hurried out of the park. She had a plan.
When she got home, she ran to her computer and logged on to her e-mail account. She selected her friends’ names from her address book. Then she typed a letter:
Guys, I’m wicked sorry for the way I’ve been acting. I can’t believe I made that bet without talking to you first – and then I tried to take over the team, which was totally wrong. And today, I wanted to win so much that I didn’t even care if Mark and X were hurt! If you guys don’t want to do the game on Saturday, I’ll meet the other team and tell them we forfeit. They’ll have a good time laughing at me, but I deserve it. And besides, they can’t use the rink all the time, right? Maybe when they’re not using it, we can play for fun, like we used to. If you want to, that is.
She pressed the send button and was about to log off when she decided to write one last note.
Savannah, I want to say a special sorry to you. Even though you don’t know how to play roller hockey yet, you were right out there trying to learn enough to help out on Saturday. I think that’s awesome. I hope you can forgive me, because I don’t want us to stop being best friends.
That night, Bizz fell asleep wondering what school was going to be like that week. Would her friends talk to her — or would she be left alone, as she had been at the rink?
She got her answer the next morning, when she checked her e-mail before school. There was only one message. It was from Jonas.
Meet at my house tonight after dinner.
Bizz couldn’t tell if it was friendly or not. Then a new e-mail, also from Jonas, came through.
I’ll make dessert!
Next to his message was a smiley face.
Bizz let out a sigh of relief and logged off. As she went downstairs, she felt as if she were walking on air.
“I thought you were going to
make
dessert.” Bizz sat in Jonas’s kitchen, watching him scoop chocolate ice cream into bowls.
“I’m
making
it get out of the freezer and into your bowl, aren’t I?” Jonas shot back.
Bizz loaded the bowls onto a tray. “Jonas?” she whispered as they headed down to the basement to join the others. “Are you sure everyone’s okay with me now?”
“They’re cool,” he assured her. “We all thought sending an e-mail was the stand-up thing to do.”
Downstairs, Bizz handed a bowl to Savannah, grabbed one for herself, and sat down next to her friend. “Thanks, amiga,” Savannah whispered. “For everything.” They grinned at each other.
X took a bite of ice cream and said, “My brother Brendan once told me, ‘X, there is no I in t-e-a-m.’”
“So your brother can spell,” Jonas said. “What’s your point?”
“My point is that if we’re going to win on Saturday, we have to think about what’s best for the team instead of what’s best for ourselves,” X said. “I’ve been so busy trying to get everyone to look at my plays, I didn’t bother to see if Bizz’s were better. If they are, then they’re the ones we should use.”
Jonas nodded. “I’ve been so busy making sure I got the position I wanted, I didn’t let anybody else play forward.”
“And I’ve been feeling hurt because I was left out,” Savannah said softly. “I know I’m not a strong player — yet. It’s better for the team if I sit out unless I’m absolutely needed.” Bizz gave her friend a squeeze.
Everyone turned to Mark. “What?” he said, his mouth full of chocolate ice cream. “Near as I can tell, the only time I’m a problem to the team is when I fall down!”
Everyone laughed, then X said, “The point is, if we’re gonna beat these guys, we gotta work together. Bizz, get out your plays!”
“I will if you will,” Bizz replied.
CHAPTER NINE
In the end, they decided that Bizz and Jonas would play forward, with X and Charlie backing them up and Mark in the goal. Midway through the game, X and Jonas would switch, “to confuse the enemy,” as Jonas put it. Savannah would sub in as
When she got home, she ran to her computer and logged on to her e-mail account. She selected her friends’ names from her address book. Then she typed a letter:
Guys, I’m wicked sorry for the way I’ve been acting. I can’t believe I made that bet without talking to you first – and then I tried to take over the team, which was totally wrong. And today, I wanted to win so much that I didn’t even care if Mark and X were hurt! If you guys don’t want to do the game on Saturday, I’ll meet the other team and tell them we forfeit. They’ll have a good time laughing at me, but I deserve it. And besides, they can’t use the rink all the time, right? Maybe when they’re not using it, we can play for fun, like we used to. If you want to, that is.
She pressed the send button and was about to log off when she decided to write one last note.
Savannah, I want to say a special sorry to you. Even though you don’t know how to play roller hockey yet, you were right out there trying to learn enough to help out on Saturday. I think that’s awesome. I hope you can forgive me, because I don’t want us to stop being best friends.
That night, Bizz fell asleep wondering what school was going to be like that week. Would her friends talk to her — or would she be left alone, as she had been at the rink?
She got her answer the next morning, when she checked her e-mail before school. There was only one message. It was from Jonas.
Meet at my house tonight after dinner.
Bizz couldn’t tell if it was friendly or not. Then a new e-mail, also from Jonas, came through.
I’ll make dessert!
Next to his message was a smiley face.
Bizz let out a sigh of relief and logged off. As she went downstairs, she felt as if she were walking on air.
“I thought you were going to
make
dessert.” Bizz sat in Jonas’s kitchen, watching him scoop chocolate ice cream into bowls.
“I’m
making
it get out of the freezer and into your bowl, aren’t I?” Jonas shot back.
Bizz loaded the bowls onto a tray. “Jonas?” she whispered as they headed down to the basement to join the others. “Are you sure everyone’s okay with me now?”
“They’re cool,” he assured her. “We all thought sending an e-mail was the stand-up thing to do.”
Downstairs, Bizz handed a bowl to Savannah, grabbed one for herself, and sat down next to her friend. “Thanks, amiga,” Savannah whispered. “For everything.” They grinned at each other.
X took a bite of ice cream and said, “My brother Brendan once told me, ‘X, there is no I in t-e-a-m.’”
“So your brother can spell,” Jonas said. “What’s your point?”
“My point is that if we’re going to win on Saturday, we have to think about what’s best for the team instead of what’s best for ourselves,” X said. “I’ve been so busy trying to get everyone to look at my plays, I didn’t bother to see if Bizz’s were better. If they are, then they’re the ones we should use.”
Jonas nodded. “I’ve been so busy making sure I got the position I wanted, I didn’t let anybody else play forward.”
“And I’ve been feeling hurt because I was left out,” Savannah said softly. “I know I’m not a strong player — yet. It’s better for the team if I sit out unless I’m absolutely needed.” Bizz gave her friend a squeeze.
Everyone turned to Mark. “What?” he said, his mouth full of chocolate ice cream. “Near as I can tell, the only time I’m a problem to the team is when I fall down!”
Everyone laughed, then X said, “The point is, if we’re gonna beat these guys, we gotta work together. Bizz, get out your plays!”
“I will if you will,” Bizz replied.
CHAPTER NINE
In the end, they decided that Bizz and Jonas would play forward, with X and Charlie backing them up and Mark in the goal. Midway through the game, X and Jonas would switch, “to confuse the enemy,” as Jonas put it. Savannah would sub in as
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