bus. The so called "boys" we were skating around with weren't the "boys" I had in mind. These "boys" the coach had described were guys around the same age as Megan and I. At first they were no distraction until Megan pointed out a certain individual.
"Hey Jen, that one over there in the green shirt, number three, I went to school with him a few years back." Megan informed me.
I asked curiously, "What's his name?"
"Mark Stedman." She replied.
She told me she had gone to school with him at one point and that she was acquainted with him. From that point on I became distracted for many different reasons. He was a remarkable skater and had a cluster of skill. In every move and play he made he appealed to me to be sort of arrogant but graceful at the same time. It was hard to describe how I felt and to keep my eyes off of him the rest of the practice. I knew there had to be some way to get him, and I was going to find it!