Mikko Home: A Narrative Fiction

I remembered how much of a family my team was, and no matter how we did, we won since we had the most fun together. All of a sudden, my nerves rushed back. “10 seconds,” I could hear the worker say. I breathed in slowly, and out slowly. I saw the floor, and I saw the fans. My heart fluttered. My legs felt like jello. I closed my eyes, said a prayer, and opened them and saw myself walking and stepping onto the floor. Smiles filled the air, crowds screaming and standing up cheering surrounded myself as the announcer said over the speakers, “And here to perform for you now, the Montevideo Gold Dusters!” As soon as I got to my spot, I turned to face the front. I saw thousands of people. I knew that it was go time. As our captain chanted, “One, two, three, four,” the rest of us yelled, “Five, six, seven, eight!” and we hit the floor in a crunch. Looking down on the floor, waiting for the music to start, I could hear my chest go up and down as I took one last big

Silence intoxicated the stadium as Patrice Bergeron glided to the face-off dot against Nazem Kadri. Tension was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. Above, the massive scoreboard read 1-1, which was way too close for comfort. The ref then took a brief glance, analyzing the positions of each player, to ensure they were in their correct positions. He blasted the whistle and the game was on. Next, the puck was dropped in a sudden motion, keeping it remaining completely horizontal the whole way down until it was swiped at rapidly by the Men’s sticks. For me, it felt so surreal to be at the Air Canada Center, observing the action with my own very eyes. In front of me, were the very players I’ve dreamed of witnessing all my life. I could

“It didn’t seem right to wake you when you’d barely slept,” he answered with a wicked grin.

“Oh my god, Sarah what did you do,” exclaimed Blish as the building went up in flames.

Italy paced back in forth in front of Feliks house before finally knocking the door.

I cannot imagine my life without the whoosh of air flooding through the bars of my helmet as I glide across the ice. With each stride, I grow faster, stronger, and smarter. Hockey has occupied a crucial part of my personality for over two-thirds of my existence. I have grown up with my teammates, and we only improve as we continue playing together. A game during this year’s season defines how hockey has inspired me to become a leader. The score was one-to-one halfway through the third period. Hannah, our team’s newest member, flashed a nervous smile towards me as we skated over to our respective positions in our team’s end. I played right defence while she played right wing. We had to trust and support each other. During the faceoff, the centre

“So you were in the woods at say the hours of night under the influence of alcohol stumbling about trying to find your way home.”

“Why? Did he kick your puppy?” She started laughing at her drunken attempt at humor.

“Okay let's get in the car,” my dad says walking towards the garage. We start to follow

"Now that you mention it, I don't think I slept very much at all," he lied. She didn't need to know his confusion stemmed from being in the wrong body.

I reluctantly sat my bag down by the door and stood out of the way. It was quite obvious that I was nervous and Vague was quite obviously aware. He side glanced to me and leaned over to kiss my forehead gentle. I couldn’t help but close my eyes as he did so. I felt like such a kid.

We passed all the security guards who all wished us good luck in our game. We finally arrived to our locker room where we all picked out a spot according to our position that we played. Our coach told us that all the defense and goalies should sit together and all the forwards should sit close. The second the team opened up their bags the raunchy stench of body odor filled the room. I set the stereo up and started playing the Rocky song that we would always listen to before every big game. The players were all dressed in our uniforms when the coach told us that he had a surprise for us. He yanked a box form the hallway and pulled out our new jerseys that he ordered for the great accomplishment. This reward reminded everyone of our unbelievable journey to the state game. Coach handed the jerseys out telling us the pride we should feel as we slip the sweater on. We had twenty minutes until the challenge when our coach ordered everyone to be quiet for his pre-game speech. He started out telling us how proud he was to be our coach and whatever happens in the next two hours he commends us. The rest of the speech was the strategy he wanted to use if we encounter any problems. In his final words the horn rang telling both the teams that it was time to take the ice.

You looked down in your arms to see Feli asleep in your arms. You giggled. "He's so cute!~" You slowly sat him on the couch and tiptoed quietly to your room to take a shower.

“I think I’m too drunk to go anywhere.” Alan declared waving his arms in the air.

Dominick took my hand and led me down the dark hallway back to his room. My feet felt heavy because although I wanted to make good on the eye flutters and blown kisses I had never been intimate with anyone. Well, unless you include playing house with children my age when I was around eight as a close encounter.