Practice Makes Perfect [Troy/Open]

[junnette elizabeth walkman.]

Junnette thought this was going to be a lazy day, she thought she was going to get away with just sleeping in. Unfortunatly her body had other plans. It was almost five o'clock in the morning and now she found herself wide awake. She hadn't expected much but she had most certainly hoped that she would be able to catch up on some much needed sleep. She hadn't been sleeping well since she had moved here. But her natural internal clock that said it was time to get up had went off even though the rest of her craved, even demanded more sleep. But thats what you get for growing up on a farm in Bearcreek Montana. June winced lightly when she rolled over and then rolled onto her right arm. The arm was still wrapped in gauze, for only a week and a half ago she had sustained third degree burns from her ex boyfriend. June sat up in bed and looked around her pathetic and small appartment, she lived here without her parents, and she was only able to even afford this because of her best friend Seridica who was paying for everything.

June slowly got to her feet and stood in a pair of boxers and a tank top and then she stretched out her muscles. She knew what her body was craving, and she might as well give it to it. Slowly she made her way to the bathroom so she could take a shower. Her shower was quick and it made her feel clean. After her shower she went through her routine of getting ready. She brushed her teeth, and then brushed her hair and pulled it back into a fierce pony tail where it was already starting to curl. On day's like these June didn't particularly care what she looked like, even though she looked beautiful no matter what she wore or did with her hair. Her body was lean and athletic, she had a few curves but not as many as other girls. No, June had worked all her life, she hadn't just been blessed with a thin body, she had to maintain it and take care of it, that was what her body was craving right now, it was craving to be used. June had grown up on a horse farm in Montana. She was a country girl through and through, and nothing was ever going to change that.

Though she was a straight up country girl, she was also a hockey lover. Ever since she had been young she had loved hockey. She would go out to the pond on her parents ranch in the winter and skate and push a puck around with a stick until her father actually bought her real hockey equipment. Junnette left her bathroom and padded barefooted across the hardwood floor. It always amused her how silent she could be when she walked. She had grown so used to being quiet when waking up before it was chore time to go warm up by either going for a nice run or even riding her horse Vesper. June slipped on some socks and her shoes and then grabbed her hockey bag which was sitting right next to the door. She was hoping maybe some of her team mates would want to practice today as well. Though she was sure that was wishful thinking. St. Michael's didn't exactly take hockey very seriously. Not since they had put a girl as the goaly. No one even really knew her. She hadn't been in this school very long and then she just showed up for try-outs and showed every single one of the guys up. No one had expected the pretty brunnette to be able to play. No one had taken her seriously. They still didn't take her seriously.

Junnette's mood slowly turned sour as she hoisted her hockey bag over her shoulder and made sure that she had everything that she needed before she left the appartment and locked the door behind her. The Sport's Centre wasn't that far away from her apartment, maybe a block and a half of a walk. Nothing to work up a sweat over, so she didn't even bother with the car. She didn't particularly care to waste gas when she had two perfectly good legs to use, and she knew she could use the exercise. When she arrived at the Sport's Centre the owner was just unlocking the door. June gave the owner her signature breathtaking smile. Since she had arrived here she had put it on her to do list to become friends with the owner, and she had indeed done that. She was always here as soon as they opened. She made it a habbit to work out here every day. Since it was a saterday morning she didn't expect many people to want to roll out of bed early just to work out, then again if she had been anyone else but herself she wouldn't want to roll out of bed just to work out either. But that was wishful thinking, because after all she was Junnette Walkman, and she was only herelf. She could only be herself.

June slowly but surely made her way to the ice rink where she could start warming up by doing some skating drills. Once she was at the rink she pulled on her skates, the blades where freshly sharpened and she knew that her body was looking foreward to playing a nice game of slapshot. June took to the ice and immediatly she felt like she was back at home. She loved being on the ice, almost as much as she loved being on a horse. After warming up June put her gear on and set up the net that she would use. June didn't take up very much room when she stood in the net, but then again she was fast and it wasn't always about how big you are.