chapter one; training camp.

Mississauga, Ontario. Not exactly the greatest place in the world but it would have to do for now, until I had enough money to set myself free and become my own person. My mother's name is Katherine, I consider her to be like the wicked witch, kind of like the one in Snow White. She pressured me into being a figure skater from before I could walk, I guess I've grown to like it. My older brother is in jail, he got arrested for drug possession about a month ago. My other, oldest brother, Jordan Eberle was going over to Saskatchewan to play for Team Canada in the World Juniors Tournament. He's made quite a career in hockey, playing for Team Canada and being drafted into the NHL, I couldn't be more happier for him. I've always enjoyed hockey and I always wanted to play but with my mom putting me into skating I couldn't, and plus my brother did have some pretty cute friends. My father died when I was young, I feel as though he was the only one who really respected who I was and not who my mother wanted me to be. I've always thought that my mother only put me into figure skating because she failed as a child and when she got shut out at the Olympics thats when shit really hit the fan, though she denies it, I know its the truth. I'm a senior in high school, another place I can't wait to get out of. It's not the people in it, it's the place. I've never found time for school, I'm smart but my mother cares more about my skating then anything else. When I go to university I want to major in photography, it's always been something neat to me, just the way things can be seen through a camera lens. I just recently broke up with my boyfriend, Marc I found out he'd been cheating on me... with my best friend Janna. It didn't really effect me that much maybe when I first found out about it, it did but now that I think about it, it doesn't bother me going to show that it wasn't true love.

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"Sis, let's go we got a flight to catch" Jordan yelled from the bottom of the stairs.

"I'm coming, chill out.. 'bro'." I laughed as I grabbed my suitcase and purse, threw my coat over my shoulder and took everything out to the car. We were flying over to Saskatchewan for the World Juniors that my brother was trying out for. We already new that he would make the team since last year he scored the 5.4 second goal to tie the game with Russia and go on to win the gold medal, but it was still mandatory that he'd be a training camp. The flight wasn't as long as I thought it would be. For once in my life my mother shut up, with her yelling from the stands when I practiced my skating I just grown to get annoyed with her voice. Jordan was texting his friends and I was just looking out the window, taking the odd picture of the view.

"Thank you for flying with Air Canada, we hope you enjoyed you flight." I heard the announcer say as we stepped of the plane. The air was crisp. It was snowing, but just a little. You could still see some of the wheat in the wheat fields sticking up across the road from the airport, but not very much of it. We made it to the rented car that we well, rented and put our luggage into it. Our hotel was beautiful, it was like the Four Season in Toronto but not as nice. I felt like someone famous, but that would be my brother. He was bombarded with fans when we got to the hotel, he tried to sign as much as he could but my mother pulled him inside. All the players were staying at the same hotel, Jordan was bunking with Taylor Hall a new guy trying out for the team who got cut last year and Alex Pietrangelo who was returning as well. This was the time when I got to take a break from my skating which was a relief. I get to sit back and watch my brother do what he does best, win. My mother never really got into hockey, my dad got Jordan into when he was young but my moms thing was skating and unfortunately I got stuck with that instead of hockey. Sometime I got to into the game of hockey, Jordan and I used to get into fights when our teams played each other. He was all for the Ottawa Senators while I was a Leaf fan, one of the biggest rivals in hockey and it was in our household.

It was finally training day for the boys, my mother didn't come to the first training session but I was up and ready to go. I followed the team bus with the car down to the arena, it was another cold morning but that was my second favourite thing about Canada, next to hockey was the winters. I walked in with Jordan and followed him down by the locker rooms, to wish him good luck.

"Hey man we gotta get ready" I heard someone come out of the door of the locker room. I looked up and his eyes caught mine. They were the bluest of blue and he had short dirty blonde hair.

"Okay, I'm coming." Jordan gave me another hug and then walked back into the locker room with Taylor.

"Who was that?" I heard Taylor whisper, I looked back behind me but turned around quickly when he did the same.

"That's my sister" Jordan laughed. I made my was up to the seats, I cheered with the few other families that were here to watch their sons/brothers, I spotted Jordan right away. Then I seen him run into someone who was just standing, looking into the crowd of people. He bumped him a little which made him get into focus again. I squinted my eyes.. it was Taylor. During practice Jordan was like a shining star, but I was focussed on Taylor. I couldn't understand how he got cut last year from the team. He was amazing.