Chapter 11

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717...they've been staying literally right next to me...how did i not notice? I knocked quietly. No one answered.

"Jonathan? Its me, is this the right room?"

Suddenly, someone crashed right into me, and i lost my balance. I fell flat on my bum. "Ow!" i said as i rubbed my head.

"Oops," Jonathan said with a guilty look. "I always seem to be bumping into you." His eyes wandered over me. "That jersey is HUGE on you. And figure skates?" He asked, gesturing towards my hands.

"Yes, you're a tall, big, dude. Yes figure skates..." I raised my figure skates by its laces. Suddenly, I don't want to be here.

"Okay," he smiled. "Lets go."

"Where's the team?" I asked

"They're down at the hotel's rink, we booked it for the night so its just the team."

"And me." I added

"Right." He winked.

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