LOGINAvery's POV "Line up," John coldly said and I quickly complied. I stood next to the shortest guy among the applicants and it made me seem like I was standing out even more.Kate glanced at me from her position and clicked her tongue."Why is she even here?" she muttered.John stood at the very center but his gaze was focused on me."As I was saying, I do not tolerate latecomers during practices, matches and tryouts. Especially tryouts," he emphasized.I pursed my lips and kept my gaze to the front. If it weren't for that old man and his dirty car, I would have made it on time."I believe that those who are punctual will get the most blessings. With that in mind, I will now be relaying the mechanics for this tryout." John led us towards the rink. "Today, you'll be facing the current first string players of our team in three sets," he started off.The six current members of the varsity team sat cockily beside the rink like eagles that were surveying their prey. They waved at us, the n
Avery's POVI stood proudly as I wiped the sweat from my temples. Since the tryouts were later this afternoon, I had decided to pour out all my effort to increase my level. I had been practicing a lot of jumping, shooting and defense with some kids in the neighborhood and it was worth it. Sam, one of the little kids, even gifted me her old Hockey puck because she felt bad for me!Once I hit my weekly target this Friday, I would have become a lot better, better than most that were already on the varsity team.My thoughts were quickly cut off when I heard my phone ring. I took it out of my pocket and saw Bee calling me."What's up?" I answered."Where are you?" Bee asked. "Dr. Monroe is already here!"My eyes widened as I looked at the time on my display screen. It was already ten minutes past the first bell!"Keep playing," I muttered as I hit the puck forth on the field we were using in place of rink. I packed my roller skate up and walked out of the field before breaking into a spri
AUTHOR'S POV Wednesday finally came.Sharon, the meticulous team manager, settled herself behind the table that contained the manual scoreboard. The gym echoed with the squeaks of sneakers as the original players of Sandford High School warmed up.The smell of hardwood and the distant footsteps of students leaving the school filled the air.Sharon who was armed with a small stack of applications, couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in her chest.As she flipped through the pages, her eyes wandered across the names and credentials of the sixteen potential athletes. A grin crept on her face. It was more than they had anticipated."What's gotten into our pretty manager that is making her smile?" Lina asked and placed her bag on the bench while sitting next to her."Look," Sharon excitedly showed her the stack of papers. "Fourteen first-years and two second-years want to try out for the team."Lina's eyebrows raised in surprise. "Wow. It's not much, but it's definitely more tha
Avery's POV As I was now caught under the spotlight, I quickly flipped through the pages with my mind racing to absorb the verses before the recitation.However, truth be told, I already knew of this poem.I had memorized it a year before in my former school. Aside from that, I could definitely memorize the short poem if it weren't for my classmates' scrutinizing stares."30 seconds," Dr. Monroe prompted.I lifted my head and observed my classmates' faces. I wasn't sure but it seemed all of them wanted me to fail. However, I concluded that even if all the class didn't have any expectations for me, it meant nothing to me."To be fair, I wouldn't be able to do this too.""Yeah, what more for someone dumb like her?""She will implicate you and get you expelled if she hears you.""Times up!" Dr. Monroe exclaimed and the class turned silent."Since Avery is quite confident that she can pass my class without a textbook, let's see how well she does," Dr. Monroe said sarcastically.I stayed
Avery's POVI nearly forgot about my weekly quest.I quickly shut my mouth and focused my gaze outside the window to prevent myself from saying anything else that would cause suspicion.Just then, the door slammed open and I shifted my gaze to the front. The chattering turned silent as a feeble-looking teacher with a terror-filled aura entered the room.I cursed inside my mind. It was the same teacher who scolded me on the rink, the cold game master.The game master, who seemed to have a permanent frown on his face, entered the room with a heavy sigh. His gaze swept over the class and an even louder sigh escaped his lips as soon as his eyes fell on me."Ah, as expected," the game master muttered and rubbed his temples. "The last section always has the dullest students."Kyle, the acting class president, cleared his throat and decided to take charge."Stand in attention," he announced. "Good morning, teacher."The class followed suit with our heads bowed in unison.The teacher, however
Avery's POV We all quickly dispersed with the arrival of the terror gamemaster.Bee squeaked and ran away while the bagel girl vanished into thin air. The annoying trio, on the other hand, casually walked away like they weren't part of the game just now.However, I stayed in my spot and smiled as I gazed at the now empty stand. It seemed like something actually came out of this game and I felt excited."Why are you laughing?" the game master exclaimed with his bat pointed at me.I snapped out of my thoughts and my eyes widened when the game master started walking up to me.He stared closely at me and shook his head."Are you a new student here?" He clicked his tongue. "What's your name, miss?"I cleared my throat. "I'm Avery, sir"His eyebrows furrowed as he seemed to be searching for something in my eyes."Avery?" he muttered. "That name sounds familiar. Wait, don't tell me you're the one infamous for creating troubles enough to cancel a tournament in your former school in the city.







