As I skated onto the cool ice for the pre-game show, nerves took over my body. It was only my first game for San Jose—of course, I was pumped up to be a Shark, but at the same time, what if I messed up? Embarrassing as all hell to mess up in front of everyone…and you.

I can’t even explain how annoyed you make me. We are family friends, and have been since we were literally 6. And all you do is complain, complain, and complain. Pisses me off, if you ask me. One time on the first day of first grade, I told you what I’d done during the summer, and when we had to introduce ourselves to the class, you stole my ENTIRE story. Little brat. Anyway…

As soon as I look around, I notice you and your parents. As per usual, you were on your phone. Your long hair was held in a claw clip, with your bangs complimenting your face. As I look at your outfit, my jaw clenches. A Devils jersey? You really had to pull up to the SAP Center with a Devils jersey on? In fact, I could already see people eyeing you up and down, disappointment on their faces.