The Story of Us
Chapter 2: Cake Eater
By: WoopWoop87
The crowd cheered on the opposite side of the rink as the hawks skated out in perfect formation. Everything about the hawks was perfect, their uniforms all with numbers and their names embroidered on the back. Their helmets were shined and their skates neatly tied. The drills they did were organized and made them look like winners. The crowd began to cheer the hawk's anthem, "Win, win, win, win…"
Guy took a seat next to Jesse and on the other side of him sat Connie. Averman, Goldberg and Charlie filed in next to her. They watched the hawks practice in awe, how could a bunch of 7-12 year olds skate so well?
Adam Banks followed his dad down the stairs to find two empty seats on the hawk side. He looked down at the ice to see his brother skating around the rink. Adam dreamt of being the greatest hockey player, to out do his brother who was the star of the team. His brother was so perfect and Adam had so much to live up to. He would have to excel in school work, leadership, and sports to name a few. He would have to win the Minnesota State Championship when his time came. Adam looked across the ice to the other side of the crowd. They were rooting for the worst team in Minnesota pee wee hockey history, District 5. That side was rather empty a few parents here and there and little brothers and sisters who rooted their siblings on. The hawk side was packed with fans of the team from all over town; all of these people were important, lawyers, scouts, agents all the people who mattered.
His eyes focused on a group of 5 or 6 children around his age. They didn't seem excited to see their home team lose, they seemed excited to see an actual hockey game. He waved to them feeling a connection and the group waved for him to come sit with them. But his dead pulled him away to go sit with Mr. Ducksworth an old family friend. "Cake Eater," Jesse sighed as Adam blew them off.
"What's a cake eater?" Connie asked still getting used to the areas lingo.
"A cake eater is a name Jesse gave to rich snobs." Guy explained.
"Well why cake eater?" Connie said still confused.
"Because of that old French Lady who got her head chopped off." Jesse said as he slapped the guys high five.
"What about her?"
"My mom told me that she said 'let us eat cake' and she was really rich."
"Oh, I get that, so are all the hawks cake eaters?"
"Only the mean ones," Guy replied.
"Which is pretty much all of them," Jesse finished.
The District 5 team skated out all were a little shaky and fell down repeatedly. The uniforms were all mismatched and there was no official name. On the back of the hooded sweatshirt or shirt was masking tape with their names in permanent maker. Their sticks were taped from areas with splinters and weak joints.
The game went rather quickly, the District 5 players would skate a few feet and then fall. The goalie who didn't have proper protection dodged the fast flying pucks and the players weren't exactly sure of how to get the puck away from the hawks. The final score was 9-0 hawks.
"So I guess our area isn't the best at hockey, huh?" Connie asked as they walked out of the arena.
"We've never won a game," Guy sighed.
"Or scored a goal," Jesse added.
"Wow," Connie sighed in disbelief.
"Come on sweetie, it's time to go," Connie's mother said as she said good bye to the other mothers.
"I'll see you tomorrow," Connie said to the guys as she walked away.
"Good bye," Guy said as he kissed her hand like a gentlemen.
"Bye," she giggled.
"Wuss breath," the guys teased as she walked away.
"Shut up," Guy said with a giggle.
A/N: Another short one but it will get longer soon.