Something's Odd About Joe
Introduction/Characters:
Josephine "Joe" Taylor: Sophmore transfer at Eden Hall. You're average tomboy.
Tyler "Ty Ty" Taylor: Joe's twin bro, 16 years old, also a transfer at Eden Hall. A slight trash talker.
Also Includes all the Ducks.
Disclaimer: I do not know or own the duck's characters. But I do own my own characters. Please read and review, constructive feedback is appreciated!
Chapter One:
The last day of summer was coming to an end; the clock hand was slowly turning to 6 'o' clock. The chime was heard throughout campus of Eden Hall. Fulton shifted his weight about as he heard the chime; a slight smile crossed his face. He stared at Orion going on about teamwork and making this season the best they ever had.
"Practice and hard work will get us through this season, and with luck we will be able to make Nationals.." Orion's voice drifted off. Fulton's gaze looked back from him over to the bleachers, where some of their friends were sitting, showing their support for the last pre-season practice.
"Alright Ducks, get a good's night rest, we meet back here tomorrow 4 pm sharp." Orion nodded signing for them to go about their ways. Everyone headed towards the locker rooms ready to get out of the sweaty gear and go back to their dorms. After they had changed it seemed just like another evening for the ducks. Fulton and Portman were walking towards their dorm when they were stopped, or rather ran in to, by a form on rollerblades.
"Hey watch where you're going!" Portman called out. The form stopped in it's tracks and turned around.
"Sorry, didn't know you'd be so dainty. Thought all you hockey players were tough," the form answered. The voice was low and husky. Fulton squinted a bit unable to tell who was standing five feet away. He focused a bit better to see a tall young boy, with baggy blue jeans, a black Metallica shirt, an army jacket and a John Deer Hat.
"Dainty, Dainty my ass…why don't you come over here and say that punk!" Portman dropped his bag in instinct.
"How about this, we drop the Neanderthal act and take it out on the ice huh Portman?" the boy skated closer to them stopping.
"Portman, lets go, dude I'm not in the mood to start stuff tonight," Fulton looked to his friend.
"Not in the mood are we, typical. No wonder you guys lost last season, looks like there will be a couple of spots open on the Ducks eh," the boy laughed. Fulton's hair on his neck stood on end.
"You got it buddy name your time and place," he growled.
"Tomorrow 5 am, the ice, be ready to get crushed," the boy laughed.
"You're going to take us both on?" Portman arched a brow.
"Nah I'll even it up, get me a partner, and trust me, we'll wipe the ice with you two!" the boy turned again snorting as he skated away in to the courtyard.
"Well then tomorrow will prove to be interesting," Portman smirked. Fulton looked at him half heartedly.
"Yea lets start the year out in competition again, yay, wohoo," Fulton scoffed slightly. Portman looked to his friend his eyebrow lifting,
"Man what is with you lately? Seriously you've been all doom and gloom, it's really depressing.."
"Didn't have a good summer, family life wasn't what I expected," Fulton hung his head. The two boys made their ways up the stairs to their rooms. They both took long showers before they blasted some AC/DC as they were getting in to bed. Portman said his usual "Good night Dude. " But Fulton was silent. He was too busy in another world. His mind fixated on the images flashing through his head of his father. Fulton finally fell to sleep. But unlucky for him the dreams that haunted him were once back...