~* Then Mighty Ducks are Disney's as is everything else in this story. *~
I could barely contain my laughter when Cole spit his gum in that dopey cowboy's hand.
"Hi, I'm Dwayne, we're the new hockey team." Did the stupid hick actually think we didn't know that already? It was because of those damn Ducks Riley's little brother didn't make JV this year.
"He probably wasn't good enough." That's when the blonde haired girl that was sitting with them turned around and made her snotty declaration.
I noticed two things about her at that point 1) she had a severe attitude and 2) she was really cute. Not all done up and bimbo like, like every other girl in Eden Hall. I gave her a small smile and alittle wink to which she groaned and turned away from me. I know, I know way to go Scooter, you've got all the subtleness of a bull in a china shop. I didn't have time to wallow in my rejection however, a scream and the crash of the curtain drew my attention back to the stage where a kid in a green hockey jersey was standing.
"Hi we're the Ducks." Oh boy it was going to be a long year.
Oh, I just got ahead of myself didn't I? I mean here I am telling for about my first day of school and you don't even know who I am. Maybe I should introduce myself and all before we get back to my life. My name is Scott Philip Vanderbilt but everyone calls me Scooter. Why do they call me Scooter if Scott is shorter? It's simple really I'm actually Scott Philip Vanderbilt IIII. Now I have no objection to having a family name per say, I'd have no problem at all if I didn't have to share it with my father. Everyone calls him Scott and being that he's quite possibly the worlds biggest asshole... But I digress, where was I? Oh right telling you about me. Well I'm a junior at Eden Hall, I play hockey, the varsity goalie in fact. I've been best friends with Cole and Riley since peewees, they're a year older then me though. Let's see, my favorite color is orange, I drive a gold Mercedes and I like jazz and blues, mostly mellow stuff. Well that's enough about me let's get back to the good stuff.
I was walking down the hall with Riley and Cole on the way to fifth period when I saw her again. Julie Gaffney that is, of course my buddies were in the middle of stealing one of the other Ducks lunches at the time. That was definitely not a number one way to impress her, hanging out with the guys that are bullying her friends. Not to mention the fact that they were being completely unlikable, it really irked me but what could I say.
My schedule was just like I expected it to be that year, I was in all A level junior classes. That meant that I had very few members on the team in class with me. The ones I did have were all seniors taking junior courses because well they weren't any too bright. That didn't bother me to much though, I mean while hockey was important to me and I really cared about me fellow warriors, I wasn't like them and as time went on I noticed how diminutive the amount of thing we had in common was becoming. They were all about warrior pride and had spent their entire summer trying to figure out a way they could destroy the Ducks when school started back up. I didn't.
It's not that I liked the younger team exactly, I really had no opinion on them either way, it was just once the time came I realized how childish that all sounded. Sure I felt bad about Rick's little brother losing his spot, Kyle was a pretty cool kid and all, but I didn't see a reason to blame the Ducks for that and hold them responsible. It wasn't their fault dean Buckley was an idiot and gave them the scholarships over the people that had been promised them to begin with, even if they didn't deserve them he should have kept his word. Of course I'd never tell the guys that. The JV may not have been the enemy but I wasn't about to lose my friends for them…well maybe for that Julie Gaffney. Who was exceedingly pretty.
By practice I was pretty well set to take my place between the pipes. I loved hockey, it was like air to me, had been since I was six. I'm pretty good too, if I can say so myself. I wish I was a skater like the rest of the team but I'm a better goalie anyway. Might as well stick with what works. Plus the goal tender is one of the most essential parts of the team, don't you think? That was my second year on varsity, I was moved up the start of my sophomore season because their goalie flunked summer school the year before and couldn't come back. I was the youngest on the team but Cole and Rick were already playing for varsity so I wasn't alone.
Coach Wilson was all right I guess, a little obsessed with winning though, But then that's the whole damn school. Students and staff included. Well Orion wasn't, he was however a defense nut, personally I wasn't missing him as my coach, even if I was his favorite player when I was on his team. We got many a goose egg because of my fast glove and swift stick. Oh yeah back to the subject, practice. You know you really gotta stop me when I go off on these tangents or else you'll never get the actual story. Raise you hand and say Scooter you babbling or something like that.
*Scooter you're babbling again*
See, do it like that. Thanks Meme. Anyway I stopped 95% of the shots taken at me that particular practice. Spending the summer at a hockey training camp rather then contemplating the demise of the freshmen team paid off.
"You're looking great this year Scooter." Coach Wilson was never one to compliment, so when he gave me that one I nearly fell off my skates.
"Thanks Coach." I responded pulling off my helmet and running my hand threw my brownish hair.
"Good job and keep it up." He patted my shoulder as he directed the rest of the guys into the locker room to shower.
