So, here's how this works. I recently realized that my childhood had been ruined. Why you ask? I never got to see The Mighty Ducks. Horrible isn't it? So I watched all three movies this Saturday, then I proceeded to read loads of Duck Fanfiction, and now I'm writing my own.

Adam's POV

My mind was working overtime. How could this happen to me? Everything was spinning; everything was crashing down around me. This was wrong, simply wrong. Finally I gave in and collapsed into the chair behind me.

"No, dad," I said, "You don't understand. This is my life, this is…I can't….I'm not….I need." I couldn't finish the sentence. Mostly because if I continued I'd surely find myself weeping in my fathers presence. And let's just say that wasn't on my list of things to do today—or in my life time for that matter. With this in mind I stood up and turned sharply before sprinting up the stairs to the refuge of my bedroom. After slamming my door behind me and flinging myself onto my bed, I cried my heart out and eventually drifted to sleep.

I awoke to a soft knocking on my door. Thinking it was my mom I replied harshly.

"Leave me alone!" I yelled. There was a soft sigh and then the door slowly opened. I lifted my head to reprimand her for being a horrible mother when I realized that it wasn't my mom at all. Suddenly I became self-conscious. My eyes were probably a tell-tale sign of my tears, my cheeks were most likely pale and tear-stained, there was no doubt that my hair was flailing in every which direction. It would be a major understatement to even say that I was mortified. There stood my best friend Cassie. Now, it may seem odd that I would be embarrassed to see her, but I don't think she's ever seen me cry. Actually, my mother would probably be the only one on that list. Aside from my all around lack of manliness, I was embarrassed for another reason. Over the last summer she had started to become more than a friend to me. Regardless of my situation I decided to make the best of it. What could I do but face her?

She stood in the doorway for a moment, waiting for me to grant her entrance.

Cassie's POV

To say the least I was shocked. I'd never seen Adam such a mess and I had NEVER seen him cry. The way his voice had cracked when he had yelled at the door was something I'd never heard, and never wanted to hear again. I'd spent my share of time with him. I had been right by his side through the ups and the downs. Yet I never saw so much as a tear drop. Heck I don't think he cried the whole time his mom was fighting cancer. Adam was tough. And this breakdown made it clear how hard this change was going to be for Adam. I paused a moment taking in his condition. His hair was sticking every which way: a major contrast to the flawless look he usually had. His eyes were a glaring red and they had lost their usual spark. My poor Adam, it hurts to seem him this way, in so much pain.

"You don't have to stand there all day," he whispered. It was his own way of saying to join him, so I strode across the room and perched myself on the end of his bed. Now that I was up close I noticed the dark bags under his eyes. This whole stupid ordeal was really taking its toll on him. Stupid School Districts, stupid state, how could they do this to us?

"How are you holding up?" I asked him, but I tried not to allow too much pity to creep into my voice. He wouldn't like that.

Adam rolled his eyes and lay back down. "It's over" he stated quietly. "I'm not a Hawk any more, I'm….District 5. Err…a duck I guess. They suck. Did you know that?" I looked down and nodded my head before he continued. "I'm never going to make it to the NHL. There's just no way. My dad suggested not playing at all. Can you believe that?" I was shocked. This only made the nightmare that much worse. It was so painful hearing my best friend so depressed, in his mind his dreams had just shattered. He might as well have lost his legs. In fact, that's exactly what he was. Paralyzed. I stood up and looked down on him.

"I'm going to miss you," I told him, "miss walking to school, and skating at lunch." I took a shaky breath and turned to head for the door.

Adam's POV

Her statement struck me. I'd been so selfish. All I could think of was my hockey career. Here she was sympathizing with me, being the perfect friend, and all I could think of was hockey. I missed the whole part about moving schools. I wasn't just losing my teammates; I was losing my best friend. The freaking district line went right down our street. She was across the line. There was an invisible wall separating us. Now I wasn't just throwing a pity party. No, that ended quickly, now I was furious. They had taken everything from me!

"Oh Cass," I began, sitting up. I got up and grabbed her hand, pulling her back to me. "I'm so sorry. I can't believe this is happening. We can still be friends right? You'll still be there when I get home from school right? You'll be at my games too right? And I'll come to your shows?" She was a figure skater, and a darn good one at that. She was perfect to me. And I couldn't let this change drive her away.

A single tear trickled down her cheek. I brushed it away with my thumb.

"Yes. I'll always be there for you. Always," she uttered in a hushed voice. She then turned and made her way down the stairs. I watched from my window as she walked back to her house.

Suddenly I was overcome with an unrelenting furry. I slammed my fists into the wall, kicked over a chair and grabbed my tennis shoes. I needed to run. So that's what I did. I ran as far and as fast as I could. My temper was being focused into each stride. I don't know when I would have stopped if I had kept going. I guess I never will because the next thing I knew I was flying toward the pavement and sliding across the asphalt. A moment later, when I'd finally restored the breath that had been knocked out of me, I turned onto my back. Looking up I let out a sigh of relief to see my teammate McGill looking down at me. The relief was short lived though. I realized that he was glaring down at me. My confusion was quickly clarified when it struck me; McGill was the cause of my fall.

"Do you want me to tell you what hawks do to ducks when they're upset Banks? Or should I just show you?"