"Eva? Eva! What do you think you're doing just standing around there like a buffoon?" The young blonde girl looked up into her hockey coaches eyes, the unlikely contrast was clearly visible, hers bright crystal blue and his dark misty deep blue. "There's nothing to look at anyway," Wolf Stanson started again. "Not in this dreadful country."
Eva looked around; they were outside of the Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum where the games would be held, sizing up the teams they would be competing against. One team in particular stood out; the teens that would be representing the USA, they were said to be good, but we were better.
They were the Iceland Hockey team, tough, fierce, and merciless. The team was made up of tall, built, and intimidating teenagers; that could have been mistaken for much older. Then there was a lone female, small and petite looking, she looked as if she was in the wrong place, mixed in with all the strong men, but she most certainly was not in the wrong place. Many would say that she was one of the best players on the team. She had to fight just to make it in the lineup, with the other players being appalled that she was female and even had the guts to hold a hockey stick in her hand.
Eva is known as "The Thief" on the ice; you can't see her, you can't hear her, but the second you think you have it in the bag; she comes behind you and steals the puck right from underneath your nose. There hasn't been an opponent yet that she hasn't been able to outscore, outdo, or outskate.
Eva smirks as she sees the American team walking around, looking in amazement, much like she was a few minutes ago, but in her eyes, they looked much more pitiful and bewildered, it was their own country after all. Eva sized up every one of them, from the young Asian boy that looked scared out of his wits, to the two girls who were taking pictures of the giant Junior Goodwill Games logo printed on the top of the building, and finally the tall, medium built, blonde boy walking at the front of the pack by an odd looking man with hair that was turning gray, in a ashen full suit.
The boy had the name "Banks" printed on the back of his sweat suit that they were all wearing, covered in red, white, and blue, with stars on the arms. Eva expected that was their countries colors. While her and the rest of her teammates were all in black uniforms. Much classier in her perspective, but she still couldn't take her eyes off of the so called "Banks" kid. She would be excited to see him on the ice, to see if he was actually as good as his team was hyped up to be.
"Eva! What is with you just standing around today? Are you a player or a statue? Go inside with the rest of the team and get your room assignments." Eva nodded and turned to follow the blonde boys retreating inside the building, until her coach grabbed her forearm, turning her to face him again. "And don't mess this up, walk in, get your keys, keep your eyes down, and don't talk. Got it?" She slowly nodded and glared when she turned back around. Just because she was a girl, she had much less respect then the rest of the team. She was always told to just play, no looking around, no eye contact, and especially no talking to anyone outside of the Iceland team. The only reason she was there was to play. Not to enjoy herself, she had been told more than enough times.
Eva walked into the room that they were told to go to so that they could get their room keys and arrangements. She did what she was told, kept her eyes down and followed the feet of the teammate in front of her. She knew her boundaries, if she defied them, she would never step foot on the ice for Iceland for the tournament. So she kept on walking, but she had lost her teammate that she was following, now just walking blindly with her head down. Until she walked right into someone forcing both of them to stumble backwards, losing their balance and footing, sending them both back a couple steps.
Eva sneaks a look up to see the man she was studying outside, from team USA, she looked into his blue eyes, so innocent, she hasn't seen eyes like that in a while; eyes that didn't hold furry and hatred in them. "I-I'm so sorry, I wasn't looking, I guess." Banks stuttered, sending her a polite smirk. Before she could get any words of apology out too, she was roughly pulled away from the blonde arms into one of her teammates harsh holds dragging her away from the boy in red, white, and blue. Then back to where her team had left to, Eva was scared to look to the face of the bleach blonde from her own country, so she didn't, but she knew what would be descripted on his face, anger and pure hatred, the exact oppose of what was on the boy she crashed into face.
The next couple minutes were a blur, she got yelled at for being associated with an American, then pretty much thrown into her room, where she would stay alone, like usual. Throughout all of this commotion she did what she always did, she went blank; she lost all emotion on her face and would just stand there. She knew her teammates hated that. They wanted to see fear on her face. Though they had never physically hurt her, she doesn't even think they have ever even touched her, besides pounding on her pads when she scored a goal, but she knew that their biggest dream was to break her, emotionally.
So that night when she laid in bed she only had one word passing through her mind…Banks.