1 Disclaimer- Forgot this! Opps! Okay all of the Disney's characters such
as the Mighty Ducks belong to Disney. Johnson, Randy, Racer, and some other
characters I added in; they belong to me. Please don't' use them without my
permission, I'll say yes and all, but just ask ya know ;) Okay well bye!
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3 Author's Note~ Hey all, thanks for the reviews keep em coming please! Lots of you have been asking and telling me about how fast I get these chapters up. Well right now track didn't start yet and I have nothing to do, and I love writing! Also I'm a fast typist so it doesn't take too long to get these stories up. Thanks for the comments! Enjoy~
"NOSEDIVE", screamed Grandpa.
Nosedive had been staring at the ceiling; he knew he would be getting in trouble. His teacher was calling home for what he had done. It was just a stupid prank.
Nosedive sighed and walked out to the balcony.
"Yeah", he sighed.
"Get down her this instance", screamed Grandma.
Nosedive sluggishly walked down the stairs.
"What".
"Don't' you take that tone of voice with me", hollered Grandpa.
"What voice", snapped Nosedive.
That received him a smack from his grandmother. It didn't hurt much; it was just the intention that killed Nosedive.
"So do you want to be a comedian Nosedive", mocked his grandfather.
"No."
"Well what about a clown", retorted his grandmother.
Nosedive sighed. "Whatever. Okay look I'm sorry."
"Sorry", cried Grandpa, "Sorry? Sorry doesn't cut it young man!"
His grandfather than hit his grandson. The duck fell to the floor.
"Yes it does", barked Nosedive still on the floor, "I get to work with the NA as soon as I turn eighteen! I don't even need school!"
His grandfather kicked him in the stomach.
Nosedive groaned it was going to be a long night.
His grandparents had not been giving him a good time. He hated living with them, and he despised school. Everyone wanted to be his "best friend", they were so fake and therefore he couldn't' hold a real conversation with anyone. So Nosedive had come up with a "fun plan". His weekends he completely freed himself from work.
On Friday's he and his friends, (friends from another school, they had been friends before the invasion, and Nosedive's instant popularity), would hang out at a club. His friends were, Randy a red head, Racer a cornsilk color hair, with her tips died red, and Johnson a blonde.
Then after the club, he would take the subway to the city and meet up with his brother. He would stay with his brother, and the rest of the team, and Phil for the rest of weekend and then on Sunday night go back home.
He hated living where he was, and therefore his weekends were a vital part of Nosedive's life. His grandparents were very mean to him, and emotionally and often physically abused him. He couldn't stand it. I mean sure getting smacked around isn't too much fun, but it didn't really hurt after what he had been through on Earth. And it's not really that him getting hit hurt or anything, after all they were old. It's just the yelling that killed him. Their mocking, and stupid attitudes toward him, stunk and it really hurt.
"Nosedive you're grounded", said his grandmother, "You miserable brat. Look how upset you made my husband!"
"Okay whatever you say", said Nosedive. It was Friday and he was out of this house as soon as possible.
"That means you're grounded from leaving this house", cried his grandmother.
Nosedive stood up in retaliation hovering over his grandmother.
"W-what?"
In the process of an immediate reaction, his grandfather punched him with the back of his fist, "Don't you hurt your grandmother!"
"I wasn't going too", screamed Nosedive.
"Go to your room", cried his grandfather, "After all we do for you! Let you live here and everything! You know we don't' want you here! Another mouth to feed! But its our responsibility to have you and tend to you! Do you ever think a bout others? No of course not! Do you know how much your grandmother loves you? And look what you try to do! You're grounded!"
"That's what they think", muttered Nosedive as he left them and went up the stairs.
When in his room, Nosedive dialed a number, blood dripped from his hand for he had fallen in some glass.
"Hello", said Johnson on the other end.
"Hey Johnson", said Nosedive.
"Hey Dive!"
"Look, I'm going to be a little late tonight, okay? I kind of missed the bus."
"Dude were you in the shower again?"
"Yeah that's it."
"Oh okay. You want a lift?"
"NO! I mean I'm kind of grounded and I'm not supposed to be leaving and all you know?"
"Oh yeah! So you can't have us showin up with a car and all huh?"
"Nope."
"Got ya, okay I'll tell em you'll be late. You going to walk it?"
"Yeah pretty much, try and hitch a ride."
"Oh your grandparents would love that."
"Yup, gotta make em proud and all."
The boys laughed, on the phone. "Aight man check ya later."
"Bye."
Nosedive hung up the phone and grabbed a jacket, and headed for his window.
!~*~!
"Nosedive", said Racer, "Dude over here!"
Nosedive spotted his friends in a booth and walked over.
"Hey all", he said.
"Dude what happened to your hand", asked Randy.
"Don't ask."
"If you say so", replied Randy.
"Guys I'm starved", said Racer, "I want food, and I want it now!"
"Hehe", said Johnson, "Don't mess with Racer when she's starved, she'll turn pysco on you!"
Racer jumped over the table and started strangling Johnson.
"Point made", choked out Johnson.
The waiter came and took their orders. Then Randle came up.
