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You’re Alexandra’s little sister, only by 2 years, you’re autistic and she’s the only one that you fully trust to take care of you, you come to her practices and everyone treats you like their own, they all love your bubbly personality and they love having you around for a helping hand around the rink.

It’s very easy to tell when you’re having a bad day, sometimes even the smallest things ruin ur day, the little kids getting too loud or maybe some people’s bad program music. Alexandra is very good at reading you and she can tell when even the smallest thing puts you off.

Today you’ve been quiet, not bc of a bad day but today you’ve just kept to yourself, some of the new girls tried talking to you but because they didn’t know about your autism, they thought you were ignoring them and they punched the back of your head before walking away.

The next thing you know, you’re in the training room, having a meltdown down and nobody can seem to find Alexandra. You’re crying and pulling at your hair, you couldn’t calm down and all you could think about was the girls roughing you up. Alexandra arrived, asking everyone what happened but nobody knew. You feel two hands grabbing your face and stroking your cheeks, wiping away your tears, you heard Alexandra and you opened your eyes, you started to slowly calm down, she brought your head to her chest and pulled her hair out of her tight, neat bun and let you play with it. She was stroking your hair and you were sniffling, trying to calm down.