Katie's Life
Chapter 1: A blessing in disguise

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from Big Time Rush or Big Time Rush itself. No profit is made by this story; it is merely for personal gain. It's called a DISclaimer, right? If I owned Big Time Rush, it would be called a claimer.

Note: Revised- No, a lot of you might have thought that I'm dead, but here I am!

This is the revised version of Katie's Life whose name will change to Ice Hockey… My Way.

This is still MidnightRoseWriter's story; I just changed my penname, so I didn't steal anybody's story!

Thank you all for being patient with me!

Old Note- Okay, this is my first posted fic; I have worked really hard on this and hope it will be a success. I will update weekly, or try to, at least. I will update every Saturday. If you've gone to my profile, you'd know that I'm from South Africa. Since the timelines differ, I might update in the middle of the day to you, or on the next or previous day. Okay, that done, in the case of spelling and grammar. English isn't my first language even though I have it as a subject at school. Some words are spelled differently here than in other countries, so don't flame me and tell me that I am a horrible writer because of such a case.

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Left… right… dodge, and… SCORE!

My brothers and I were playing hockey. You know, the ice kind. Despite the fact that it was 35°C outside, we could see our breath in front of us. Maybe you'd want me to clear up this confusion? Okay, that would be easy. First of all, we're in Hollywood. Why are there hockey-players in Hollywood, you ask?

Because my four brothers are Big Time Rush.

We lived in Minnesota for fourteen years of my life, and then the boys got their, what they call it, Big Time Break. So the record producer, Gustavo Rocque, discovered them and made them what they are today, a seriously good boy band.

Okay, so now you realize that I refer to them as my brothers, but a four-ling is very rare, and I have yet to meet one. I not only have one biological brother, but also three awesome metaphorical brothers.

They got their 'Big Time Break' when they were sixteen and I was fourteen. It's now two years later and man, if our lives were made into a TV-show, ratings would be off the hook!

"Katie," (that's me) my brother (the real one), Kendall, shouted at me, "Go left!"

"Got it, big bro!" I replied before hastily skating left, arriving just in time to receive the pass from Kendall and shoot at the goal. There was a loud honk before Kendall and Carlos (one of my metaphorical brothers) tackled me with joy. I didn't mind; I was used to this. They had decided that it was their duty to teach me the art of hockey before I could even hold a hockey-stick properly.

"We won! We won!" Carlos shouted with his eyes glittering with triumph through his helmet, which he seldom took off.

"Hey," I shouted back, "Don't act so surprised. I'm on the team, remember?"

He just laughed and tried to ruffle my hair. He then realized that I, just like him, had my helmet on. When hanging out with my slightly crazy brothers, I could understand why helmets were very useful, and I didn't just mean to protect your head.

"Hey," Logan whined, "No fair! You had Katie!" Logan was on the other team; he and James had decided that they were good enough to play one-man-down. As it turned out, they weren't.

"Weren't you the one that said you could beat us, even though you played one-man-down?" Carlos asked him.

"It's still not fair!" Logan whined again, "She's almost as good as we are!"

"Thank you, Logan," I said with a mock bow.

"Hey," James said as he skated over to us from the far side of the rink, "Nice job, Katie!" James was the last of my metaphorical brothers. He was the one that had made them all go to the audition in the first place. So, if it weren't for him, none of us would be here, and he liked to remind us of it every single day.

"Thank you," I said with a smile on my face. Man, I love them. Who needs friends when they have four awesome brothers? Don't get me wrong, I have friends, but not the kind I spend time with 24/7. I don't hang around my brothers like a little doggie-tail, but I do like being with them.

We saw that we had five minutes left of our session. We often paid to have sessions. That meant that we could use the empty rink for a certain time. It's expensive, but it was definitely worth it. What use was it to skate when you bumped into people all the time?

"Race you!" I shouted to no-one in particular. I heard four pairs of skates echoing mine as I raced around the rink. I guess I was pretty good if the guys couldn't catch up to me. Not that I'm gloating or anything, but I think that outskating the Kendall Knight was a certain milestone that I had just reached.

I guess that having four brothers could be considered strange, but then again, you've never met the boys. Seriously, my life is a crazy whirlpool of mixed up things, but I loved it. I would never do anything to sacrifice that.

"I win," I said after I completed five rounds. The guys were nowhere near to catching up.