"Go away Randle", said Racer sternly.
"Aw what's the matter pretty baby", asked Randle.
"Don't talk to her like that", snapped Randy.
"Hey I don't' want a fight", said Randle.
"Than leave", said Johnson.
"Aw come on guys don't' be like this."
The ducks sighed. Randle went to their school, (Randy, Johnson, and Racer's) and he was always selling illegal things to make a profit off of. At the clubs it was always liquor.
"What about you Nosedive", asked Randle, "Want some?"
"No", sighed Nosedive, "I told you no I didn't want liquor last week, no I don't want some in the future, and no I don't' want any now! So buzz off!"
Randle however never "buzzes off", and continued to pester the teenagers.
"FINE", cried Nosedive in frustration, "I'll buy some of that darn liquor!"
He threw the money towards Randle, and received the liquor.
"Thanks man", said Johnson, "Finally he's gone."
"Man", pouted Nosedive, "I just wasted fifty dollars on this stuff! You know what I'm going to drink it."
"Why", asked Racer, "You bought it to get rid of him, and you succeeded, in the process you had to waste money but whatever."
"Well not whatever to me", said Nosedive, "I'll drink a little bit."
"Whatever" chorused the ducks.
It was eleven at night. Nosedive had finished half of the drink. He was just sitting there, not caring for any dancing. He just sipped the drink quietly.
"Dive man", said Johnson, "Don't you think that's a little too much beer?"
"Shut up", snapped Nosedive, "I'm sick of every time that I walk in here this guy keeps trying to sell me this stuff well right now I'm pissed off and since I can't hit him, I'll get rid of him by buying this crap. So I bought it and all, and you know what I'm not letting it go to waste."
"Dive", said Randy gently, "Man what happened? Man you walked in here bleeding, dude what's wrong?"
"Back off, it's not bleeding anymore is it?"
"Okay calm down, geez sorry."
"No I'm sorry. I'm tired and if it gets any later I'm not going to be able to stay awake on the subway. I'll see yall later."
"Want a ride", offered Randy, "I got a car and everything."
"Aight. Thanks, But I'm driving!"
~*~
"Hey you have reached the Flashblades, Hardwing, L'Orange, McMallard, Palmfeather, Thunderbeak, and Vanderblock. We know we need a new answering machine message, but hey we don't want to use Dive's idea, so we have this. (Giggling in the background). So leave a message at the beep, bye~
"WildWing. This is Johnson, Nosedive is in the hospital and we didn't know who else to call. Nosedive insisted that I not call his gramps. You better get down here man, he's flipping out and he's yelling, and I dunno. Man he got drunk and decided to go home. Bad car accident, dude you gotta calm your brother down over here he's losing it!"
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3 Author's Note~ Hey all, thanks for the reviews keep em coming please! Lots of you have been asking and telling me about how fast I get these chapters up. Well right now track didn't start yet and I have nothing to do, and I love writing! Also I'm a fast typist so it doesn't take too long to get these stories up. Thanks for the comments! Enjoy~
"NOSEDIVE", screamed Grandpa.
Nosedive had been staring at the ceiling; he knew he would be getting in trouble. His teacher was calling home for what he had done. It was just a stupid prank.
Nosedive sighed and walked out to the balcony.
"Yeah", he sighed.
"Get down her this instance", screamed Grandma.
Nosedive sluggishly walked down the stairs.
"What".
"Don't' you take that tone of voice with me", hollered Grandpa.
"What voice", snapped Nosedive.
That received him a smack from his grandmother. It didn't hurt much; it was just the intention that killed Nosedive.
"So do you want to be a comedian Nosedive", mocked his grandfather.
"No."
"Well what about a clown", retorted his grandmother.
Nosedive sighed. "Whatever. Okay look I'm sorry."
"Sorry", cried Grandpa, "Sorry? Sorry doesn't cut it young man!"
His grandfather than hit his grandson. The duck fell to the floor.
"Yes it does", barked Nosedive still on the floor, "I get to work with the NA as soon as I turn eighteen! I don't even need school!"
His grandfather kicked him in the stomach.
Nosedive groaned it was going to be a long night.
His grandparents had not been giving him a good time. He hated living with them, and he despised school. Everyone wanted to be his "best friend", they were so fake and therefore he couldn't' hold a real conversation with anyone. So Nosedive had come up with a "fun plan". His weekends he completely freed himself from work.
On Friday's he and his friends, (friends from another school, they had been friends before the invasion, and Nosedive's instant popularity), would hang out at a club. His friends were, Randy a red head, Racer a cornsilk color hair, with her tips died red, and Johnson a blonde.
Then after the club, he would take the subway to the city and meet up with his brother. He would stay with his brother, and the rest of the team, and Phil for the rest of weekend and then on Sunday night go back home.
He hated living where he was, and therefore his weekends were a vital part of Nosedive's life. His grandparents were very mean to him, and emotionally and often physically abused him. He couldn't stand it. I mean sure getting smacked around isn't too much fun, but it didn't really hurt after what he had been through on Earth. And it's not really that him getting hit hurt or anything, after all they were old. It's just the yelling that killed him. Their mocking, and stupid attitudes toward him, stunk and it really hurt.
