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Show This is my chance to play basketball, thought Kim when she heard the announcement. No one will miss me at the meeting and the day students will have gone home, so the gym will be empty. I'll have the entire basketball court to myself. All day she counted down the minutes to four o'clock when the gym would be free. Since the weather was warm, Miss Pearson made the ninth graders play field hockey P.E. Before she came to Miss Putnam's, Kim had only seen ice hockey-never field hockey-played. At least two or three times a year, she and her mother drove to Pocatello to watch the professional team play ice hockey in the Mini Dome. It seemed to Kim that there were great similarities between field and ice hockey; the same dirty looks language and possibilities for broken bones. Shortly after the game began, one of the freshmen-Kim couldn't tell who in the fracas-whaled into her leg with a hockey stick, hammering her just below the knee. The girl hadn't drawn blood, but it hurt enough so that she spent the rest of the game at the tail end of the pack of girls-about mid field-so she wouldn't have to race back and forth the whole length of the field chasing after the ball. The minute the gym teacher's whistle blew ending the 66 |
