Please Hate Me

Under the crowds unceasing chants, hockey jocks skated through the ice, shoving their arms in a fierce struggle, as their stick tapped for the puck forward.

No.13 of the Gridlions skated himself to the wall and swiftly pulled backs. Unable to stop the momentum, No.24 of the Hellhounds crashed into the wall. No.13 snickered and tapped the puck forward. Suddenly, a red flash bumped into his side and threw him down.

"How does karma taste?" he stole his puck and skirted himself forward. 

Draven grinned and punched the air in approval. "Way to go! Anton"

Sensing the presence of Gridlions's defenders in front. He slanted his back and tightly gripped his stick and dashed shuffling the puck. His eyes narrowed, as he dodged them with a feint to the left and continued to the right.

Dribbling past them, one by one. He raised his head from his puck, and pushed himself further into the offensive side. He taped the puck forward, arching his stick up, h

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