Creative Writing: The Hockey Game

They found a table in the cafeteria and sat down. “I have some Kleenex if you need more,” Ashley offered. “Thanks, but it’s not that bad.” There weren’t many people in the cafeteria─ not compared to a Friday night when the hockey game packed the house. There were random groups of kids standing around talking or getting something to eat. And a few, like Becca and Ashley, were just hanging out at a table. The place smelled of hot chocolate and nachos. As Becca lay down on the bench seat, with a tissue against her nose, she wondered if the smell came from the kitchen or from the numerous spills that no doubt permeated the mat. Becca sat up when she noticed a group of friends from school walk

She couldn’t see where Caleb went. When she felt an elbow jab her side, she followed the aim of Ashley’s figure. Caleb was on the other side of the room, talking to some guys on the hockey team. Becca left Ashley with a playful sneer before looking back at Caleb, who had one hand on his friend’s shoulder, a Red Bull in the other, and was laughing. Still in his skates, he wore his black hockey pants and a long-sleeved Henley pulled tight over his muscular arms and chest. As always, a small silver cross glistened from around his neck.
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Later that night, Becca lay on her bed thinking about the strange vision she had at the ice rink and about similar experiences. She wanted to call them flashbacks because they seemed like memories. After Googling it, she found the basic definition of a flashback seemed to fit the picture− a sudden recall from the past. A memory that suddenly and quickly comes back to you. However, there was one slight problem. She had never done any of the things she saw. Opening her nightstand drawer, she took out a thinning notebook with a pen shoved down the spiral spine and began to

She danced feeling like a possession as her partner held her tight─ commanding their every step move in perfect rhythm. He had to have everything in his control and as always, if he felt anyone stepping out from where he had placed them, he would put them back using any means possible. She wanted to break his hold on her but was unsure of the consequences. As he continued to hold her, she peered over his shoulder and glanced around the room. They were dancing near the edge of the floor when she noticed a man staring at her. She knew better than to stare back, but she had never seen anyone quite so breathtaking. He had a look of astonishment on his face. She looked away and her partner led her around the dance floor. Before long, she was moving toward his table again. Facing him with her head down, she could feel his gaze. She waited and then looked up. Their eyes locked