You all know the routine, I own no one but Dylin. The Ducks are owned by
Disney, Stevie Y owns himself.
Dlyin Malone watched, as the clear liquid in the bottle got lower. A smile crossed her lips as she took another swallow. Who cared about anything anyways? Not her. Not now. Not ever again. The room started to swirl. It was kind of cool. All of the colours mixing, making the room look like a huge modern painting.
"Dylin! Damn it Dylin, wake up and come down here now!" Dylin rolled over and looked at her clock. 9:04 am. She moaned and buried her head under her pillow. The voice continued to yell. "DYLIN! IF YOU DON'T COME DOWN HERE IN 10 SECONDS I'M GOING TO COME UP THERE AND GET YOU!" With all too much effort she rolled out of bed and wobbled to top of the stairs and glared at her aunt who was yelling at the bottom. "There. Are you HAPPY?" she spat as she slowly made it down the stairs. "Yes. Uncle Steve wants to talk to you." Great. Just what she needed. Not that she didn't like her Uncle but that was the problem. She loved him and couldn't stand to disappoint him. He was her hero. An NHL player, Olympic Gold medallist, captain. He was her Uncle Steve. "Yes Ma'am." She muttered and walked towards the kitchen. There he sat, the head of the table, his children all sitting quietly, eating. "Dylin." He said without looking up from his paper. Uh-oh. Now here it comes. She thought. "Uncle Steve." He looked up at her, his brown eyes seeing the truth. "We need to talk Dylin." "Yes sir." He escorted her to the next room under the inquiring eyes of her cousins and Aunt. Ever since her father had murdered her mother she lived with the Yzerman's in Canada, but it was all about to change. "Dylin. You're going to Eden Hall." "WHAT?!" she screeched. "I'm going to some rich preppy school!? WHAT has gotten into you Uncle Steve?! I swear if this is a joke and Uncle Brendan (Shanahan) put this up to you it's NOT funny." "It's no joke Dyl. You're going. You have too much talent and you're wasting it here with your go nowhere do nothing friends." She couldn't believe it. He was shipping her away. "I'M NOT GOING."
"Don't look so down. It's not like you're going off to jail." Steve joked as Dylin glared out the window. "Yeah, well just because you're a perfect example of ultime preppyness, does NOT mean that I am." She snapped glaring at her Uncle. "Dylin. Now you listen to me young lady. You're here now so make the best of it. I talked to Coach O'Ryan and he's willing to give you a tryout for their JV hockey team. You're lucky kiddo." "Oooooooh.I get to play hockey for a preppy school...Oooooh I'm soooooo lucky." She said sarcastically. She opened the door of the SUV and grabbed her bags. "I'll call you later Dylin." Steve said as he watched her walk away. "Yeah so will I, and it won't be your name." she called back stomping towards the dorms.
"So what have you heard about this girl?" Connie Moreau asked her roommate Julie Gaffney. "All I heard is that she's good and her Uncle pulled some strings to get her here." Julie said tossing her braid away from her face. "Well I guess it will be good to have another girl on the team." Connie started before the door swung open. A dark bad flew through the air and landed inches from their feet. A dark haired girl stormed in and shot them a glare. "I'm Dylin." She said scowling. "Connie." "Julie" Both of them gulped. "A pleasure I'm sure. Now where the hell is the bathroom?"
Dlyin Malone watched, as the clear liquid in the bottle got lower. A smile crossed her lips as she took another swallow. Who cared about anything anyways? Not her. Not now. Not ever again. The room started to swirl. It was kind of cool. All of the colours mixing, making the room look like a huge modern painting.
"Dylin! Damn it Dylin, wake up and come down here now!" Dylin rolled over and looked at her clock. 9:04 am. She moaned and buried her head under her pillow. The voice continued to yell. "DYLIN! IF YOU DON'T COME DOWN HERE IN 10 SECONDS I'M GOING TO COME UP THERE AND GET YOU!" With all too much effort she rolled out of bed and wobbled to top of the stairs and glared at her aunt who was yelling at the bottom. "There. Are you HAPPY?" she spat as she slowly made it down the stairs. "Yes. Uncle Steve wants to talk to you." Great. Just what she needed. Not that she didn't like her Uncle but that was the problem. She loved him and couldn't stand to disappoint him. He was her hero. An NHL player, Olympic Gold medallist, captain. He was her Uncle Steve. "Yes Ma'am." She muttered and walked towards the kitchen. There he sat, the head of the table, his children all sitting quietly, eating. "Dylin." He said without looking up from his paper. Uh-oh. Now here it comes. She thought. "Uncle Steve." He looked up at her, his brown eyes seeing the truth. "We need to talk Dylin." "Yes sir." He escorted her to the next room under the inquiring eyes of her cousins and Aunt. Ever since her father had murdered her mother she lived with the Yzerman's in Canada, but it was all about to change. "Dylin. You're going to Eden Hall." "WHAT?!" she screeched. "I'm going to some rich preppy school!? WHAT has gotten into you Uncle Steve?! I swear if this is a joke and Uncle Brendan (Shanahan) put this up to you it's NOT funny." "It's no joke Dyl. You're going. You have too much talent and you're wasting it here with your go nowhere do nothing friends." She couldn't believe it. He was shipping her away. "I'M NOT GOING."
"Don't look so down. It's not like you're going off to jail." Steve joked as Dylin glared out the window. "Yeah, well just because you're a perfect example of ultime preppyness, does NOT mean that I am." She snapped glaring at her Uncle. "Dylin. Now you listen to me young lady. You're here now so make the best of it. I talked to Coach O'Ryan and he's willing to give you a tryout for their JV hockey team. You're lucky kiddo." "Oooooooh.I get to play hockey for a preppy school...Oooooh I'm soooooo lucky." She said sarcastically. She opened the door of the SUV and grabbed her bags. "I'll call you later Dylin." Steve said as he watched her walk away. "Yeah so will I, and it won't be your name." she called back stomping towards the dorms.
"So what have you heard about this girl?" Connie Moreau asked her roommate Julie Gaffney. "All I heard is that she's good and her Uncle pulled some strings to get her here." Julie said tossing her braid away from her face. "Well I guess it will be good to have another girl on the team." Connie started before the door swung open. A dark bad flew through the air and landed inches from their feet. A dark haired girl stormed in and shot them a glare. "I'm Dylin." She said scowling. "Connie." "Julie" Both of them gulped. "A pleasure I'm sure. Now where the hell is the bathroom?"