Hey, this is my first mighty ducks story, so if it sucks, I apologise. I just watched the first mighty ducks movie and this just popped into my head. If you like it, let me know. If you don't, still let me know. Reviews are greatly appreciated.
Charlie. You probably ask how I know his name. We, the Hawks, don't usually know our opponents names, apart from the ones on their jerseys. We especially don't find them out willingly. Except I just had to know the name of the guy I hate so much. I scowl as he skates after McGill. He can't play, he can barely skate, but he's still better than me. Because he loves it more than me. I started playing because it's a family sport. I continued because I was good. Everybody liked me. My Dad was happy. But I guess I do love hockey. Just not they I should. Not the way Charlie does.
I'm interrupted from my thoughts as Coach sends me onto the ice. Charlie has the puck. He manages to break through our defence. He swings, misses, and slams into the wall. Like I said, heart not talent. I was the talented one. I skate over as he tries to stand and slam into him. I get great pleasure watching him fall.