Notes: If you want to know what Marcy looks like look at the assembly. She's sitting in front of Dwayne. I've figured out the ending of this fic. It'll be interesting. There is of course a sequel but we aren't even close to talking about that. I also remembered that the Varsity practice jerseys didn't have numbers. Oops!
It's Raining Golf Balls
It was a few weeks later. Nothing weird has happened since the light fell. Maybe the others were right. Maybe it was an accident.
I walked into the locker room early for practice. I like hockey practice. It's something to get the mind off school for awhile. I walked to my locker and found it barely locked. Strange I always lock my locker.
I opened it not sure, what I would find. It looked fine. Maybe I had not locked it tightly. I pulled out my warrior jersey. Someone had cut out one of the nines. The one number I hated and yet couldn't forget. It was my number on the Hawks and Jesse's number on the Ducks. They also removed the C. I guess that theory about it being an accident is false.
I tossed it back into the locker. I shouldn't have left it in there. I found my practice jersey not damaged. I go through way too many jerseys. I grabbed the wrecked jersey. I had to tell Wilson about this.
I knocked on the door. "Come in." He called.
I walked in and put the wrecked jersey on his desk. He picked it up and looked at it. "Don't tell me it's happening again." He said.
"Looks like it." I said.
He sighed. "I'll get you a new jersey by the game Friday. Just start locking your locker better."
"Can't lock it any better then I have been."
"I'm going to tell the Dean." He said. "Until then go get ready for practice."
I left his office and headed to the locker room. Most of the team was already there by then. I changed into my practice uniform. I'd tell the others about the wrecked jersey later.
I grabbed my hockey stick and joined the others on the ice making sure to firmly lock my locker.
When we were on the ice, golf balls fell from the ceiling. We all ducked. None of us had our hockey helmets on.
"What's going on?" Fulton asked holding up one of the golf balls. There was a nine written on it.
"They all have nines or sixes on them." Julie confirmed.
"Nines." I said quietly.
"Huh?" Jason Larson asked.
"I think they are supposed to be nines." I said louder. "Someone cut out one of the nines off my jersey and took the C off." I explained.
"They are back." Charlie said.
***
Sorry for the shortness of the chapter. Hit a writers block right there.
It's Raining Golf Balls
It was a few weeks later. Nothing weird has happened since the light fell. Maybe the others were right. Maybe it was an accident.
I walked into the locker room early for practice. I like hockey practice. It's something to get the mind off school for awhile. I walked to my locker and found it barely locked. Strange I always lock my locker.
I opened it not sure, what I would find. It looked fine. Maybe I had not locked it tightly. I pulled out my warrior jersey. Someone had cut out one of the nines. The one number I hated and yet couldn't forget. It was my number on the Hawks and Jesse's number on the Ducks. They also removed the C. I guess that theory about it being an accident is false.
I tossed it back into the locker. I shouldn't have left it in there. I found my practice jersey not damaged. I go through way too many jerseys. I grabbed the wrecked jersey. I had to tell Wilson about this.
I knocked on the door. "Come in." He called.
I walked in and put the wrecked jersey on his desk. He picked it up and looked at it. "Don't tell me it's happening again." He said.
"Looks like it." I said.
He sighed. "I'll get you a new jersey by the game Friday. Just start locking your locker better."
"Can't lock it any better then I have been."
"I'm going to tell the Dean." He said. "Until then go get ready for practice."
I left his office and headed to the locker room. Most of the team was already there by then. I changed into my practice uniform. I'd tell the others about the wrecked jersey later.
I grabbed my hockey stick and joined the others on the ice making sure to firmly lock my locker.
When we were on the ice, golf balls fell from the ceiling. We all ducked. None of us had our hockey helmets on.
"What's going on?" Fulton asked holding up one of the golf balls. There was a nine written on it.
"They all have nines or sixes on them." Julie confirmed.
"Nines." I said quietly.
"Huh?" Jason Larson asked.
"I think they are supposed to be nines." I said louder. "Someone cut out one of the nines off my jersey and took the C off." I explained.
"They are back." Charlie said.
***
Sorry for the shortness of the chapter. Hit a writers block right there.