Claws on Ice
“It’s a petition. I’m starting a girls' hockey team. Some of us actually want to play Yasmine, even if the principal is a caveman.”
“You need to stop this right now,” she hissed, her voice dropping into that tone she always used when she was trying to act like the responsible one. “We are supposed to be laying low! We changed our names, we live in this miserable hole, and you’re out there making a scene on your second day? Did you learn absolutely nothing from the fire?”
The word fire hit me, but I forced my face flat.
“This is different. It’s just a school club. I need to be on the ice, Yasmine. I'm suffocating here.”