WELCOME TO

PRYOR ACADEMY

Here, in Pryor Grove, every decision

teeters on an eigth of an inch

If you listen hard enough, you’ll hear stories echo through the rink of Pryor Academy. A game only counts for 60 minutes of the day, but the consequences of our choices lay the grounds for a future untold. We balance the wants of those we love and our own desires. But sometimes the biggest fights aren’t the ones with sticks and skates, they’re the ones we have with ourselves.

The ice holds memories. And while no jersey can cover up the things we’re running from, it’s the numbers on our backs that remind us why we laced up in the first place.

Meet the Students

"And when the ice melts. What happens then?"
“People always saw me as this scared little girl, until I wrote my own story.”
“I’m not Brady. I’m not Vanessa. Who do you want me to be?”
“My name doesn’t mean anything.”
“If someone was literally handing me my dream, I wouldn’t hesitate.”