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Leah Rooper
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January 20 - January 21, 2023
“Well, maybe he died, too.”
I haven’t passed a tear since. I don’t think I know how to anymore.
Within a split second, his smile turns to terror, as he falls through the air, and lands on the stage with a triumphant crack.
“What if Xander Bell didn’t break his leg?” I whisper. “I could still have my shot,”
just couldn’t help myself — he needs to be taken down a peg, or fifty.
Just cover for me
“You’re a part of the Falcons. And nobody messes with my team.”
“If you tell Alice, I’ll tell your secret to the whole league.”
“A truce to beat the Ice Wolves.”
Xander stumbles back as if I just shot an arrow into his shoulder. “W-what?”
Dude, you’re worse than girl. Got me talking about feelings and shit.”
Hayden is on my mind the whole next day at school.
This is just how I am: hard and cold as the ice I skate on every day.
That’s how I know I really hurt her.
The sad thing about my mom is that I can never tell if her smile is real or not.
How did acting like a boy become easier than being a girl?
I need my pads, my jersey, my stick…not this glittery white dress that could potentially blind someone if they’re caught in the wrong light.
I laugh a little to myself, imagining them scrambling to borrow Daniel Sacachelli’s hair gel.
He’s not staring at Harmony. He’s staring at me.
I can think now is that it’s two minutes where I could be out playing with Al. It’s like he’s opened up this new thought pattern in my brain.
We could have landed on Mars and I would have followed him out.
This is icy hell!
“Your whole body will be numb soon enough and then you won’t notice a thing!”
and the only thing I could think when I stepped off that plane was that I never wanted to come back here again.”
Inside, I feel nothing.
I’ll be an uncle. Holy shit.
“Nope,” Al says, and grabs my arm. “And neither can you.” I feign a sigh, but a smile works itself across my face. “I hate it when you’re right.”
And I miss Mom and Xander, too.
I’m having a better time being Al than Alice, and no matter how many dishes I scrub, it won’t change things. I ditched my mom and brother at Christmas.
We could rent one of those chalets in Aspen or see the tree lighting in Nantucket. Or even just stay here. Just somewhere where there’s snow.” She gives me a cheeky look. “And ice, of course.”
I’m a boy. I’m Al. And even if he knew the truth…why would he ever like a liar like me?
Just like Al.
look Al gets
Jesus, they’re eerily similar.
“Y’know, you’re my best friend.” You’re my best friend. A sad smile crosses my face. That’ll do.
that elusive thing that was hanging in front of me—suddenly becomes clear. And all the possibilities, well, they all point to it. You’ve done it now, Bell. I’ve fallen in love.
Or Al. Or whoever is holding this goddamn hockey stick right now.
Instead, it makes me feel…guilty. How has this been for Xander?
Crying has never solved anything, and that distracted mess got hurt after being slammed up against the boards.
That it was me—the real me—all those times. Everything I said to him, everything we did, was real. But how can I even know that’s the truth, when all of it was messed up in a tangled lie?

