Author's Note: So I've had this story written for a couple of years and thought that I would post it and see what people thought. It's not finished yet, but, if it proves interesting enough for people, I'm sure I can find the motivation to finish it.

Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own the Mighty Ducks. All I own are the original characters.

Prologue

"Mail call!" For the tenth day in a row, Harlow abandoned the setting of the dining room table and high-tailed it to the kitchen counter. "I think it's actually here today." Her father, George, said, pulling a large white envelope free from the pile of mail. Harlow reached for it, but her father held it high above her head. "How bad do you want it?" He teased. Harlow rolled her eyes and jumped up to snatch the envelope from his hand.

"Don't be a jerk, dad." Even though the envelope was now in her hands, Harlow hesitated to open it.

"Well…?" He dad prompted.

"I'm nervous." She admitted. "It's a big envelope; that's a good sign," She glanced nervously towards her father, "Right?"

"Rejection letters tend to be small and light." He assured her. Biting her lower lip, Harlow finally tore into the envelope. Cautiously, she pulled a dark maroon packet free; with equal caution, Harlow opened the packet.

"Congratulations!" She read with a squeal, immediately beginning to jump up and down. Her father watched her with amusement.

"See? I told you that you were worrying over nothing." He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the side of her head. "I'm proud of you Harley girl." Harlow grinned up at him.

"Thanks dad. I'm gonna go call Penny." She raced towards the stairs.

"What about the setting of the table?" Her dad called after her. Harlow stopped in her tracks and turned around, a sheepish smile on her face.

"Oh yeah." They locked eyes for a moment with Harlow biting on her lower lip in a pleading manner. Her dad finally sighed and waved her off.

"Go." Harlow grinned triumphantly.

"Thanks dad!" She dashed upstairs and into her room before he could change his mind. Harlow grabbed the phone off of the hook, dialed Penny and then flung herself onto her bed. She was grateful for the phone in her room, even though it wasn't a separate line.

"Ferguson residence; Cathy speaking."

"Hey Mrs. Ferguson, it's Harlow."

"Oh, hi Harlow. How are you?"

"I'm good. Can I please talk to Penny?"

"Of course." As Cathy called for Penny, Harlow picked up the maroon envelope and grinned again. She was beyond thrilled. She held the phone against her ear and opened the packet. Her eyes scanned the 'congratulations' page before turning to the page that held the rules for keeping her full scholarship. She could handle it.

"Did you get it?" Penny asked instead of a greeting.

"I got it." Harlow confirmed.

"And….?"

"And I got in!" The two girls squealed.

"Oh my God! I am so excited! You're going to love it."

"I have no doubt. I wonder who I'll be sharing a room with."

"Probably other girls there on sports scholarships. There aren't many."

"Do you know any of them?"

"I know one of them. Her name is Connie. I had English with her last year."

"Is she in ballet?"

"No, hockey."

"I didn't even know girls could play hockey."

"We have a couple of them, you know, including Connie. The other one scares me. They call her Cat, but I can't remember what her real name is. Honestly I try to avoid her. Not that I socialize with the hockey players. It's such a brutal sport." Harlow shrugged to herself. She was ambivalent about hockey. Penny let out another squeal; Harlow giggled as she twirled the phone cord around her fingers. "You're going to love Eden Hall. There are so many seriously good looking guys there, it's crazy." Harlow giggled again.

"I'm going for ballet and a good education, not for boys."

"Boo. You're 15 years old and you have yet to even kiss a boy."

"Hey!" Harlow exclaimed indignantly. "I kissed Tommy Canaan in third grade."

"A quick, giggle-filled kiss behind the jungle gym in third grade doesn't count."

"A kiss is a kiss." Harlow protested. "And besides, once again, my priority is ballet and maintaining a 3.0 GPA."

"I'm sure you'll do just fine."

"Harley! Dinner's here!" Harlow sat up. She directed a 'be right there!' to her dad; into the phone she said,

"Penny, I gotta go."

"Alright. Can we hang out tomorrow?"

"No, I promised my dad I'd help out at the shop."

"Boo, that place is so dirty."

"It's a garage that fixes motorcycles. Do you expect it to be flawlessly clean?"

"No. Alright, well call me when you're done playing secretary."

"I will. Bye." Harlow hung up the phone and launched herself from her bed. Taking one last glance at the packet from Eden Hall, she headed downstairs and into the dining room. She was greeted by the smell of KFC. She sighed.

"Really mom, KFC again?" Her mother, Claudia, pursed her lips and placed her hands on her hips.

"It's the only restaurant I drive by on my way home." Harlow sent her a look.

"Mom, I know for a fact that you pass a McDonald's." Her mother wrinkled her nose in disgust.

"I hate French fries." Harlow rolled her eyes as she sat down and reached for the salad.

"You have to be the only person in all of America that hates French fries. And you don't have to get French fries."

"Oh eat your KFC and be happy."

"Tell her your good news." Her father prompted; her mother looked at her.

"What good news?"

"I heard back from Eden Hall today." Her mother's eyes lit up.

"And…?" Harlow couldn't stop a smile from coming over her face.

"I got in!"

"Oh my God!" Claudia shoved herself away from the table to rush over and hug her daughter.

"Mom you're choking me." Harlow was released.

"I'm sorry. I'm just so excited! Congratulations!" Claudia put her daughter in another death grip hug.

"Mom!"

"Sorry, sorry." Claudia retreated to her seat. "I'm so proud of you, but I'm not surprised at all. I knew you'd get in." Harlow rolled her eyes.

"Sure you did."

"I did."

"Uh-huh."

"When do you start?"

"September 16th is the first day of classes, but I can move in as early as the 9th." Her mother frowned.

"Move in?"

"You know Eden Hall is a boarding school, Claudia." George stated.

"Well yes, but I thought that was only for out of town students." Harlow shook her head as she reluctantly reached for a piece of chicken.

"Nope. All students stay on school premises. I can go home on the weekends though."

"Oh. But what about your yoga classes? You're supposed to be taking over for Shannon while she's on maternity leave."

"I leave school after it's over for the day mom plus I can still cover her classes 'cause they're on the weekend."

"And she'll work at the garage on weekday afternoons." George added.

"Except for when I have ballet stuff." Harlow pointed out.

"Except for when you have ballet stuff." George echoed.

"See? It'll all work out."

"I still don't like the idea of you living at a boarding school." Claudia shifted in her seat as she played with her mashed potatoes. "I mean it seems so…so…cold. I could never understand how rich people could send their children to schools in Europe."

"Mom, I'm still going to be in the same city. Who's talking about Europe?"

"And won't there be boys living at this school too?"

"Yes, Claudia." George drawled. "Boys will be living there, but in their own separate dorm. I'm sure the school has a teacher or matron or whatever patrolling the dorms at night. And besides our Harley girl isn't the type of girl to get herself into trouble with a boy."

"It's not Harlow I'm worried about." Claudia muttered glumly. "It's the potential for crazy, hormone-driven boys who listen to hair metal and get into fights." Harlow couldn't stop a snort and giggle from escaping.

"Mom, come on, I am so not into guys who go around bashing people into walls."

Author's Note: Reviews are most welcome as is constructive criticism! Thanks for reading!