"The JV dorks have practice now." Cole scoffed skating over to me
"My dad says it's all a publicity stunt but it's going to kill the school's reputation." Leave it to Tom Riley to give Rick more ammo to use against the Mighty Geese. Mighty Geese, I like that, I wish I had used that back in high school. We always called them Duckies or Ducklings.
"Those rejects shoulda stayed on their own side of the tracks." Granted Cole doesn't have to be intelligent but why must he be so stupid?
"We don't have tracks Cole ,see there's no trains therefore no tracks you get that?" That screwed him up a bit, I couldn't help it some times it was just to easy
"Hey don't get smart with me goalie." Yeah when he tries to look big and tuff to me that's when you know he came to the startling conclusion he's a moron and shouldn't have said anything to begin with.
"Come on Scooter, you better then to confuse Cole, he's on our team." Eden Hall the only place were Riley can be both the devil in carnet and peace maker at the same time.
I kept an eye on the JV as we left the rink and what they still don't know to this day is I watched their first practice. I hid in the corner of the top row of the bleachers as they played. Some of them were really good. Their captain Charlie Conway didn't get to play much though, he spent most of the time doing laps for some asinine comment he made to Orion. Julie was pretty good nonetheless and I didn't mind watching her. She grabbed the pucks from the air so gracefully, like a cat swatting flies. She had a better glove then me and she looked damn good while using it. I was not in anyway shape or form looking forward to the JV Varsity showdown. What if she made more saves then me? That would've been humiliating. Beaten by the very girl that's been on your mind since you first saw her in the auditorium.
*Hand raises but doesn't have time to remind Scooter of the rambling agreement*
Oh right blathering again aren't I? Julie does that to me. Well let's see so yeah she stopped almost everything that came at her with the exception of anything shot by number 99 Adam Banks. He was really good and from what I saw of the Goodwill Games was the best player on the team. I had over heard Wilson talking to Orion while I was changing after our practice and Orion told Wilson if Banks was as good as he was hyped up to be we could have him. Now from watching him in person, I can tell you he was better then the press gave him credit for. I knew he was going to be a valuable asset to our team and maybe if I was lucky he could hook me up with 'The Cat'. In addition to that, it was a good chance he would want to me in what ever treachery the rest of the varsity had planned as little as I did. That would make him an ally.
When Duck practice got over I went back to the dorm to unpack and so ended my first day of junior year.
I could barely contain my laughter when Cole spit his gum in that dopey cowboy's hand.
"Hi, I'm Dwayne, we're the new hockey team." Did the stupid hick actually think we didn't know that already? It was because of those damn Ducks Riley's little brother didn't make JV this year.
"He probably wasn't good enough." That's when the blonde haired girl that was sitting with them turned around and made her snotty declaration.
I noticed two things about her at that point 1) she had a severe attitude and 2) she was really cute. Not all done up and bimbo like, like every other girl in Eden Hall. I gave her a small smile and alittle wink to which she groaned and turned away from me. I know, I know way to go Scooter, you've got all the subtleness of a bull in a china shop. I didn't have time to wallow in my rejection however, a scream and the crash of the curtain drew my attention back to the stage where a kid in a green hockey jersey was standing.
"Hi we're the Ducks." Oh boy it was going to be a long year.
Oh, I just got ahead of myself didn't I? I mean here I am telling for about my first day of school and you don't even know who I am. Maybe I should introduce myself and all before we get back to my life. My name is Scott Philip Vanderbilt but everyone calls me Scooter. Why do they call me Scooter if Scott is shorter? It's simple really I'm actually Scott Philip Vanderbilt IIII. Now I have no objection to having a family name per say, I'd have no problem at all if I didn't have to share it with my father. Everyone calls him Scott and being that he's quite possibly the worlds biggest asshole... But I digress, where was I? Oh right telling you about me. Well I'm a junior at Eden Hall, I play hockey, the varsity goalie in fact. I've been best friends with Cole and Riley since peewees, they're a year older then me though. Let's see, my favorite color is orange, I drive a gold Mercedes and I like jazz and blues, mostly mellow stuff. Well that's enough about me let's get back to the good stuff.
I was walking down the hall with Riley and Cole on the way to fifth period when I saw her again. Julie Gaffney that is, of course my buddies were in the middle of stealing one of the other Ducks lunches at the time. That was definitely not a number one way to impress her, hanging out with the guys that are bullying her friends. Not to mention the fact that they were being completely unlikable, it really irked me but what could I say.
