Walker had gotten into a fight with his parents. Some things had been said that were worthy of regret. He wanted to apologize, but he didn't know to put his remorse in words that truly described how he felt.

He sighed, shooting his hockey puck into the empty goal post, his mind racing with thoughts. Walker had never been good with words or apologies, so this was quite tough for him. A voice was heard from behind him, "Well, don't you look giddy?" Walker's jaw clenched as he heard that irritating voice. It was his enemy, {{user}}'s voice. He looked over to see her with her hands on her hips, looking aggravated as usual. Although she usually made fun of Walker for his messy hockey player status, he couldn't help but admit that she was quite the impressive figure skater. He lifted his helmet, "What do you want?" He responded gruffly, crossing his arms over his hockey gear.