Disclaimer: The characters in the story do not belong to me except for the evil cheerleaders that I am supposed to intruduce later, and are appearing in all of my stories, my aren't they the popular ones.

Gunnar Stahl, the Viking's top scorer and captain could not believe his luck his horridly horrid luck. Why oh why did his parents believe in this thing called education? Why! Well that wouldn't be so bad if they weren't sending him to AMERICA for EDUCATION.

Gunnar banged his head against the wall of his room. With his luck he'd probably get stuck in the same school as the ducks, which of course couldn't be that bad because they no longer saw him as the bad guy. At least he didn't think so.

"Gunnar! Dinner!" Her mother yelled in Icelandic.

"Coming!" he responded in Icelandic as well. He hoped that his mother wouldn't notice that he now had a red mark on his forehead from his head beating. Gunnar ran downstairs and sat in the table and waited for his father to do the same thing.

Although Gunnar knew that his stomach was empty, but he didn't have the appetite to eat, not after he had learn of the news, the very dreadful news.

"So, Gunnar, are you excited about going to America for the Exchange Student program?" His father asked in English, his father wanted him to be "prepared" for all the English that they would be speaking.

"Not really," Gunnar muttered in Icelandic, he hated talking in English, he had an awful accent and so did everyone else in Iceland that were natives here. His mom used to laugh at him when he tried to copy his American father when he was talking in English.

"What was that?" His father asked pretending not to hear him. He did that every time that he refused not to talk in English. It was absolutely annoying. Of course it could also mean that he hadn't heard what he had muttered.

"Certainly," Gunnar said in English with a fake smile.

"Now that's the spirit!" His father said. Gunnar usually wished at the moment that his father was a native in Iceland and didn't believe in sending off his only child to a foreign country for "educational" purposes.

Gunnar sighed and excused himself from the table. His mother stared at his plate concerned. "Gunnar, you barely even touched your food; in fact I don't think that you did touch your food."

His mother didn't like talking in English, but his father never forced her. Lucky her. Gunnar had an apologetic look on his face and said in Icelandic, "I wasn't feeling hungry today."

So this was it, his parents were really going to dump him in the U.S. where he's alone. His parents were so happy when they found out that he was going to be accepted for that Exchange Student thing, and that he was going to go to a very prestigious academy called Eden Hall Academy.

It couldn't be that bad if the school was as dedicated to hockey as his parents has said. It was only going to be two semesters there so it would be over way before he knew it. Or at least he had been praying it would.

He turned around and looked one last time at his parents before he went into the airport. He had a couple minutes left before his plane would be leaving so he took the time to buy himself lunch; the food on the plane was way expensive.

Gunnar sighed it was going to be a very long flight all the way to Minnesota, which according to his parents were in the middle of U.S. he would have learned that in school had he actually bothered paying attention to it. There was only one important thing to Gunnar and it was definitely not school.

"Flight 1483 is now boarding, Flight 1483 is now boarding."

He stood up and walked to the up to his terminal gate. He hated planes, they made him nauseous and it was usually long and boring trips when you were on a plane. There was nothing exciting about it.

Gunnar sat in his first class seat; his father would never allow his son to be seen in mediocre seats even on a car. Sometimes he had to agree with other people when they called him spoilt, but it wasn't his fault, after all he could never control his father's thinking at all. If he could he wouldn't be in the very sad and pathetic situation he was currently in.

He didn't have much to "entertain" himself for the entire five hours it would take him to get to New York and another two hours to get to Minnesota. All that math and calculating distance and plane speed was boring him to death and making him think of school.

He unintentionally fell asleep and woke up when the airplane had landed. Five hours of sleep wasn't bad especially when he wasn't even trying. He wouldn't look so tired when this Dean Buckley was to introduce him to the school.

Today was supposedly the first day of school which he was allowed to miss because of the whole have to get to U.S. before you can do any exchanging. He was also allowed to miss the next day to unpack whatever he had brought with him. His parents were to send loads of items in boxes that he was sure to need later in the school year.

Gunnar checked his watch, it was only 1:15, and the time here was four hours behind Iceland's and the time in Minnesota would be one more hour behind. He may not pay much attention in school, but he was sure as hell not stupid.

He had around 30 minutes to buy himself something to eat, well he thought, until he realized that he didn't have any U.S. dollars. Gunnar sighed as he sat himself down and frowned. Of all the things to forget, he had to forget to exchange some kr. to get by with. And he was pretty hungry too.

"Hey guys did you hear?" Ken Wu said sitting himself down at "Duck's" table as everyone has learned to call it. All of the ducks were already there and was 15 minutes into their lunch. They looked mildly interested, but Ken's news were usually very odd and disturbing. "Cole Sutherland was forced into this Foreign Exchange program by his dad and he's going to be gone for the whole year!"

