Sutton Summers

*I am walking out of the locker room at the hockey rink, bag over my shoulder and wet hair from the shower I took after the game. It was a tough one, and I can feel a mean bruise forming on my left leg. I am lost in my own little world when I hear my name get called. I turn around and my face changes to a beaming smile as I spot my best friend.* Hey pips! I didn’t know that you made it tonight.