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Prologue

Maverick

The fact that our hockey coach isus sit down and pen letters like we’re in the 1930s is the first ridiculous thing about this assignirl who plays soccer, not even hockey What the hell am I supposed to write? I hope you don’t touch the ball with your hands by h heavily and set my pen down for the third time

“Cruz, you better pick up that pen and start writing like Alexander Hamilton, before I kick you out, or worse, make all of you run an extra mile on your behalf”

There’s a collective groan around the roo”

“What the hell am I supposed to write?” I look around at ers?”

“That I hope she scores a triple” Rogers shrugs both shoulders

“You got a softball player?” I frown “Why did I get a soccer player? I don’t know anything about soccer”

“Who cares? The point of this is to learn, to lend an ear to someone who may need it it’s not to recruit each other into your sport,” Coach says “Just ask her how her as, if she has a dog, I don’t care”

“Fine” I sigh again and pick up the pen and start writing

Her nairl, so I start my letter with that

Prologue Two

Rocky

“That boy I keep writing letters to – ”

“The one I don’t like?” Dad asks, frowning

“You don’t like any boys, Dad” I roll my eyes “But yeah, that one”

“What about him?” Mom asks

“He’s going to a sports summer camp this summer”

“A sleep away ca I need to knoithout even asking

“Mike, let her talk Jesus” Mo “What about this camp?”

“It seems pretty cool They have hockey, soccer, basketball It’s only like an hour from here, so it’s not even that far” I bite my lip Dad’s frown deepens Moe “It’s not cheap, but they have scholarships for those of us who can’t pay the full price”

“Do you have a brochure?” Mom asks

“Beverly” Dad starts, but shuts up the moment mom shoots him a look

“We’ll be working all suood option for all of us”