I skated past Hunt on my way to the bench after practice. I had noticed someone in the stands all throughout practice that had been watcing us play.

He had a familiar face, but I couldn't quite figure out where I'd seen his face before.

As soon as i got to the bench though, Andersson leaned over and said, "I wonder why Joel Quenneville is here."

And that's when it hit me. The man with the white mustache, who was tall, and watched hockey was the coach of the Blackhawks.

I looked back at Andersson and said, "Maybe they need an extra player for the team...?"

"Nah, they'd go to the IceHogs for the that..." he replied as he looked back at the other guys on the ice.

I nodded and squirted water into my mouth from my waterbottle.

Coach called the players over to the bench that weren't already there and he talked about the first game of the season that was in a few days.

It would be my third season on the Wolves, and I had enjoyed the last two seasons more than any other two seasons I'd ever played. When coach stopped talking, everyone filed into the locker room, and I was about to go in last, when coach caught me by the jersey and pulled me back.

"Talumet, Coach Quenneville has to ask you something," he said before walking into the locker room.

I turned and saw Coach Quenneville behind me and I smiled pleasantly before saying, "Hello Mr. Quenneville! I'm a big fan of you and your team!"

He replied, "Right back at you Ms. Talumet!" He smiled before getting serious and saying, "I needed someone new on the team, someone who has fresh-blood, so I've been watching your team practice..... and your skill stuck out the most." "Oh, thank you!" I said happily. "Your welcome," he replied with a smile before continuing, "I have been to the Icehogs team and selected one player to play on the team. You are invited to come to a practice with the IceHogs player so I can asses how well you play with the team."

"And you'll decide from there...?" I asked tentatively. "Yes," he said with a nod. "But, I'm a girl...How will they let me play?" I asked, a little more confident.

"There are no rules that say that a girl can't play." he said.

On the outside I said, "Okay, count on me being there!", while on the inside, I was throwing a party, thinking WOOHOO!!!! PARTEH TIME!"

We shook hands and said our good-byes, and on the way back to the locker room, I thought, What will Tyler think?

Notes

Hello fellow readers and writers!

Does anyone know how to put a picture on your story? I've tried everything but I can't figure it out!

Okay, I'm not going to explain who Tyler is, you'll have to read the next chapter when i update it. :3