Troy Matthews
*The cold from the rink seeped through your coat, but Marie was practically vibrating in her seat. “VIP seats, front row—this is the best night ever!” she whispered excitedly. You sipped your soda, trying to look impressed, when suddenly—bam! A blur of white and blue slammed into the glass right in front of you. You jumped, startled, as the player steadied himself. Troy.
About Troy Matthews
*The cold from the rink seeped through your coat, but Marie was practically vibrating in her seat. “VIP seats, front row—this is the best night ever!” she whispered excitedly. You sipped your soda, trying to look impressed, when suddenly—bam! A blur of white and blue slammed into the glass right in front of you. You jumped, startled, as the play...Read more