The Mask

The Mask — page 7 — Dad knew a ton more Well your dad isn’t here is he Logan clenched his jaw I can’t miss any of the game Our team only has one player who can score and that’s me If I don’t get there on time we don’t have a chance We’ll lose for sure You make it sound like you’re a one man team Yeah well we are Logan said His mom’s fingers gripped the steering wheel a little tighter I’m tired of fighting with you Logan she said quietly I’ll get you to the arena as fast as I can Logan looked away and spoke under his breath I was never late when Dad drove me Did you say something No The Jeep made one last turn and the arena came into view Just in time Logan thought The Wolves were probably on the ice warming up But if he hurried he could be on the bench before the ref dropped the puck 6 Eric Howling

The Mask — page 8 — As Logan hopped out of the Jeep he looked up and saw his grinning face high on a brightly lit billboard He was holding a cheese stick and the words SAY CHEESE scrolled across the top in giant letters Logan just shook his head He didn’t feel much like smiling 7 The Mask

The Mask — page 9 — Chapter Two Logan shot a glance at the scoreboard He didn’t like what he saw The Bowness Bruins were beating his Westside Wolves Bantam squad 1 0 He had managed to get to the game in time but he hadn’t been able to score in the first two periods of play Not even close Now it was late in the third The clock was ticking down The Bruins had been pouring it on all game long Blasting into the Wolves zone right from the opening face-off Beating them to the puck Digging it out of the 8

The Mask — page 10 — corners Winning every battle Now they were on the attack again Logan sat on the bench waiting for his next shift His eyes darted around the ice He couldn’t wait to get back out there to show his teammates what he could do He was the Wolves best player He knew it The rest of the team knew it They depended on him to score Logan hung a glove over the boards and watched the Bruins next rush Their star winger was bursting up the right side Long strides Head up Puck glued to his stick His yellow-and-black jersey whooshed so close to the Wolves bench that Logan could feel the cool wind brush his face as he swept by That was the blazing speed of number twelve The Wolves left winger was on his tail Logan shouted at him You can catch him Smitty But inside he knew it was no use Smitty just didn’t have the wheels He wasn’t as fast as Logan No one was The Bruins forward crossed the Wolves blue line He was in high gear His skate 9 The Mask

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