Chapter 4: Fun and becoming the ducks.

Chelbell2016:

Okay I think I am the only one liking these stories.

Kelly's POV:

We all go racing into Hans shop. My father has managed to get us some money to buy brand new equipment.

I laugh as I see Goldberg trying to fit into some goalie pads. Charlie knocks down all the sticks and I shake my head. I can see that my dad is happy that we are getting what we need.

I pick out some new pads and a new stick.

The others all line up as Peter runs in between them with a lot of gear. I am worried that he is going to drop them if he is not careful.

Then the others drop down like they are about to rugby tackle each other. I smirk as Connie walks over to me.

"Well things seem to be going better with you and your dad," she points out and we both glance at my dad who is stood with Hans.

"Yeah," I agree. "Once I heard his side of the story I decided to give him a chance."

She nods. "Thats good. It will probably be good for you to have your dad in your life once again."

I nod and smile. Then as Guy approaches so does my dad. I see him watching Fulton and Charlie. Fulton helps Charlie grab a hockey stick and the later thanks the former.

My dad glances at me and Guy.

"Who is that kid?" He asks motioning to Fulton.

"Thats Fulton Reed," Guy says and I nod. "He is in one of mine and Kelly's classes."

"How come he's not on the team?" My dad asks confused.

"He only plays football," I tell him. "Some preppy school gave him a scholarship as long as he doesn't play hockey. They don't want him getting hurt."

"I heard it was colleges," Guy says. "He's already been accepted to four of them."

"Yeah but I heard hes gotta repeat the sixth grade," Goldberg says from behind us and I roll my eyes.

"Aw shut up!" I tell him as we move away from my father.

Hans adds up the total and I know that there is no way we would have been able to pay for it if it was not for my father. Said man walks over to me.

"Hows it going?" He asks me. "Have you got everything you need?"

I nod as I look at all of the bags I have. "Just enough to get me through the next two years."

He smiles but then he hands me some money. I see that there is a lot of money there. "Whats this for?"

He shakes his head. "I want you to go out and get yourself some clothes."

"I can't accept this," I say as I realize there is about $200 here. "This is too much."

He sighs. "Kelly I have not sent you much. Think of this as ten years of birthday presents."

I nod and smile widely.

We now have practice. When we arrive at the rink we see some kids doing Figure skating. One of the girls is in a few of my classes.

"Dude check em out man," Goldberg says to Peter as we watch all of them.

"Holy cow," Peter says. "They're pretty good skaters."

"Anybody know who they are?" My dad asks coming to stand besides me.

"Thats Tommy Duncan he's in my science class," Terry says and I glance at him. "And thats his sister Tammy."

I roll my eyes and look at Connie. "Boys always after cute girls."

She nods. "You don't see us chasing after boys all the time," she points out.

"Think they'd wanna play hockey with us?" My dad asks ignoring what Connie and I said.

We all agree with him. "YEAH!"

"Go get dressed," dad says. "I'll do the negotiating."

It must have worked because not long after we are in our training gear and on the ice. So are Tammy and Tommy.

"Just think of it as figure skating," I hear my dad say to Tammy who looks a little reluctant. "With a stick. You're gonna love it Tammy. Hey that-a-boy Tommy. Looking good. Looking tough. Give me 5 show me your alive."

Dad walks forwards and pats me on the shoulder as he passes. I see Tammy knock Tommy down. I snort as she skates away.

"Back to basics," dad says. "Skating."

He blows his whistle and we all begin to skate around some cones. I clear them all perfectly with the stick in my hand. I smile at my father as I move to stand besides him. The others gather to my left side as we watch the others complete the relay as well.

"Side to side," he says as we go. "Shift your weight. Get comfortable on your edges. Good thats good. Keep your balance Karp. Trust your edges," Charlie slips and some of the others groan. "Thats okay Charlie."

We are all facing my dad, down on one knee, he has some crates with eggs in to all of our disbelief.

Sad picks an egg up and while turning it in his hand he says. "Soft hands. You don't shoot the puck to your team mate. You sail it to him. Karp on your feet."

Karp does as he is told.

Dad places the egg down and prepares to pass it to Karp with his stick. "You send it."

He sails it to Karp who leaves his stick where it is and the egg smashes against it. Karp wipes the egg off that had gotten onto his face.

Dad places another egg down. "You don't stop the pass. You accept it. Cradle it."

We are all on our feet now. We stand in a tight semi-circle.

Averman goes to try so but once again the egg is destroyed.

"Again concentration not strength," dad says to us.

"Like the Karate kid right?" Averman begins and I roll my eyes. "Wax on, wax off."

Connie cuts him off getting annoyed. "Just shut up and try it Averman."

He catches it properly.

"Send it back Averman," dad says and he does so. "Good Averman. Kelly."

He sails it to me and I accept it like he said.

"Good work Kelly," he says before turning to Charlie. "Charlie."

He catches the pass.

"Good Good," he says impressed. "Now sail it back."

