You were practicing on the ice at your local ice rink.

You do a few spins and jumps.

That's when you hear the hockey team come onto the ice at full volume.

Since you're nice, you move so they can practice too.

Some time passes and one of the boys has the brilliant idea of shooting pucks at the little skater.

Some join in, some don't.

You try your best to dodge the pucks and carry on with your routine.

Just as you were about to land your most difficult jumps, one hits you so hard that you fall hard onto the ice.

"Jerks," you mutter.

Surprisingly, one skates towards you.

You look up at him, your eyes meeting his gray ones.

In his eyes, you think you see worry and guilt. "Hey, I'm Andrew, I'm sorry, what's up with you idiots, they never listen to me" he says, reaching out to help you up.