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Adams POV:

I stood there talking to my grandparents; lets just say I was bored out of my mind. Listening to fishing stories, or about the new boat they were considering buying. But I laughed when I was supposed to laugh, and was as polite as I could be. I answered all there questions my grandfathers about school and hockey, " Yes I was getting good grades", " Yes Hockey was fine, I was playing well". And my grandmothers about girls and basically every aspect of my personal life, " No I didn't have a girlfriend". Same old grandparents stuff. That was until my Dad pulled me away with some lame excuse about hockey; you would think he could be more original.

He pulled me off to the side where no one was around, and it would be practically impossible for someone to overhear. I could tell he was angry about something, just judging by the fact that his face was turning purple.

" What the hell is this I heard about you skipping last weeks game" he stammered.

I had a feeling that was what this was about– but I just wondered how he had found out– somehow though I knew he would he always seems to know everything about my games and how many goals I scored or didn't score.

" Yeah" I said slowly thinking of what to tell him. The truth was I had broken a rib in practice the day before, and I decided to be smart about it and sit the game out. It still hurt like hell but I managed to practice over the past few days, even though the trainer suggested that I did not. I knew this wouldn't be enough for him, the only acceptable excuse for him is family obligations.

" I broke a rib in practice, coach thought" but I could not even finish.

" A rib, Adam that is no excuse. Missing one game could ruin your entire future. That is just ridiculous" he stated

" Philip what are you doing. Come here the Jensen's's want to speak to you" I heard my Mother call from the middle of the room.

" We will talk about this later" he said and smiling walked towards my mother.

Great first there is the fact that I was late and now this. Later would be so much fun. I sat down at an empty table, off to the side I kinda wanted to be alone to think about things. Why was I so stupid sometimes? I knew he would find out and I knew the reaction would be the same as it always was, him screaming at me about my lack of dedication. Banning me from anything but hockey and school for a week, which was kind of hard for him to enforce seeing how I lived at school. And besides that my life was mostly hockey and school anyway. The worst case scenario was that he would take away my car, sometimes I seriously thought the only reason he got it for me was so he could take it away.

" Hey" I heard the familiar voice of Lily Fedorova. We had a few classes together at Eden Hall, Physics and German to be more exact. We hardly ever talked– and if we did it was just about class work– nothing of any value. But that didn't mean had not noticed her. It was hard not to.

" Hi" I said smiling at her. She was gorgeous, I am not even sure that was the best word to describe her. Her long blonde hair was straight as usual and her green eyes were sparkling.

" Fun party huh" She said putting her hair behind her ears.

" Yeah shame I have to be here"

" Hmm" She said smiling mischievously " Would anyone notice if we went for a little walk"

I knew someone would notice and it would probably be my father, and I am sure I would hear about it later. But the hell with it, I needed to get away from him at some point in my life.

" No probably not" I lied.

" Great" she said and together we walked out the veranda doors into the garden.