Author's Note: Hey guys! As you may have noticed, I've deleted all of my stories a while back saying that I may discontinue writing or re-writing them. I must be honest, I was procrastinating through the months, putting off re-writing my stories until later. Now, since it's 2010, I have made a New Year's resolution and now I'm gonna stick to it. I hope you guys enjoy this re-write!
Summary: Meet Franchesca Milanos. Figure skater, Tammy and Tommy's best friend, average student, and... hockey player? Join her odd, but somewhat cool adventure as she transforms from figure skater, to hockey player. Will she like being a hockey player or will she just stick to figure skating?
Disclaimer: I don't own the Mighty Ducks.
Prologue: Sweaty and Painful VS Expression and Grace
Hey, my name is Franchesca Milanos—actually, it's more like Franchesca Amelia Katrina Milanos but, who cares? In fact, you can just call me Fran. That's what everyone likes to call me.
I grew up in the world of figure skating. Ever since I could walk, I was on the ice and I would never want to get off. I remember watching a figure skating competition on TV one day and I just fell in love with it. That was when I begged my mother to sign me up. She never opposed the idea of me signing up for figure skating and supported me every step of the way. The only way I could pay her was to skate my heart out just for her. I never got tired of it since.
However, I grew up around something that I wish didn't exist at all—hockey. All my life, my father was practically addicted to hockey. Though he does support me and my figure skating, all he talks about is hockey. Don't get this the wrong way or anything, but he talks about a sport where it contains violence, sweat, and coarse language as to anything else. I have watched the sport a few times but I always end up falling asleep in the middle of the game, with my father waking me up when the game's over and bragging or crying who won or lost.
The more my father talked about hockey, the more I hate it. My father and I can't have a father-daughter moment with him saying the word 'hockey'. I just wish that his mind would just focus on something else other than hockey, like my mother, whom he had missed her birthday for the past five years just so he could go to a hockey game. Would you want to go to a restaurant with you as your mom's date? I didn't think so.
My life was going somewhat perfect, but more average. I have two best friends—Tammy and Tommy Duncan—who are always there for me and listen to my problems (especially with my dad and I), two perfect parents that support my every decision, a figure skating coach who's strict, but kind, and grades that could need more effort but are still decent.
It was all going perfect for me until one day, that all changed. My name is Franchesca Milanos. Welcome to my confusing world.
Author's Note: There's your prologue! I hope you guys enjoy it! I would just like to point out that I don't hate hockey. In fact, I love it. A lot of my friends play hockey so I'm fine with it. Anyway, feel free to review—whether it's a compliment or constructive criticism, I'll take both. Just don't be so harsh, I'm pretty sensitive and I haven't written anything in a while.
Enjoy!
-KnightLife.