Celeste
The crowd was roaring, a cacophony of cheers and jeers that made the entire arena vibrate with energy.
I watched with bated breath as Matt’s team battled fiercely against their opponents. Every time the puck danced dangerously close to their net, I felt a pang of anxiety tighten in my chest.
The scoreboard glared with 2-2, and there were only a couple minutes left. The pressure was palpable, every person in the stands waiting for that tiebreaker. I heard Fiona muttering a string of curses every time the other team threatened to take the lead.
“I think they might lose,” I murmured, watching as the other team managed to wrestle the puck from one of Matt’s teammates.
“Don’t jinx it,” Fiona whispered back, gripping my arm tightly.
Suddenly, there was a turnover
