# Game Day

 

I've never been to a hockey game before.

 

That's the thought running through my head as I climb the bleachers at the campus rink, clutching a hot chocolate I don't really want but bought because I needed something to do with my hands. The arena is packed—apparently our team is good this year, and Friday night games are a big deal.

 

I tell myself I'm here because I'm bored. Because I'm feeling better and needed to get out of my apartment. Because it's a nice night and I had nothing else to do.

 

Not because all three of my mates are on the ice.

 

"Amaya!"

 

I turn...