𝙸𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 [𝐿𝐸𝒮𝒯𝐸𝑅 𝒜𝒱𝐸𝑅𝑀𝒜𝒩]

Ｃｈ.２: 𝙽𝙴𝚆 𝙲𝙾𝙰𝙲𝙷

As we were playing hockey as we saw a limo drive onto the ice. We all immediately stopped and went over to see what was happening.

"You don't know what you guys are doin'."

"Shut your face, Karp!", Jesse and I said at the same time. We looked at each other smiled and high-fived, then we went back to looking serious.

"We're gonna get in big trouble.", Peter said trying to get us to stop.

"Chill, all right? I'll take care of it.", Jesse replied.

"They're drugs, I just know it.", Karp said.

A sketchy man in a suit steps out of the limo.
"Yo, dude. you obviously in the wrong hood. This is my dominion.", Jesse said.

"Listen, this is a drug-free zone you understand? We ain't buyin' nothin'.", I replied.

"ɴᴏᴡ ɪ'ᴍ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ ᴛᴏᴅᴀʏ,ꜱᴏ ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴏʀʀʏ ᴠᴀɴɪʟʟᴀ ʙᴏᴏᴛʏ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀᴇ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴡᴇ ʙᴇ ᴜꜱɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇʙᴀʟʟꜱ ᴀꜱ ʜᴏᴄᴋᴇʏ ᴘᴜᴄᴋꜱ!", Jesse said harshly.
We all laughed.

The sketchy dude told us, "Thanks, bro, but I'm not goin' home till I take care of business."

He reached for something but we knew what was coming. 
"Hey, Aves, why did we pull all those pranks again?"
"I don't know? Cause they were funny?"
"Well, I think someone might want revenge."
"Oh no! I knew pranking Mr. Jeffery was a bad idea!"

He just pulled out a piece of paper, well now I feel dumb.

"District Five Pee-wee hockey team. I'm Gordon Bombay. I'm the new coach."

"Hahahahahahahahahahaha", we all laughed.

"What a joke! Yeah, right course you are.", I said.

"Afraid so, dude. Got the roster right here. Averman, Lester. Conway, Charlie. Hall, Terry. McKay, Adrian."

"Geez, he is the coach!". Guy said.

"Here's the long and the short of it. I hate hockey and I don't like kids."

What's this supposed to be, a pep talk?", I said sarcastically.

"Look, I'm sure this'll be a real bonding experience. Maybe one day, one of you could write about it in jail. So, is there a goalie?"

"Only for a little while. I'm moving back to Philly.", Goldie replied.

"Thank you for sharing that."

"No, problem."

"All right, get out on the ice. Let me see what you can do."

"Uh, just so you know. We all really suck except Adrian.", Averman said.

"I'll decide who sucks around here."

I decided to let the others do the other stuff while I stood there waiting for a pass then I gave up and pushed everyone down with a slight push and went and scored a goal.

Then Averman narrated from the side, "The Pete-meister. Mr. Rabble-rouser. Passing the puck over to Jesse-roonie, the enforcer. Ouch, that hurt. Oh, it's the Connie-meister, the velvet hammer. (Connie pushes Averman over)"

"Hi, coach. I'm Connie. Do you play?"

"No. So, what's our record anyway?"

"0 and 9. One was close though, Adrian scored three goals. We only lost by five."

We all skated over. then Jesse said
"So, what do we do now... Coach?"

"What did you're old coach have you do?"

"He just yelled a lot.", Charlie replied.

"Yeah, that's how he hurt his arm.", Terry added.

"His arm?"

"Yeah, man! One minute he's yelling at us, "Little bastards, where'd you learn to play? Oh, you suck, you! Skate, you little bast..." (Starts gasping and then falls over.)", I replied.

"Heart attack. Great. (Sighs) All right, look. I gotta make a phone call. Keep scrimmaging. You, you, you, you, and you against you other five."

"Hey! We got names, you know?", Goldie said defensively.

"I'm sure you do. And I bet they're very nice names. I might even learn 'em. For now, I'll be in my office. Oh, and if you need anything, fax me.", Bombay said getting in the limo.

"Geez, what a jerk.", Peter said.

"Más bien una perra malhumorada.", I said snarkily.
(translation: More like a crabby bitch. Sorry if this isn't correct this is what I learned in Spanish class! If you are wondering, my Spanish teacher at the school I go to called my one friend a bitch in Spanish cause she is one. And my best friend, Keith, jokingly asked, "did you call her a bitch?" And she said, "How'd you know?"  And we just laughed at her. We're mean people.)

"Where do they find these coaches anyway? We're impressionable kids, right? Shouldn't we check his qualifications or somethin'?", Aves asked me.

"Dunno, man. Not like anyone else wants to be our coach anyway. We suck. Like pieces of shit suck. That's beyond being the like absolute worst. Just like literal shit."

As soon as I said that everyone except me decided to storm the limo. Surprisingly they got in. I didn't care. 

Another Fun fact my teacher in Spanish has a cat and she took a picture of her cat, and the cat's eyes turned red, you know-how like that happens with pictures. And we screened so loud that the teacher from across the hall said to be quiet, "¡Ese gato es el diablo!"{Translation that cat is the devil!} Me and Keith got in trouble so we couldn't be starters for our soccer game that day, heheheh we didn't care. That wasn't that bad of a punishment tho. Also, this is not to throw shade at my Spanish teacher, she is a very kind and loving person.... sometimes. Also, we won't shut up about it now either.)

I went home sneaking past my drunk dad. Well, I guess I should go to sleep, we play the Hawks tomorrow, shit.