I woke up this morning, nervous as hell. Today was my first day at my camp. If you are wondering what type of camp it is, it's a hockey camp, for goalies only. Last time I went, there was only three girls and like fourty guys. When you are a girl at a hockey camp full of boys, you kinda want to do everything perfectly to show them that girls can be as good as boys and to impress them as well. At least I have one of my best friends with me. She's not nervous at all. Did I forget to mention that, the camp is right in the middle of tryouts and that school starts next week? I don't think so. I have so much stress in my life right now, the feeling in your tummy never leaves.
I got out of bed and went downstairs to make myself some breakfast. I ate a toast with Nutella on it and a glass of milk. I packed my hockey bag and went upstairs to get dressed. I decided to wear yoga pants shorts, a baggy t-shirt and my new black and white Converse. I put my contact lenses on and filled my water bottle. I took a quick glance at the clock to realise it is already time to leave.

I jumped in the car beside my dad who drove me to the arena. The head coach just looked at me and just checked his list. He knows my name so I don't have to tell him. He's been coaching me since I am Novice so 8 years old, and I'm 14 right now. So he's been coaching me how to be a good goalie for 6 years now, wow!

I went past the front doors pulling my hockey bag behind me, my leg pads on my shoulders and stick in hand. I saw my best friend waiting for me near the stairs leading to the changing rooms. She snatched my stick from my hands and ran downstairs with it. I rolled my eyes whiile my dad took my bag and went downstairs as well. So I'm at the top of the stairs with only my new pads on my shoulder.

I am now downstairs hugging my dad tightly saying my goodbyes before I go in the changing room that smells like sweat and pee. I took my bag back and followed my friend that was leading me to the 'G' room a.k.a. the girls only room. We walked past the benches occupied by all the camp's mentors. We entered the changing room. She placed my stick leaning on the wall and showed me the way to her hockey bag. I dropped my pads beside it and sat down on the bench. I took my under-armour out and changed and started to get dressed. Right now, my best friend and I are the only girls in the room. Oh God. I placed the pads on my legs and started to attach the straps when I heard the door open. I looked up to see a girl walking in shyly and sitting at the other end of the room. She is smaller than us and looks younger than us too.

"What grade are you guys going to be in?" she asked us while getting dressed

"9th grade what about you?" Emilie, my best friend asked her

"6th" I couldn't believe it. Why is she here? Maybe the head coach, Andrew, decided that she would be with older goalies?

The zamboni doors are closing and a wave of goalies skate on the ice.

"Um, Emy, those are all younger goalies"

"Yeah I know!" she said with a frown. Whatever if they are younger! I came here to be in shape again for the tryouts. So all that counts is that I train to be top shape for the tryouts tonight.

We did some skating drills that completely killed me (see how out of shape I am?)

I'm exhausted! My legs are dead, I'm breathing heavily and it's only the first day! I hope he just made us work harder today because it's Monday, he's the kind of guy that would do that. I packed my hockey bag and changed back to my normal clothes. I waved goodbye to the two girls and left. My Mom wants me to rest this afternoon for the tryouts tonight. I'm really nervous. At least, the goalie skills, the tryouts for goalies only, are over!

I went back home and opened my hockey bag and hanged my equipement so it dries. I lied down on my couch and relaxed a bit, listening to my iPod.

I'm really nervous. Right now, I'm packing my bag. I put the last piece of equipement in my bag and zipped it shut. I went over to the fridge and took my water bottle out. My dad grabbed my bag and went outside to put in the car.

"Good luck sweetheart"

"Thanks mom" I hugged her and left, grabbing my pads and stick on the way.

It went pretty well. No goal went in but at the same time I didn't have a lot of shots.

"How many times do I need to tell you that you didn't have many shots because you knew how to control your rebounds!" My dad told me for the 100th time already.

"Ok, fine, whatever you say dad" He just sighed and focused back on the road.

"How did it go?" My mom yelled from the kitchen when we arrived back home.

"Great! I had a shutout!"

"I'm so happy for you!" she smiled sweetly at me.

"Thanks... even though I didn't have many shots..." I saw from the corner of my eyes my dad rolling his eyes. We then sat down and ate dinner.

I am now laying in bed thinking of my hockey filled day and about tomorrow's tryouts and next thing you know, I'm drifting off to sleep

A/N: Hello guys! So just letting you know that the things I wrote actually happened to me a few weeks ago. So everything is true except the part with the boy that will come later on in this book. Thanks for reading, I hope you like it!

~theawesomegoalie31~