My schedule was just like I expected it to be that year, I was in all A level junior classes. That meant that I had very few members on the team in class with me. The ones I did have were all seniors taking junior courses because well they weren't any too bright. That didn't bother me to much though, I mean while hockey was important to me and I really cared about me fellow warriors, I wasn't like them and as time went on I noticed how diminutive the amount of thing we had in common was becoming. They were all about warrior pride and had spent their entire summer trying to figure out a way they could destroy the Ducks when school started back up. I didn't.
It's not that I liked the younger team exactly, I really had no opinion on them either way, it was just once the time came I realized how childish that all sounded. Sure I felt bad about Rick's little brother losing his spot, Kyle was a pretty cool kid and all, but I didn't see a reason to blame the Ducks for that and hold them responsible. It wasn't their fault dean Buckley was an idiot and gave them the scholarships over the people that had been promised them to begin with, even if they didn't deserve them he should have kept his word. Of course I'd never tell the guys that. The JV may not have been the enemy but I wasn't about to lose my friends for them…well maybe for that Julie Gaffney. Who was exceedingly pretty.
By practice I was pretty well set to take my place between the pipes. I loved hockey, it was like air to me, had been since I was six. I'm pretty good too, if I can say so myself. I wish I was a skater like the rest of the team but I'm a better goalie anyway. Might as well stick with what works. Plus the goal tender is one of the most essential parts of the team, don't you think? That was my second year on varsity, I was moved up the start of my sophomore season because their goalie flunked summer school the year before and couldn't come back. I was the youngest on the team but Cole and Rick were already playing for varsity so I wasn't alone.
Coach Wilson was all right I guess, a little obsessed with winning though, But then that's the whole damn school. Students and staff included. Well Orion wasn't, he was however a defense nut, personally I wasn't missing him as my coach, even if I was his favorite player when I was on his team. We got many a goose egg because of my fast glove and swift stick. Oh yeah back to the subject, practice. You know you really gotta stop me when I go off on these tangents or else you'll never get the actual story. Raise you hand and say Scooter you babbling or something like that.
*Scooter you're babbling again*
See, do it like that. Thanks Meme. Anyway I stopped 95% of the shots taken at me that particular practice. Spending the summer at a hockey training camp rather then contemplating the demise of the freshmen team paid off.
"You're looking great this year Scooter." Coach Wilson was never one to compliment, so when he gave me that one I nearly fell off my skates.
"Thanks Coach." I responded pulling off my helmet and running my hand threw my brownish hair.
"Good job and keep it up." He patted my shoulder as he directed the rest of the guys into the locker room to shower.
"The JV dorks have practice now." Cole scoffed skating over to me
"My dad says it's all a publicity stunt but it's going to kill the school's reputation." Leave it to Tom Riley to give Rick more ammo to use against the Mighty Geese. Mighty Geese, I like that, I wish I had used that back in high school. We always called them Duckies or Ducklings.
"Those rejects shoulda stayed on their own side of the tracks." Granted Cole doesn't have to be intelligent but why must he be so stupid?
"We don't have tracks Cole ,see there's no trains therefore no tracks you get that?" That screwed him up a bit, I couldn't help it some times it was just to easy
"Hey don't get smart with me goalie." Yeah when he tries to look big and tuff to me that's when you know he came to the startling conclusion he's a moron and shouldn't have said anything to begin with.
"Come on Scooter, you better then to confuse Cole, he's on our team." Eden Hall the only place were Riley can be both the devil in carnet and peace maker at the same time.
I kept an eye on the JV as we left the rink and what they still don't know to this day is I watched their first practice. I hid in the corner of the top row of the bleachers as they played. Some of them were really good. Their captain Charlie Conway didn't get to play much though, he spent most of the time doing laps for some asinine comment he made to Orion. Julie was pretty good nonetheless and I didn't mind watching her. She grabbed the pucks from the air so gracefully, like a cat swatting flies. She had a better glove then me and she looked damn good while using it. I was not in anyway shape or form looking forward to the JV Varsity showdown. What if she made more saves then me? That would've been humiliating. Beaten by the very girl that's been on your mind since you first saw her in the auditorium.
*Hand raises but doesn't have time to remind Scooter of the rambling agreement*
Oh right blathering again aren't I? Julie does that to me. Well let's see so yeah she stopped almost everything that came at her with the exception of anything shot by number 99 Adam Banks. He was really good and from what I saw of the Goodwill Games was the best player on the team. I had over heard Wilson talking to Orion while I was changing after our practice and Orion told Wilson if Banks was as good as he was hyped up to be we could have him. Now from watching him in person, I can tell you he was better then the press gave him credit for. I knew he was going to be a valuable asset to our team and maybe if I was lucky he could hook me up with 'The Cat'. In addition to that, it was a good chance he would want to me in what ever treachery the rest of the varsity had planned as little as I did. That would make him an ally.
When Duck practice got over I went back to the dorm to unpack and so ended my first day of junior year.