Author's Note: Again I own nothing except Amanda (who you will meet later)
o.k. so you guys are going to have to bare with the beginning of this chapter. It is allowing me to set the stage for other situations that may arise out of this story.
I am putting thoughts in italics
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"In the jungle
Welcome to the jungle
Watch it bring you to your
It's gonna bring you down
Huh!
And that was Guns n Roses Welcome to the Jungle" the radio blared as the boys groaned.
"I refuse to believe my alarm is going off right now…its just not happening," Louis said as he reached an arm out to turn off the now babbling radio host. He stumbled out of bed, pulled on a pair of shorts and started to pack his hockey bag.
"Ready to roll cowboy?" he said in the direction of Dwayne's bed, "Cowboy…..Dwayne….DWAYNE!" Dwayne rolled over in his bed, "But ma'ma, I don't want to chase the stray pigs back into the pen!"
Louis just laughed. "Come on cowboy, get that Texas ass of yours out of bed. We have practice in an hour."
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Julie woke up to the sound of a hair dryer.
"Cons? What on earth are you doing?" she said as she sat up to see Connie in front of her mirror with a hair dryer.
"What dose it look like I am doing? I am drying my hair.." Connie responded as she brushed through her hair.
"Not to sound sane or anything like that, but Cons incase you forgot, we are going to HOCKEY PRACTICE! You are going to the rink, are going to get sweaty, helmet hair and come back to take a shower, so why are you taking so much time doing your hair?"
"Because I have a guy to impress…"
Julie rolled her eyes and crawled back under her covers. Is she that girly or am I just that much of a tom-boy?
"Oh and Jules, you may want to get up, its 6:45," Connie said as she turned off her hair dryer and put it away. Julie just muttered something under her breath and rolled out of bed.
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Portman grabbed the screaming alarm clock and threw it across the room.
"Damn Portman, that hit me in the arm! I know you hate mornings, but would you mind not taking it out on me?" Folton asked as he sat up and began to rub his now sore arm.
"Sorry dude, just not a fan of this whole drag my ass out of bed to amuse Orion at 6:30 in the morning," Portman apologized as he too began to get ready. Dean grabbed his bomb box and headed for the rink with Portman not far behind.
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Guy shoved his head under his pillow in a sad attempt to drown out his alarm clock. Averman took this as an opportunity to bother his friend.
"Guy Gunderman, please inform the public how you truly feel about Orion's 7:30 practice," Averman said as he again used his chewed up blue tooth brush as a microphone.
"Averman, if that freaking toothbrush is not out of my face in two seconds I will be forced to kill you," Guy mumbled from under his pillow.
"And for those of you just joining our little broadcast, Guy is experiencing his 'time of the month'," Averman said into his toothbrush while walking back to his side of the room and in response Guy threw his pillow at him.
"Did you know that the Egyptians used to sleep on pillows made of stone?" Averman said as he tossed the pillow back at Guy.
"Averman,"
"And that a fully grown hippo can open its mouth wide enough to fit a four-foot child inside it?"
"Averman.."
"Oh, and 10,000 humming birds die every year from running into wind-"
"AVERMAN! Shut up! I don't care if a hippo can fit a three-foot child in its mouth…all I care about is sleep and you robed me of my last 5 minutes!"
"It's a four-foot child.."
"AHHHHHHHH!"
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Kenny rolled over and opened his eyes to see Goldberg eating a large deli-style sandwich. He looked at his clock hoping he could get a little more sleep. He rolled his eyes with disgust as he saw the time. 6:45. Freaking Orion. Why 7:30?
"Goldberg, what are you going? It can't be good for you to be eating that this early, and especially before practice," he said was he began to pack his bag.
"I need my energy!" He responded after taking a very large bite out of his sandwich.
"To do what? Warm the bench?" Russ asked while still curled up in his covers.
"Hahahaha, shut-it Russ!" Goldberg snapped as he threw a chunk of bread at him.
"Umm, breakfast!"
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The room at the very end of the hall was silent. No alarm clocks, no radio, no bickering of roommates, nothing. Charlie and Adam had gotten up much earlier than the rest of the team. They wanted to skate around a little before practice started. For both Charlie and Adam, skating on this ice with the morning fog was relaxing. They boys sat down on the bench and laced up their skates listening to the sounds of the rink.
At 6:45, after skating for twenty or so minutes, the boys grabbed their bags and headed for the Varsity locker room for the first time. Even though they had been practicing for weeks, today was the first official practice as Varsity Ducks. Charlie walked in and did not notice Adam had stopped at the door .
"Cake-eater, you find your locker yet?" Charlie asked the empty locker room. After hearing no response he scanned the room realizing Adam had not followed him in. He dropped his stuff and made his way to the door. As he walked into the hall he saw Adam staring at the sign above the locker room door that read 'Varsity Warriors Ice Hockey'. It was the only thing that remained that called them the Warriors.
"Charlie, that locker room holds so many bad memories for me. I dreaded walking in that room every day. It is just going to take a minute. Being a Varsity Warrior was a bad experience," Adam said as he did not break his stare on that sign.
"Preppy, you don't have to worry about us being mean to you. We don't like you so we wont waste our time," Charlie said jokingly in an attempt to get Adam in the locker room. Adam smirked, looked at Charlie and walked into the locker room.
"Your right. I don't have to worry about this team because I can take any of you guys with my hands tied behind my back!" Adam said as he found his locker and held his black varsity jersey in his hand.
