Post by ripley on Oct 15, 2007 17:31:37 GMT -5
Ripley smoothed out her Bruins fleece on the top of her mattress, standing on the ground and reaching up easily to smooth it again. She looked around the empty cabin, she supposed now that she was here for the third week it would be home for the rest of the summer, and she hadn't been completely cut off from the team, they called her or texted when they could.
She lifted herself up onto the bunk, fluffed up her pillow and leaned back against it crossing her socked feet at the ankles, and proceeded to sit in silence, brown eyes glazing over as she thought of the team. Owen, her good friend, defenseman, pain in the ass as well. Flea the youngest with the sweetest attitude ever, had a crush on her once. Wick her best friend, always a good word on the bench, and that was the main gang. Except for Andy who was her linemate and Jericho their goalie. Those guys were her pals.
Ripley ran her fingers through her light brown hair, and sighed. She was only making herself homesick then, but what was there to be homesick for besides her friends and team? Her coaches, yeah, only because they were like fathers to her. Beyond that there was relatives she rarely saw, her mother though that wasn't saying much--"Todd you're a fuckin' moron." She muttered angrily. "Get over it. And here I am talking to myself..." She shook her head. Hopefully no one would walk in at the time.
She lifted herself up onto the bunk, fluffed up her pillow and leaned back against it crossing her socked feet at the ankles, and proceeded to sit in silence, brown eyes glazing over as she thought of the team. Owen, her good friend, defenseman, pain in the ass as well. Flea the youngest with the sweetest attitude ever, had a crush on her once. Wick her best friend, always a good word on the bench, and that was the main gang. Except for Andy who was her linemate and Jericho their goalie. Those guys were her pals.
Ripley ran her fingers through her light brown hair, and sighed. She was only making herself homesick then, but what was there to be homesick for besides her friends and team? Her coaches, yeah, only because they were like fathers to her. Beyond that there was relatives she rarely saw, her mother though that wasn't saying much--"Todd you're a fuckin' moron." She muttered angrily. "Get over it. And here I am talking to myself..." She shook her head. Hopefully no one would walk in at the time.