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Life's tough. Phillip Banks made sure his three children knew that. Oliver was the eldest he was captain of the varsity ice hockey team at Eden Hall. Next came the twins; Adam and Isabella, they both played hockey for the Hawks in peewees. They were Coach Reilly's 'hot shot' players, as he referred to them. Adam was an excellent scorer and Bella was one of the fastest skaters to ever put on the Hawks jersey.
Phillip worked them to the ground, harder than he had ever worked Oliver. Because his eldest son was good, but the twins were the jewels of his eye, for they had the potential to be the best.
All had been well, until Adam and Bella were forced to transfer to the newly christened 'Ducks'. Phillip had wanted them to stop playing altogether and when they wouldn't, he did everything in his power to keep them on the Hawks. But Bombay would not give in.
ADAM P.O.V
Bella and I had negotiated for hours as to whether we should attend our first game as Ducks, one side of them wanted to keep their dignity and the other side wanted to play hockey. Though as usual the side that wanted to play hockey overruled.
When they walked into the change room the team gave them dirty looks. Then on stood up, Conway, I think.
"On behalf of the Ducks I'd like to say–" but he was cut off by the eldest Hall brother.
"Cake Eaters."
"Ooh the Jess-man dissin' the new guys. The Jester." The red headed one said.
"Shut Up Averman."
"It's just a joke" Averman muttered.
"Puttin' on a ducks jersey doesn't mean you are a real duck." Hall said.
The team trudged out.
"They're a great bunch once you get to know 'em," Bombay said
"I bet," Bella huffed.
"Well, suit up. I'll see you on the ice." He said before exiting.
The game went okay. They were reluctant to pass to me and Bella, but they gave in eventually, well most of them did. The eldest Hall, Jesse, I think his name was, is still shunning us. It's a start.
Despite winning, Dad was furious when we got home, and as if we were still children, he sent us to our room's. We used to kick and scream when we got sent up there, then Bella took to sketching to release her anger. I continued to act like a fool, yelling and screaming at no one in particular. That was until knocked over a glass and I saw it shatter. It gave me an idea. I picked up the shards and took them into the ensuite. That night was the first night I cut, and to be entirely honest slicing through the flesh of my wrists felt incredible. Like the way Bella would draw, cutting became my release of all the pent-up frustration building inside of me. The hardest part was keeping it a secret. Keeping it a secret that I was a cutter, that I was a freak.
Things got better after Bella and I got put on Team USA. Or so I thought, because we played our first game against Iceland, the game where I hurt my wrist.
When Coach found out he was understanding, unlike my Dad.
I had pulled out my razors as soon as I got home. No one was the wiser. Even Bella, my sister who knew all my secrets, I had never told.
It was my secret, I wasn't proud of it, but I needed to cut, just like I needed food and water.
A/N: I know what your thinking, it's a bit doom and gloom. Don't worry though, it will get brighter and we will see more of the other characters very soon. Anyway I hope you enjoy the rest of the story which will be set just after the Ducks defeat the Varsity in D3.