"Fine," Logan gave, out of breath. "Man, Kendall, what have you been feeding that girl?"

"Brotherly love," Kendall replied with a smile. "Good job, sis."

"Thank you," I said. I checked the time and saw that we had to get out of here to make room for the people trying in vain to skate without coaches or teachers. "Guys, we have to go, there're already people coming in to skate."

"Right," James, Carlos, Logan and Kendall said. They lined up in front of me and saluted. It's a game we've played since we were little. I'm always the commander, me being the only girl.

"James," I addressed him, standing at the far left, "You and Kendall are in charge of getting the goals into the supply room, and help Logan and Carlos when you're done."

"Got it," they chorused.

"Logan," I said and turned to him.

He was quietly muttering, "Don't say clean toilets, don't say clean toilets!"

I shrugged and continued, "You and Carlos are in change of cleaning up the pucks and the place where we sat."

"Right away, chief!" They said.

"Now, move, move, move!" I shouted and they were on their merry way.

I, on the other hand, got to do the most fun part. I got to ride the machine that made the ice smooth again.

"Out of the way, people!" I shouted and mounted the machine.

"Oh no!" I heard James scream in mock fear, "There's the ice monster riding on a piece of metal!"

"Can it, James!" I shouted at him while driving in his direction. I just wanted to scare him; I would never, ever, run over my brothers.

I finished running over the ice and parked the machine. I walked over to my brothers with my skates in hand. Well, technically, I ran. What? The ice's really cold! Besides, I wouldn't just go skating over my newly-made smooth ice, now would I?

"And there she is!" Carlos yelled through his hands shaped to make a bullhorn, "The star of the show, the girl of the game! Ladies and gentlemen, I give you… Katie Knight!"

Okay, so they spoil me a little. No wrong in that.

"Man, Katie," James said from beside me. We were sitting on the bench in the locker room, changing out of our hockey gear.

"I've never seen you play so well," he continued, "You should totally try out for the girls' team."

"Yeah," Carlos agreed, "I wish we could have tried out for the boys' team. That would have been incredible." He got a dreamy look on his face.

"The only reason we haven't tried out," James went on, "Is because we're too busy rocking it out with Gustavo."

"He's right, Katie," Kendall told me, "You're good, and I mean really good."

"Yeah, you just beat James and me," Logan said, "That has got to count for something."

"Yeah," I speculated, "But I don't know. I mean, I've never played on a team before. I've only played with you guys."

"And learned tons of new tricks for it," Carlos said. "Come on, we'll help you prepare."

"You mean it?" I asked, and then continued without waiting for an answer, "Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt to try."

I was happy being where I was, but even I realized that I've been nagging the guys to bring me to the rink. With a hockey-crazed brother, I guess I never even got a chance to hate hockey, but I didnt mind.

"Okay, you guys finish up here," I said when I was done, "I'm going to go and check the notice board for any information."

"Okay, we'll meet you out there," Kendall said.

"Great," I said as I walked up the stairs.

I stopped in front of the notice board and scanned all the notices. The guys' team try-outs sheet was up and the girls' too. I got out a notebook and pen and smiled as I wrote down the information. With the guys as my trainers, I had no chance of losing.

I smiled as I heard them coming up the stairs. Yup, I had this in the bag.

"Katie?" I heard my mom call my name through the locked door of my room.

"I… I can't talk now, Mom," I mumbled through my tears. Why is Katie, the toughest girl in the Palmwoods crying? Easy, a one word answer.

Hockey.

I heard my mom and the boys talk.

"What happened?" My mom asked the guys. I could just picture them now, standing in a line in the living room.

"Well, today was the day that she went for her try-outs," I heard Carlos say quietly, no doubt feeling that it was their fault.

"…And we helped her get ready…" Logan continued. I could picture him now, scratching the back of his neck and frowning.

"And I guess she got blown off," Kendall finished for him.

It's been two weeks since they suggested that I try out, two fun, hard-working weeks. I shuddered as I thought of what happened earlier today.

"YOU WILL NEVER, EVER, BE A PART OF THIS TEAM! I WILL SEE TO IT THAT YOU WON'T GET INTO ANY TEAM IN THE COUNTRY! YOU WILL NEVER SEE A HOCKEY-RINK AGAIN AFTER I'M DONE WITH YOU! DO YOU THINK THAT YOU ARE JUST SO GOOD THAT YOU CAN JUST WALZ IN HERE WITHOUT A COACH, HAVING NEVER PLAYED ON A TEAM IN YOUR LIFE AND SAY THAT YOU WANT TO TRY OUT? WELL, I HAVE NEWS FOR YOU; IT'S NEVER GOING TO HAPPEN!"

