For this challenge we had to use a genorator that gaves us three words to use in our story. My words were Hockey, Firemen & Artists
Hockey—rough, painful, and violent—is the sport that I am playing over the winter. I'm the smallest person on my team, and it's amazing that I am the fastest player on my team and can outrun anyone on skates. That's why I'm our go-to left winger. When I get my chance to speed down the side of the rink, I take it. I have been playing ice hockey my whole life. My dad also grew up playing it and taught me everything he knew—all the skills, plays, tricks, and cheats. One day during my 5th season playing for the local hockey team, I was knocked out. I was kept in the hospital for a week to make sure my brain could recover properly. After I was out, I got straight back into it and started my goal streaks again. On November 11th, 2010, I was walking home after training. I was walking through town past the street performers and artists when I stopped off at my favorite cafe. Sitting there, waiting, my coffee finally arrives as a fire truck siren wailing goes flying past and speeds off down the street. I step outside and notice the buoyant smoke in the clear blue sky. Curiously, I followed the firemen as they rushed towards a house that was in a blaze. When I finally realized the way I was walking, I froze. My bag dropped with the rattle of a hockey stick. I ran. My mind was racing, and my body was not caring how much it hurt to run so fast. As I got to the gate of the house, I shrank. My house in front of my very eyes was being turned to ash. Then it all went blank. The boiler room of Jack's house had exploded, killing not only him but also 20 of the brave firemen attending the house. Jack had been taken to the hospital, but by the time they arrived, it was too late. November 11th, 2010 was the day that the entire Harlow family was killed in a raging fire. To this day, no one knows how the fire started. They will be missed but never forgotten; this is One News and Goodnight.