"Nosedive you're grounded", said his grandmother, "You miserable brat. Look how upset you made my husband!"
"Okay whatever you say", said Nosedive. It was Friday and he was out of this house as soon as possible.
"That means you're grounded from leaving this house", cried his grandmother.
Nosedive stood up in retaliation hovering over his grandmother.
"W-what?"
In the process of an immediate reaction, his grandfather punched him with the back of his fist, "Don't you hurt your grandmother!"
"I wasn't going too", screamed Nosedive.
"Go to your room", cried his grandfather, "After all we do for you! Let you live here and everything! You know we don't' want you here! Another mouth to feed! But its our responsibility to have you and tend to you! Do you ever think a bout others? No of course not! Do you know how much your grandmother loves you? And look what you try to do! You're grounded!"
"That's what they think", muttered Nosedive as he left them and went up the stairs.
When in his room, Nosedive dialed a number, blood dripped from his hand for he had fallen in some glass.
"Hello", said Johnson on the other end.
"Hey Johnson", said Nosedive.
"Hey Dive!"
"Look, I'm going to be a little late tonight, okay? I kind of missed the bus."
"Dude were you in the shower again?"
"Yeah that's it."
"Oh okay. You want a lift?"
"NO! I mean I'm kind of grounded and I'm not supposed to be leaving and all you know?"
"Oh yeah! So you can't have us showin up with a car and all huh?"
"Nope."
"Got ya, okay I'll tell em you'll be late. You going to walk it?"
"Yeah pretty much, try and hitch a ride."
"Oh your grandparents would love that."
"Yup, gotta make em proud and all."
The boys laughed, on the phone. "Aight man check ya later."
"Bye."
Nosedive hung up the phone and grabbed a jacket, and headed for his window.
!~*~!
"Nosedive", said Racer, "Dude over here!"
Nosedive spotted his friends in a booth and walked over.
"Hey all", he said.
"Dude what happened to your hand", asked Randy.
"Don't ask."
"If you say so", replied Randy.
"Guys I'm starved", said Racer, "I want food, and I want it now!"
"Hehe", said Johnson, "Don't mess with Racer when she's starved, she'll turn pysco on you!"
Racer jumped over the table and started strangling Johnson.
"Point made", choked out Johnson.
The waiter came and took their orders. Then Randle came up.
"Go away Randle", said Racer sternly.
"Aw what's the matter pretty baby", asked Randle.
"Don't talk to her like that", snapped Randy.
"Hey I don't' want a fight", said Randle.
"Than leave", said Johnson.
"Aw come on guys don't' be like this."
The ducks sighed. Randle went to their school, (Randy, Johnson, and Racer's) and he was always selling illegal things to make a profit off of. At the clubs it was always liquor.
"What about you Nosedive", asked Randle, "Want some?"
"No", sighed Nosedive, "I told you no I didn't want liquor last week, no I don't want some in the future, and no I don't' want any now! So buzz off!"
Randle however never "buzzes off", and continued to pester the teenagers.
"FINE", cried Nosedive in frustration, "I'll buy some of that darn liquor!"
He threw the money towards Randle, and received the liquor.
"Thanks man", said Johnson, "Finally he's gone."
"Man", pouted Nosedive, "I just wasted fifty dollars on this stuff! You know what I'm going to drink it."
"Why", asked Racer, "You bought it to get rid of him, and you succeeded, in the process you had to waste money but whatever."
"Well not whatever to me", said Nosedive, "I'll drink a little bit."
"Whatever" chorused the ducks.
It was eleven at night. Nosedive had finished half of the drink. He was just sitting there, not caring for any dancing. He just sipped the drink quietly.
"Dive man", said Johnson, "Don't you think that's a little too much beer?"
"Shut up", snapped Nosedive, "I'm sick of every time that I walk in here this guy keeps trying to sell me this stuff well right now I'm pissed off and since I can't hit him, I'll get rid of him by buying this crap. So I bought it and all, and you know what I'm not letting it go to waste."
"Dive", said Randy gently, "Man what happened? Man you walked in here bleeding, dude what's wrong?"
"Back off, it's not bleeding anymore is it?"
"Okay calm down, geez sorry."
"No I'm sorry. I'm tired and if it gets any later I'm not going to be able to stay awake on the subway. I'll see yall later."
"Want a ride", offered Randy, "I got a car and everything."
"Aight. Thanks, But I'm driving!"
~*~
"Hey you have reached the Flashblades, Hardwing, L'Orange, McMallard, Palmfeather, Thunderbeak, and Vanderblock. We know we need a new answering machine message, but hey we don't want to use Dive's idea, so we have this. (Giggling in the background). So leave a message at the beep, bye~
"WildWing. This is Johnson, Nosedive is in the hospital and we didn't know who else to call. Nosedive insisted that I not call his gramps. You better get down here man, he's flipping out and he's yelling, and I dunno. Man he got drunk and decided to go home. Bad car accident, dude you gotta calm your brother down over here he's losing it!"