The scene is Kyle's house, Kyle is getting ready for his first hockey practice.
" Kyle, are you ready?" asked Gerald
" In a sec dad." replied Kyle
Kyle hurried downstairs.
" Come on Dad lets go." said Kyle hyped for his practice
" Okay lets hurry up then, you can't be late for your first day of practice." said his dad
Kyle and his dad left out the front door and got into the car.
" Wait a second boys." said Sheila
" What mom? Were going to be late." replied Kyle
" Well you can't really play hockey without your hockey stick now can you?"
" Oh, yah I guess your right."
" He's just excited Shelia, we better hurry. Bye dear." said Gerald
" Bye boys, good luck booby." said Sheila
" Bye Mom." said Kyle eager to hurry up and leave
Kyle was very excited about the practice, it would be a good way for him to forget his problems and keep him busy. He had no idea this day would turn out terrible.
The scene is Stan's house. Stan is lying in his bed wondering what to do.
" What should I do?" Stan asked himself
He didn't know what to do. He had already told his parents that he would play on his Uncle Jimbo's ice hockey team, he can't just change his mind after they already bought all the equipment.
" Ugh!" Stan moaned
He had gotten a feeling that something bad would come of this, and even though he gotten a feeling, he didn't listen to it.
" Damn it."
He wondered how Kyle would react. Those times when they did those exercises were different, he just tickled Kyle to make him laugh, it was just to be funny, and that led to trouble. The time when they were racing, running faster was just a reaction to Kyle running faster. Those times, he hadn't tried to make Kyle fail or tried to beat him intentionally, but this time he would have to try and purposely beat Kyle. Stan didn't know what to do; he was confused.
" He's my best friend. I don't want him to hate me." Stan said sounding confused
He was sure that Kyle would be upset. If only he knew what started all this, why did being great and recognized suddenly matter to Kyle. Stuff like this had never bothered him before, why now?
" Stan." yelled his dad
" What Dad?" asked Stan
" Lets go, today is your first day of practice. Don't want to be late." said Randy
" But I thought my practice isn't until later."
" Your Uncle Jimbo said to meet him there early."
Stan stared at the wall for a sec.
" Oh, alright dad." said Stan
Stan grabbed his coat and headed downstairs.
" Did you get your stuff for practice?" asked his dad as he walked down the stairs
" Oh yeah, hold on." said Stan
Stan went back upstairs and grabbed his skates, pads, and hockey stick and went back downstairs.
" You got all your stuff Stan?" asked his dad
" Yeah dad, lets go." replied Stan
Stan and his dad got into their car and left for the ice rink. Stan felt queasy in his stomach, he started quit another feeling. He thought about it, he was starting to get sick of these feelings he was having, not the queasy feeling sick but the tired of sick.
" Why did Uncle Jimbo want us to get there early?" asked Stan
" He didn't say, all he said was that it would help you against the other team." said Randy
Those words burned into Stan. He had no idea that things were about to get worst.
The scene is the new ice rink, Kyle's team is close to finishing their practice.
" That's good children, remember get aggressive, cause the other team sure as hell ain't gonna give you a break." said Chef
The kids were exhausted with their practice; they were sweating all over the place.
" Huff, huff, huff." huffed Kyle
Kyle was exhausted, but he felt that he was getting much better.
Stan and his dad just arrive. Jimbo greets them.
" Hey Randy, Stan." said Jimbo
" Hello Uncle Jimbo." said Stan
" Hey Jimbo. What did you want to show us." asked Randy
" Look over here, since our practice is after the other teams, I though it would be good that young Stan see how the other team works so that he can prepare himself." said Jimbo
" Isn't that cheating?"
" No, I don't think so."
" Oh look Stan there's Kyle."
" Huh! Oh yeah." said Stan weakly
Kyle's team practice ended and the kids were going to home.
" Hey Kyle." said Stan as Kyle walked past them
" Oh…Hey Stan, what are you doing here." said Kyle
" Young Stan here is getting ready for his hockey practice. " said Jimbo
" What!"
" Yep, our Stan is going to be our star player."
" Hello Stan, Randy, Jimbo." said Chef as he walked up to the group
" Hi Chef." said Stan, Randy, and Jimbo
" What are you all doing here?"
" We are getting ready for ice hockey practice." said Jimbo
" Oh yes, Stan said he was on your team. Did you know that Kyle?"
" NO! Its news to me." said Kyle sounding angry
Stan stared at the floor.
" Yep, our Stan here is going to bring our team to the top." said Jimbo boasting
" One person doesn't make a team Jimbo." said Chef
" Please, Stan could whoop any of your players."
" Uncle Jimbo, uh please stop." said Stan
" Oh, you see, and modest too."
" Well young Kyle here is shaping up to be the best on our team." said Chef
" Yeah big whoop! If he's like you know who, then he aint going to make it pass the first game."
" Uncle Jimbo!" said Stan sounding anxious
" What."
Kyle stared at the ground. Just then Gerald walked up.
" Speak of the devil." said Jimbo
" What?" asked Gerald
" Nothing Gerald." said Randy
" Dad, can we just go!" asked Kyle beginning to sound agitated
" Okay come on son." said his dad as they waked away
Kyle felt humiliated but he didn't want to make a scene about it. Stan felt worse then how he did before, and his guilt only grew. Both boys felt horrible, yet this was nothing compared to what was to come.
