I walked into a large meeting room, filled with about 70 boys between the ages of 11 and 13.

"May I have your attention please?" I called.

The room fell silent immediately.

"Thank you. My name is Jake Belanger. I will be the head coach for this years Toronto Peewee Rep team. You have been brought here today, because you are the best young players in Toronto, which is a feat on it's own, but I have to make the cuts, and form a team of 23 of you. We will be having a camp over the next week or so, and I'll get to know you. Work hard, be a team player, and may the best players impress me and my scouts." I said stiffly. "So, we will be starting with the opening meetings, which will involve me and my team of scouts meeting each one of you individually in my office. When I come out and call your name, please make your way into the office, and shut the door behind you."

I walked to the door of my office, and opened it, glancing at my clipboard.

"Easton Bradyn." I said, and walked into the room, sitting behind my desk.

A fairly average sized boy walked into the room, and closed the door behind him. He had sandy hair and blue eyes, and he was wearing a Toronto Peewee Rep T-shirt.

"Hello Easton." I began.

"Hello." He replied.

"So, we're going to start by asking you some questions." I told him. "Why do you want to be on this team?"

"I love hockey, always have, and I thought that representing Toronto in this league would be amazing." He replied.