Claws on Ice
I reached into the fruit bowl, grabbed an apple, and took a loud bite.
Mom turned to me then, almost as an afterthought. “Oh, Trixie, are you ready for the championship game next week?”
I swallowed quickly and nodded, opening my mouth. “Yeah, actually, I've been working on my—”
“Oh, she'll be fine!” Yasmine chirped, cutting right over me before I could even finish my sentence.
“Coach is keeping her on a really strict, simple rotation so she doesn't get overwhelmed by the pressure. Don't worry, Mom, I'll make sure she doesn't mess up our formation.’