Author's Notes:

Pyro Bear - I did get it. Will do, pussy cat! J

Summergirl63088 - Thank you.

Lala - Please read on. There are 3 chapters after the first one. I'd appreciate it if you'd read them before saying she's perfect. Looks can be deceiving. Trust me.

Bella - Apology accepted (You don't need to apologize). Thank you.

LJ - Please read every chapter. And there are 5 people who didn't think so. If they did, I wouldn't have put it there. It does, however, play a somewhat important part in the story.

And, we're going to say that they were 12 in D2.

On with the story!

As it turns out, Coach Wilson only wanted to know what name I wanted on my jersey. I told him 'L. Morgan'.

I have no idea what he wanted to talk to Adam and Scooter about.

Dear Diary,

It really feels good to have someone besides Ken know about Kaylee. I don't think I could have kept that from my roommates. Especially considering all the pictures I have of her.

There are 5 people at Eden Hall who know about Kaylee. Besides me. At least I know I can trust them. And I know they aren't going to go around telling people that I'm Lauren Walker. You never know about these people. Someone may know Lance…

I'm so happy that I'm not a figure skater anymore. It was kind of creepy to be followed everywhere I went. Don't get me wrong, Diary, I loved skating. It was the only time I could be alone. In my own little world, and not have to worry about what my mother would say.

But I'd much rather play hockey. I did have a lot of fun at the Junior Goodwill Games, as an ice skater, and win gold. But watching the hockey games, and seeing how much fun Ken had playing, I wanted to try. I'd had enough of skating.

I kind of feel like Kaylee's missing out on a lot of things. Most babies don't have a mother who is a sophomore in high school. And aren't famous. And most babies have 2 parents. Kaylee has a Grandpa, and Uncle and a mother. All three trying to raise her as a normal baby.

Someone hit me. Kaylee's got more than most other babies. She's probably the only kid her age with a trust fund, and enough money in one savings account for tuition for a 4 year college!

Someone define "normal" for me, please.

Laura

"Laura! Want to play some street hockey?" Connie came running in just as I was closing my diary.

"Who's all playing?" I asked.

"Everyone from the JV team, Adam, Scooter and you if you want." she said.

"Sure. Why not." I grabbed my skates and stick and followed her outside.

"Ok, Scooter and Julie are goalies. Because putting Goldberg in the goal, is too easy." Charlie said.

"Hey! Spazway!" someone yelled.

"Hey guys! This is Laura. She's going to play. Ok?" Connie asked and introduced me to everyone.

"Hey!" I smiled.

"Ok. Laura on Scooter's team. Connie on Julie's." Charlie yelled.

"Laura, you take the face off." Adam said.

"Ok."

Ken was taking the face off for the other side.

"Don't think I'm going to go easy on you just 'cuz I know ya." I said, smiling.

"Don't expect you to. Just too bad that we know each other's moves. Otherwise it would've a bit more interesting." he said.

As soon as Charlie dropped the puck, I got it through Ken's legs and passed it to Adam.

"Guess you don't know all my moves, huh?"

"Ok. Maybe not. You're good."

"This is a bit harder than playing against a 8 year old, I guess."

Adam passed the puck to Averman, but Connie got it away from him, and passed it to Fulton. Just as Fulton was getting ready to do his slap shot, I skated by and stole the puck. I passed to Portman, who passed it back to me once I got a clear shot at the goal. I got it past Julie and scored.

"Dude! Unfair! Call her ref!" Fulton yelled.

The 'ref', meaning Russ Tyler, said nothing.

We played for another hour or so. The final score was 14-5. My team won.

"Not fair! The had Adam, Laura and Portman!" Luis yelled.

"Life is short, then you die. So party hard and don't complain." I smiled.

"You're a very strange person." Guy said.

"And you're a strange little dude. So we're even."

"Look what we have here, Cole." I turned around to see Riley and Cole.

"3 of our players, and the entire JV team. What should we do?" Cole said.

"You can start by moving your fat ass out of my way. Unlike some people, I actually shower, which is what I'd like to do now." I tried to get past them, but Cole grabbed my arms and pulled them behind my back.

"Didn't I warn you about something yesterday? What was it?" I pretended to ponder.

"I do believe you told them not to fuck with you." Adam said.

"Yes. That's it." I said. "Ya know, a simple back flip on my part, and I can pull both your arms out of their sockets, cause you lots of pain, and a trip to the emergency room. Or you can just let me go, and I'll do nothing."

He didn't let go.

"Alright. But don't say I didn't warn you. And there are enough witnesses here, so don't try taking me to court about this. I gave you a choice."

Before Portman or Fulton even thought of helping, I was behind Cole, and his arms were in funny positions. He was screaming like a bat with its head cut off. I popped his arms back into their sockets, out of pity. He screamed even louder.

"Baby. Next time listen to me, and I won't have to do that."

"Where'd you learn that?" Fulton marveled.

"I took a karate class for 8 years. My dad made me. I hated it. But I am a triple black belt. Although, I never thought I'd have to use those skills."

I went back to my dorm, and unpacked some pictures. I reached the bottom of the bag, and found a double frame. Inside was a picture of my mom and me, when I was 5, and on the other side, a picture of me and Kaylee a few hours after we got home from the hospital after she was born.

I love those pictures. I may not like mother, but I still love the picture. When I'm at home, the thing sits on my nightstand. Kaylee has one, too. Hers sits on her dresser.

"Hey." Connie and Julie came in. "When's your first game?"

"Next Friday. My jersey should be here by then, so I don't have to use a practice one." I replied.

"Cool." Julie said.

I'd changed into my pajamas and was about to get into bed, and read, when someone knocked on the door.

Connie opened it. It was Dean Buckley.

"Is Laura in here? She needs to come to my office." he said.

I put a pair of flip flops on and followed him.

"Laura, Mr. Riley here claims you assaulted Cole. Is that true?" he asked me as we got to his office.

"Actually, he was harassing me and I tried to get away from him, and he grabbed my arms and pulled them behind my back. I couldn't move. I asked him to let go, but he wouldn't. So I did a black flip. He had his chance to let go. I had no other choice. I did not feel like standing around all day, as his hostage. I did pop his arms out of the sockets, but I also popped them back in. I really didn't feel like filling out paperwork."

"This is outrageous! That girl is a menace to society!" Mr. Riley yelled.

"No! You, your son, and his friend the menaces. If he had listened to me, I never would have done what I did. I think you need to just butt the hell out! This does not concern you, and your son needs to realize that you can't help him get out of every little mess he gets himself into!" I yelled, and stormed out.