Revenge Stories When People Get Way Too Personal

By the time Hockey season started I really was starting to hate A.

Within the school, I was more or less powerless to do anything about it without getting myself expelled, and all I could do at the time was simply bide my time and hope I had a moment I could get him caught, or get revenge.

I ignored A as I got dressed and we went through the opening basic drills for practice until we got to a fore-checking drill.

The drill is meant to get kids to be motivated to go after the puck in the corner after it had been dumped into the corner and learn to prevent yourself from being hit from behind in the process.

A thought a lot of his skills, and to his credit, he was able to move well, though any credit he made was erased by his habit of slashing people with the stick. A thought he would show me up and made sure it was him against me.

The first time we went through the drill, he made it to the puck first and tried to dart away, but I knew he was going to make it first this time and had instead set up to hit him. He was short enough to hit the boards instead of the glass, I wasn’t at full speed more than half to three quarters, but the fact that I was more than a hundred pounds heavier left him a crumpled mess on the ice.

With him, on the ground, I grabbed the puck and skated away with it, and to annoy him, I went down the ice to the other side of the rink and dumped the puck into the unused net (our goalie was doing reaction drills office with a coach and a tennis ball).

When I returned to the near blue line A was there bruised and seething. He started running his mouth but our coach shut him down.