Disclaimer: I don't own anyone that happened to be in the movie.
Claimer: I do, however, own Shea, Beccy, and Sammie.

"Well, might as well introduce everybody." Portman said. "Wait one minute." I said, falling to the ground. "Okay, you can kill me now." Sorry, but I'm not about to kill my baby sister. Can you see everybody?" he asked. I rolled my eyes and nodded. He's 5 minutes older than me. Big deal.

"Ok. left to right. That's Julie, Dwayne, Guy, Connie, Fulton, Adam, Russell, Luis, Averman, Goldberg, Kenny and Charlie."

I waved. "Could one of you nice people be so kind as to kill me? Please?"

"No, they won't. 'Cause if they do, I'll hurt them." my brother threatened. "Meanie." "Get up" "Here. Lemme help you." Charlie offered his hand. "Thanks." I smiled at him, accepting his hand.

The rest of the afternoon was okay. I made it through the day without any more run-ins with any of the Varsity players. Riley in particular.

"Excuse me, but could you tell me where I can find Coach Orion?" I asked the man standing by the rink.

"That would be me, why?" he said.

"I'm Shea Portman. I'm a transfer student from Chicago." I said. "You're the new player?" he asked. I nodded.

"Wait a minute, did you say your last name was Portman?" I nodded. "Are you any relation to Dean Portman?" "That lug head? Unfortunately, yes. He's my brother. Twin brother to be exact."

"Fun. Well, you might as well go change and come back. If you're lucky, the rest of the team will be down here soon." he sighed. "Kay. Be back in two shakes." I smiled and ran off.

By the time everybody else had gotten down to the rink, I'd already done 9 laps and was almost done with my 10th. "Hey Coach. Who's the new kid?" I heard Guy ask.

"That would be me." I said, taking my helmet off. "Well, at least it isn't some stuck up snob." Russell said. "Can you play?"

"No, I'm just standing here for my health." I said sarcastically. "Of course I can play. If I couldn't, do you really think I'd be here?"

"Let's see you shoot the puck." Luis said. "Gimme a stick and the puck and I will."

"Here. You can use my stick." Adam said. "Thanks.

"Now, am I shooting ice towards the goal, or my foot?" Julie started laughing.

"Goldberg, toss her the puck." Charlie said.

"Here. You can shoot this." Russell said.

"Ok. Here goes." I shot the puck and then heard a crash. I looked up. "Awe shit." I muttered. "There goes another window."

"ANOTHER?!?!" everybody yelled.

"What's going on in here? Who broke the window?" Coach Orion asked.

"Not me!" they all said.

"Well, I guess I'll be the mature one and fess up to my sins. I broke the window Coach. I'm sorry." I said."

"How?" he asked. "Playing hockey." I replied.

"You shot that puck and it broke that window?" he looked shocked. I nodded.

"I've also broken 13 car windows, 20 house windows and that's just on my apartment complex, somewhere around 500 windows in 17 different hockey stadiums, 3 jaws, 45 fingers, 19 toes, 9 helmets, and 10 pairs of glasses. And most of those were just my own team mates. So I've broken somewhere around 600 things." I counted off. "You see, I sort of have a temper problem."

My brother snorted, but I chose to ignore it.

Coach Orion looked like his eyes were about to fall out of his head. "Ok. Let's start." he said.