Disclaimer: Okay, I don't own the Ducks, which I am still brooding over!
Along with Larson or McGill. BUT I do own Angel.
I woke up on a bright Saturday morning. The sunlight shone on my head and I opened my eyes slowly.
"Morning Banks" Charlie said and slipped on a pair of jeans and his old Ducks jersey from pee wees. "Hey, you want to go blading?"
I opened my mouth to say yes, but then I realized that it was Saturday, and Saturday meant that I had to go home for the weekend.
"Sorry, can't. I got to catch the train to hell."
"Oh, going home huh?"
I nodded my head. I have no idea why I had to go back and spend 'quality time' with my family. All my brother does is boast about the trophies and the medals he got, my dad does his work and my mum tries to get us to do things together but to no avail.
I grabbed my jacket and headed for the subway. As I sat on the train, those horrible memories flashed through my mind. I shivered at the thought and tried to think of other things.
I alighted and walked home.
"Adam? Is that you?"
"Yes mum."
"Good, 'cause you're just in time to meet our new neighbours."
New neighbours; that meant helping them move in their stuff; which meant hard work; which meant that it would be time consuming; which in all meant less quality time family!
"Great. I can't wait," I said gleefully.
A big truck with the "Movers" sign written across it stopped in front of the house next to ours. A Mercedes Benz stopped behind it.
A girl stepped out from the car. She had dark brown hair that she tied up. Her eyes were hidden behind her sunglasses and she wore a very unique necklace. It had a seashell strung across it and on the seashell was a small chip. She carried her video camera but stuffed it back into backpack to take a box into the house. She looked about my age. And... oddly familiar.
I rushed over to help her when I saw her lift up one of the boxes.
"Here, can I help you with that?" I asked politely
"Yeah, just grab-"
She paused and took off her shades and stared at me.
"Adam? Adam Banks?"
"Um...yes," I said, surprised she knew my name.
The smile on her face vanished.
"On second thought, I think I can bring this in myself."
"Are you sure? I think you could really use my help," I said quickly.
She rolled her eyes. "Look Banksie! Don't give me that crap! I don't NEED your help. I never NEEDED you okay? You're a hopeless creep! Now move! You're in my way!"
She pushed me aside forcefully and went into the house. I just stood there in shock.
"Give her some time?"
I spun around. "Mrs. Parker? What are you doing here?"
"Well, I'm moving in" She said giggly
I looked at her then shifted my gaze to the house next to mine." So that was..."
Mrs. Parker nodded her head softly.
"Angel?" I muttered.
Author's note: Hey all of you!! For this story, I will try and put an author's note if I remember. Um... special thanks to my editor and all of the people who have read my story, I hope you like it. I think this story is better than my previous one but then again, it could be just as bad. So please review and give me your comments!! I look forward to them (even if they're bad). So bye for now and keep reading okay? Well, chao!!
I woke up on a bright Saturday morning. The sunlight shone on my head and I opened my eyes slowly.
"Morning Banks" Charlie said and slipped on a pair of jeans and his old Ducks jersey from pee wees. "Hey, you want to go blading?"
I opened my mouth to say yes, but then I realized that it was Saturday, and Saturday meant that I had to go home for the weekend.
"Sorry, can't. I got to catch the train to hell."
"Oh, going home huh?"
I nodded my head. I have no idea why I had to go back and spend 'quality time' with my family. All my brother does is boast about the trophies and the medals he got, my dad does his work and my mum tries to get us to do things together but to no avail.
I grabbed my jacket and headed for the subway. As I sat on the train, those horrible memories flashed through my mind. I shivered at the thought and tried to think of other things.
I alighted and walked home.
"Adam? Is that you?"
"Yes mum."
"Good, 'cause you're just in time to meet our new neighbours."
New neighbours; that meant helping them move in their stuff; which meant hard work; which meant that it would be time consuming; which in all meant less quality time family!
"Great. I can't wait," I said gleefully.
A big truck with the "Movers" sign written across it stopped in front of the house next to ours. A Mercedes Benz stopped behind it.
A girl stepped out from the car. She had dark brown hair that she tied up. Her eyes were hidden behind her sunglasses and she wore a very unique necklace. It had a seashell strung across it and on the seashell was a small chip. She carried her video camera but stuffed it back into backpack to take a box into the house. She looked about my age. And... oddly familiar.
I rushed over to help her when I saw her lift up one of the boxes.
"Here, can I help you with that?" I asked politely
"Yeah, just grab-"
She paused and took off her shades and stared at me.
"Adam? Adam Banks?"
"Um...yes," I said, surprised she knew my name.
The smile on her face vanished.
"On second thought, I think I can bring this in myself."
"Are you sure? I think you could really use my help," I said quickly.
She rolled her eyes. "Look Banksie! Don't give me that crap! I don't NEED your help. I never NEEDED you okay? You're a hopeless creep! Now move! You're in my way!"
She pushed me aside forcefully and went into the house. I just stood there in shock.
"Give her some time?"
I spun around. "Mrs. Parker? What are you doing here?"
"Well, I'm moving in" She said giggly
I looked at her then shifted my gaze to the house next to mine." So that was..."
Mrs. Parker nodded her head softly.
"Angel?" I muttered.
Author's note: Hey all of you!! For this story, I will try and put an author's note if I remember. Um... special thanks to my editor and all of the people who have read my story, I hope you like it. I think this story is better than my previous one but then again, it could be just as bad. So please review and give me your comments!! I look forward to them (even if they're bad). So bye for now and keep reading okay? Well, chao!!