"But, I'm good," I remembered arguing, "My brothers trained me."

"AWW, WELL ISN'T THAT JUST SO SWEET? NOW GET OUT OF MY FACE!"

Okay, so the coach was pretty mean. All I did was beat her in the try-outs. She faced all of us one-on-one so she could see what we played like, and I was the only one to get through to the goal. So I'm good, what's wrong with that? Isn't it usually a good thing to have a good player on your team?

And the worst part of it all was the girls that were there. Everybody thought that hockey-girls were butch and scary. Well, they have definitely not seen these blond bimbos.

The worst of them all was a little brat in a pink skirt and a sparkling white top that came up to her bellybutton. She was the typical stereotype Barbie girl. She even had a pink hockey-stick! Seriously, have you ever seen a professional hockey-player with a shocking pink hockey-stick? No, I don't think you have. And if the hockey-stick wasn't enough, she giggled when the coach, Ms. Schnauzer, yelled at me.

Really, I mean, come on! She was the first one to get picked, and she held her hockey-stick in the wrong hand and stood on the wrong side of the line when we played a mini-game.

And here I sat in my room, thinking about how unfair the coach was.

"I heard yelling when I went down there," I heard James tell the others. They were all seated on the couch. I knew that because the guy who invented keyholes didn't know that he was producing a mega spy-instrument. My mom had gone to somewhere else in the apartment.

"Who's voice?" I heard Carlos ask.

"The coach's," James answered. "I think her name was Ms. Schnauzer. I couldn't make out the words, but it certainly wasn't good."

I didn't even know that James went down there; I must have missed him when I ran out. I slapped my hand across my forehead. I just remembered that I left my hockey-gear in my locker. I rented one a long time ago to put my stuff in so that it wouldn't get lost when I played with the guys. You never know who hangs around those locker rooms. It's not much of an extra cost and besides, if I rent one every time we went skating, I would be paying a lot more.

"Poor Katie," I heard Kendall say. "She's brilliant. I mean, did you guys see how she whipped me in that one-on-one match we had the other day? She's almost as good, if not better, than us."

I smiled; I was really touched.

"She's better, dude," Logan said. "She beats all of us and she's down there every day, practicing her heart out, and then she didn't get in."

I decided to go get my stuff and walk to clear my head. I needed to think.

I quietly opened my door and slithered out, trying to sneak out unnoticed. If they find out where I'm going, they'll no doubt try to come with me. I mean I love them and all, but I'm a girl too, and girls need their space.

"Where do you think you're going?" James asked from the couch. Oops, busted.

"I left my gear at the rink," I said truthfully, "I'll just go and get it and then be right back."

"Katie," Kendall said, but I cut him off. I already knew what he was going to say.

"No Kendall, thanks anyway for asking to come with me," I told them, "I'll be back soon, and anyway, I need to clear my head."

"But I haven't even-" but I couldn't hear the rest of the sentence since I was already out of the door and halfway down the hall. He was so predictable sometimes.

I walked the path to the rink deep in thought. I love hockey, and the guys thought I was great. All the things that they said in there really helped boost my confidence, and I guess I do work hard.

Why wasn't it enough for me? Why do I want to show off my skills to other people?

I pondered this thought as I stepped inside a door and was hit by a wall of cold air. It took me a minute to realize that the cold air was coming from the ice rink. I guess I was thinking harder than I realized.

I nodded to the lady at the counter- they were used to me by now- and went down to the locker rooms.

I got my things, being careful to lock the door again, and began walking back. I was almost at the door when my eye caught something on the notice board.

It was a bright blue notice, contrasting heavily with the pink one that advertised the girls' try-outs.

I read it over and smiled.

I got out my notebook and pen and wrote down the information.

Who says that I can't play on a team just because I didn't make that one? Who says that I'm terrible just because Ms. Schnauzer said so?

Looks like I'm going to get my chance after all.

I laughed out of pure happiness as I skipped down the street. Even though I wrote the information down, I had it memorized.

Boys' Hockey Try-outs, 16h00, 16 October the Hollywood Star Ice Rink