"Are you serious!" Goldberg shouted as Ken finally grabbed everyone's full attention.

"Yeah! All the Varsity members are complaining that they won't have their best enforcer all year and how this is their last year here too."

"That's awesome! Who's the exchange student?" Charlie asked with full enthusiasm;

"So far, no one knows, there's a bunch of rumors going around that he's from Antarctica or something, but that's all they are a bunch of rumors."

The ducks smiled. No more Cole ever again, because this year would be his senior year and he won't be here for any of it. The ducks had a huge urge to celebrate but that could get them in major trouble with the Dean.

Linda, having been held back by one of her teachers to ask her about something on her project, sat down being very late to lunch. She stared at all the ducks and noticed the weird smile that they all held.

"Hey guys, what did I miss?" Linda asked confused. They looked ridiculous with all of them having the same smile. She was just getting used to the whole "Ducks fly together thing".

So this was it, the "great" Eden Hall Academy, it wasn't "that" impressive but it was somewhat. Dean Buckley had greeted him at the entrance with a little too much enthusiasm. It all seemed fake just like everything else was. They would smile and wave when you look at them but as soon as you turned around they would start whispering behind your back.

Gunnar sighed, he had guessed that he would have to get used to it if he was ever going to survive living here. But who ever thought that him, the "great" Gunnar Stahl, would end up being stuck here, in the most preppiest school that anyone could possibly find?

Well he guessed that he did, after all with his rotten luck its amazing that the ducks don't go to this school.

"You must be pretty excited about our school's hockey teams," Buckley said as he gave Gunnar a tour of the school. Gunnar really wasn't as excited as Buckley thought he was, actually he was very far from it, "We have the Varsity team which is the Eden Hall Warriors, and the JV team which is the Mighty Ducks."

"Excuse me?" Gunnar spoke, well thought, too soon. Great he'll have to face a whole year of humiliation and the ducks.

"Yes the Ducks, the whole team got a full scholarship here after they had won the Junior Goodwill Games."

Gunnar wanted to his head on something, anything, but it wasn't going to happen, he was already going to be humiliated enough. He didn't need to make him look even more pathetic.

"Well here's your room, if there's anything that you need then don't be afraid to ask," Buckley said stopping at room 492. He gave the room keys to Gunnar and turned to leave.

"Actually, I was wondering if you could exchange some of my kr. for some U.S. dollars," Gunnar asked. Buckley looked uncertain at the moment but nodded. Gunnar handed him 13,000 krona, it should turn to around 200 dollars which should be enough for a couple weeks.

"Come by my office tomorrow to pick it up, and come down to the auditory, so I can introduce you, at 5:00, and dinner is served at 7:00." Gunnar nodded and entered his room.

It was pretty much what he had expected from a boarding school, an empty room with a single full bed and a couple drawers. It had a bathroom and a small closet, it was anything but home.

He looked at the clock on the closest drawer to his bed and saw that he still had 2 hours for unpacking until he had to be introduced. He looked at his current options, one he could ACTUALLY unpack like he would sooner or later, or he could look around the school because he didn't actually listen to Buckley talk about the school.

The first would be smart, but the second seemed "smart-er" because he wasn't paying attention. He scolded himself for not listening but decided to go do the second one.

Connie sighed, the whole school were making a rather big deal out of nothing, and it was rather annoying. Julie and the other "smart" ducks were off actually studying, who wants to study any way?

Well she could probably use the help, but still sitting in the library talking about school subjects was not her idea of "fun". Although yelling in the library would be fun, I don't think any of the ducks would be allowed to go back to the library ever again, and they kind of needed that place, no matter how boring it could be sometimes.

Connie was passing by the guy's rooms, hoping that she would catch someone to hang around with, when she saw someone that looked vaguely familiar.

"Hey Scoot-" It wasn't Scooter; he looked a lot like him though. His hair was longer and his skin was awfully pale. She could've sworn she's seen him somewhere before, but where?

Then it hit her, literally, the guy that she had been staring at wasn't paying any attention what so ever to the direction that he was going and crashed into Connie. She moaned in pain and the boy immediately jumped up.

"Sorry," He had said with an awfully familiar accent. When Connie saw the face and realized what kind of accent he had, she found that she was staring at the face of Gunnar Stahl, her "favorite" Viking.

A/N: Geez, this is the longest chapter I have ever written, I had to do so much research on this story so PLEASE review. (I mean a lot, I even tried learning Icelandic, but I found out that learning a whole language in a couple of hours isn't possible, that and the fact that I suck at languages.) I'm really going to need help on this story if I'm going to keep this story up, because I don't think I have enough ideas to make this story last for a year, I know all the main story plots but I need DETAIL, so review if you want this story to not die, litterally.

Also check out my other stories: Cat's Angel and Another Day as a Duck