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- Authors: Lisa Daily
- Language: English
- Genre: Hockey
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Coco
Well, I can’t just leave her here.
This is definitely the worst day this could’ve happened. If I don’t
make it to the hospital in the next hour everything will go to crap.
I’m still in my hibiscus pink skating dress, nervously playing with my
necklace and trying to calculate exactly how much time it will take me to
change my clothes and get out the door if Poppy’s babysitter or father or
whoever shows up right this second to pick her up.
Which of course, they haven’t.
“Poppy, who’s picking you up today?” I ask impatiently. This is the only
downside of working with kids – somebody’s parents are late pretty much
every single day.
And on most days, it’s not a big deal. But today is not most days.
Poppy shrugs her little shoulders, her brown ringlets just dusting the top
of her sparkly pink jacket, which matches her sparkly pink leotard. She
absent-mindedly bangs her skates against the bleacher seat, a repetitive
clang clang clang that wears on my last nerve as I anxiously await the
arrival of some responsible adult tasked with picking her up.
Poppy is my youngest figure skating student by a couple of years. She’s
five, and my next oldest student is seven. She holds her own in my class,
though. Of all of my students, she is by far the most naturally gifted on the
ice, and has better coordination than some of my 10-year-old students.
“Miss Coco, I’m hungry,” she says. “Do I have a snack?”
“Let’s check,” I say, digging into her small backpack. There are some
crayons and paper; a drawing of Poppy, her dad, and either a very large dog
or a regular-sized horse; a couple of little games; some mittens (which
seems hilarious, given it’s March in Florida and a balmy 80 degrees all
week); but no snack.
“Nothing in here,” I say.
“But I’m really hungry, “she answers. “I’m starving.”
I have a protein bar stuffed in my bag that I was planning on scarfing
down in the car for dinner, but I’ll figure something out.
I hold it out to her and ask, “Do you have any allergies? Can you eat
this?” I know for a fact that there’s nothing in her file about allergies, but it
pays to be extra safe with kids.
She snatches the bar out of my hands quickly, “This is the same kind my
dad gets at home.”
She struggles with the wrapper until I help her tear off the end, and takes a
big bite, her little cheeks bulging like a chipmunk’s with my salted caramel
protein bar.
“This one’s pretty good, “she says, mouth full. Have you ever tried the
chocolate peanut butter?”
My stomach growls. “Yeah, I really like that one too.”
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