He hits it too hard and it smashes. It goes all over my dad. Dad wipes the egg off of his shirt and we all laugh a little. Charlie looks a little sheepish.

We are all practicing. I am paired with Goldberg. We pass it to one another properly and I can hear my dad going by everyone but when he gets to us Goldberg stops practicing with me and walks over to him.

A few minutes later and we are all facing Goldberg who is tied to the goal post so we can show him that the puck wont hurt him and we can practice our aim.

Goldberg begins to protest.

"My mother would not approve of this coach," he says to my dad. "She'd like me to live to be Bar Mitzvahed."

"This is your Bar Mitzvah Goldberg," my dad says as he finishes tightening the ropes holding Goldberg in place. "Today you will become a man."

"Coach I think you got the ceremonies mixed up," Goldberg informs him as he joins us. "Its more like a circumcision. Coach will you come back here? Whatever I do to you man?"

"District five ready," dad says.

We all lower our sticks and prepare to shoot all of the pucks that are in front of us.

"Oh man I'm gonna die," Goldberg says clearly worried that the pucks are going to hurt him. "I'm gonna die."

"AIM!" Dad says and we get ready to fire.

"Nice knowing you Goldie," Peter says smirking at the goalie of our team.

"Oh please no!" Goldberg begs.

"FIRE!" Dad yells.

We all begin to shoot at Goldberg and when he realizes that the shots will not hurt him he begins to taunt us. "This doesn't hurt! You wimps! Give me your best shot! Oh come on, lets go! Goldberg for the save! Okay what you got! I'm a crazed dog!"

We all begin to chant his name.

"GOLDBERG! GOLDBERG! GOLDBERG! GOLDBERG!"

"I AM GOLDBERG!" Goldberg says finally happy with his playing position. "THE GOALIE!"

We do a few more relays this time everyone has it down. Dad praises us as we do not miss a single cone as we go around them. He is clearly turning out to be a good coach. And good coaching is exactly what this team needed.

"You guys hungry?!" He asks when we all finish.

"YEAH!" We all yell.

"Tired?!" He asks next.

"YEAH!" We yell again.

"You ache?!" Is his next question.

"YEAH!"

"You pumped up?!"

"YEAH!"

"GOOD!" Dad cheers. "That was a hell of a practice guys. Be proud of yourself."

We take off and later on we finally remember to go and release Goldberg.

Dad decides to give Charlie and I a lift.

We go to Charlie's place first. All three of us get out and we get Charlie's things out of the back.

"Thanks," Charlie says as we pass him the stuff. "Thanks for the ride."

"You did really well at practice today Charlie," dad tells him before turning to me. "Let me ask you something. What happened to your dad?"

Charlie does not look upset as he is asked this question.

"Mom and I left him," is his answer. "I don't really remember him but thats what she says."

"You know," Dad glances at Charlie and then at me as I am leaning against his car. "When I was a boy, I had to take care of my mother too."

My eyes widen. I did not know any of this.

"Really," Charlie replies. "What happened to your dad?"

"He passed away," he replies and I can hear the sadness in his voice before he speaks again. "You do a good job taking care of your mum."

"Thanks," Charlie replies.

"Keep it up all right," Dad says before beginning to head towards me. "Okay see ya."

"Hey coach," Charlie says staring at my dads jacket. "whats that?"

As my dad looks down Charlie makes a noise as he tricked him. My dad grabs Charlie and begins to attack him. He drags him to the ground and I cannot help but laugh.

Then they both turn to look at me.

"Did she just laugh at us?" My dad asks Charlie.

"I think she did!" Charlie says.

"DON'T YOU DARE!" I say as I try to run but my dad catches me and throws me over his shoulder.

He then runs back over to Charlie and together they get me on the snow where my dad begins to tickle torture me.

"Do you give?" He demands.

"Okay!" I yell trying to catch my breath. "Let me up you boneheads!"

They do and then Charlie leaves. I turn to my dad and throw the snowball at him that I had in my hand since they had me on the ground.

He turns to glare at me.

"Oh its on!" He says and he bends down.

A snowball fight ensues and by the end of it we are both tired and worn out.

"Come on," he says helping me off of the ground. "Got to get you home before your mother skins me alive!"

I smirk. "Why is Gordon Bombay scared of a woman?!"

"NO!" He snaps playfully. "Its just that she has been pretty fair about me seeing you and I don't want to ruin my chances."

I nod. "Neither do I."

We get back to mine and my mum answers the door.

"How was practice?" She asks as I enter.

"Great," I say and I kiss her on the cheek as I pass.

She stops me and turns to my dad. "Dinners on the table. You hungry?"

I can tell that she is trying for me to get along with my father.

He looks a little hesitant but I nod at him behind her back.

"Well I am starving after that practice," he says before smiling at my mum a little. "So what for dinner?"

"Beef casserole," she says before smiling at me. "And some steak because miss skinny over there lover her steak. She takes after someone else I know."

She smirks at him as she says this and he smiles back. Then we have a nice sit down dinner just the three of us together.

Chelbell2016:

Okay I am not going to ask for reviews anymore.