DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT own The Mighty Ducks, only characters you don't recognize (so far, only Claire and Jeff Conway). Though I wouldn't mind owning Adam Banks...
Prologue
For most of my life, it's just been the three of us. Charlie, Mom and me. Dad left when we were younger, after he and mom divorced. My last memory of him, besides in court, was when I was about seven; that was after the divorce, back when he still lived in Minnesota and had visitation rights. My memories of him are a blur of "candy", alcohol (on his part), and beatings.
I wasn't always this way. I was a very talkative child; Charlie and I thrived off of the attention we got from those around us, and we loved people. But that changed as I grew up. You don't understand, do you. I guess I should explain myself.
It all starts back when my parents first met in their sophomore year of high school here in Minneapolis, Minnesota. They instantly hit it off and were a couple by the end of their junior year. They stayed together throughout college and, not long after they were married, Mom found out she was pregnant. They were overjoyed to find out that they were having twins, and for the first two years of our life, we were a picture-perfect family. Jeff and Casey Conway, the loving parents, and Charlie and Claire Conway, the adorably happy children. But not long after our third birthday, Dad got laid off. Mom took up a shift at the local diner, Mickey's, during the nights, and Dad would do odd jobs during the days. But Dad had lost his path; he was no longer happy with his life. He started drinking and buying drugs with most of the money he made. He started dealing drugs as well. And during the nights, when he would come home drunk, he would beat Charlie and I.
He started giving us "candy" when he would become abusive. And, you guessed it, they were actually drugs; they made it so that we wouldn't remember anything. Eventually I stopped eating the "candy", and Dad would get even angrier at me. He would beat me twice as much as he beat Charlie. When Mom found out, she was livid. It resulted in a divorce, and Dad's lawyers fought hard to get him visitation rights. From the ages of five to seven, Charlie and I were forced to visit the evil man, and he still beat us. Most of my memories from those visits are of me standing up to the devilish man so that he wouldn't beat Charlie; though I'm the younger twin, I'm way more protective.
Charlie eventually told Mom, and she filed a restraining order, which caused Dad to move to Florida. Throughout my childhood, I started to talk less and less. Charlie and I are ten now, and I only talk when necessary, or if I feel like it.
The whole Dad thing isn't the only black point of my life. For most of my school years, I was bullied for not talking and for standing up for my brother. Not to mention being singled out for my good grades and whatnot. It's gotten so bad that I'm switching schools.
But for all of the bad points in my life, there are good ones. I love dancing, specifically ballroom and ballet. I've been taking classes since I was about three, and there's one other person in both classes; he just so happens to be my ballroom partner. We've been competing together since we were five, and I probably won't disclose his name yet. Sorry. I've also found an escape in hockey. Charlie and I have been skating since we were two, and we've been playing hockey for about as long as I can remember. We have amazing teammates, and archenemies in the Hawks, the best team in the league. Heck, our team doesn't even have a name. We're just District 5, or D-5. Our last coach recently had a heart attack, from being so frustrated with how much we suck. So hopefully we'll get a replacement soon.
A/N - So this is my first fic, and I'm super excited! I'd love to hear your feedback and opinions. Thanks!