A/N: If you read my story before February 25th, please reread because I
revised it!
Also, I don't have a set beta reader so email w/ any problems/concerns: suballfan082@yahoo.com or IM at A quacker99 (if I'm reading at this site or typing my story, I'm on)
To my reviewers: Yeah, Adam and angst in the same sentence are commonplace. Don't worry, he'll get happy. ( I like the "suicide" stories, but by "lost" I mean lost to the Ducks (doesn't mean I won't go there though...I'm cooking an idea.) You'll see..
A/N: I went to high school in New York. We got out of school the 2nd week in June usually. Not sure how it works in Minnesota but that's when they get out.
Disclaimer: Mighty Duckys aren't mine. Neither are the Wolfbay Wings. They belong to Bruce Brooks. Not even sure if Wolfbay and Reston are actual places in Maryland but, I'm using them too.
Chapter Two
Adam and his brothers were eventually called down to dinner. Kyle, their 17 year old brother was there too, having just come home from his friend's house.
The meal was a quiet and tense one. Even the twins were quiet. Kyle had missed the fight but could tell one had happened.
Philip Banks broke the silence. "Well, I have some good news."
Adam looked up from his plate. What, he thought to himself, you'll start laying off me?
Although he know that wasn't the 'good news', the last thing he expected to hear were the two words that left his father's mouth.
"We're moving."
"What?!" shouted Kyle and Adam, simultaneously.
"Dad, you can't be serious. The team." Adam stuttered.
"Adam, this is for you son. We're moving to, Reston, a town in Maryland. A neighboring town has one of the top traveling hockey teams in the country." Philip said with a smile. His son was the best therefore he'd play for the best.
"Dad, I'm a senior. You want me to switch schools now? Leave my friends? Just for a stupid game?"
Adam knew what was coming next. A rift had formed between his father and his older brother since Kyle quit playing hockey a little over six years ago.
Philip glared at his 17 year old son. "Go to your room now, young man. I won't hear another word about it," he barked. "We're moving. That's final."
Adam spent the rest of the meal picking at his food. What am I gonna tell the Ducks?
The next day, Adam rollerbladed to the park near his house to met up with his friends. He had called the team, at least the Minnesota ones, after dinner. None of them had asked what it was about. They had all assumed he wanted to play a game of street hockey.
"Hey guys," he said as everyone started to arrive.
"What's up, Banksie?" said Charlie Conway, the captain of their high school team, the Eden Hall Ducks. The team had been given scholarships from Eden Hall, a prestigious private school, to play hockey last year. While they were only the JV team, they had beaten the Varsity team in an exciting game last season.
"Everyone here?"
"Yeah," Charlie looked at his friend. "We're not playing hockey today, are we?"
Adam shrugged. "We could but I have something else to tell you first."
"Spill it, Cake-eater," said Jesse Hall, throwing in his old nickname. Jesse hadn't gone to Eden Hall with them but everyone still considered him part of their 'Duck' crew.
Adam sighed and looked at his feet. "We're moving," he whispered, but they still heard him. Silence fell upon the group.
"What? Don't lie to us, Banksie. You're kidding us right?" said Guy Germaine.
"I wish I was. My dad told me last night. We leave for Maryland in three weeks.
"Three weeks? You don't even get to spend the summer with us?" cried Connie Moreau. They had just gotten out of school only a week before.
"Yeah. July 6th, we're gone."
This time, Charlie broke the silence. "Why?" he asked, voicing what was on everyone's mind.
"Hockey. You know my Dad." He knew that was a lie though. None of them knew his dad, beyond his booming voice at the games.
"I thought he was happy about Eden Hall," said Greg Goldberg, their goalie.
"He is but.I guess there's this excellent traveling team in Wolfbay that he wants me to join. Be funny if I didn't make it."
"Banksie, if you didn't make it." said Les Averman.
Adam knew what Averman was saying. Adam was the Duck's star center. He'd even made Varsity last year. The only way he wouldn't make the team would be if he broke his arm or leg. Even then, they still might take him.
"How long have you known?" asked Charlie, harshly.
Adam shot him a look. Their friendship was still a tense one. After making Varsity, Charlie had led the pack in dropping Adam like a sack of rocks. He never believed Adam wasn't part of any of the pranks Varsity played on the Ducks. Even after Adam left Varsity and rejoined JV, there was still a rift that would prove hard to seal.
"What does that mean, Conway? You think I'd keep this a secret? I told you, I found out last night."
"Really and you didn't fight it? Didn't say you'd live on campus or something?" Charlie said, advancing on Adam. "You're leaving the team again." Fulton Reed grabbed a hold of him before he could pounce on Adam.
Adam ran his hand through his blonde hair. "You can't fight my father, Charlie," he said followed by a muttering. "Maybe you'd know that if we actually hung out at my house."
"What was that, Banks?" asked Connie, as she placed a gentle hand on his arm.
"Maybe I'd be happier there." He could tell she didn't believe him. He took hold of her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.
Charlie shook Fulton off and glared at Adam.
"I'd better go. Packing, you know." Adam released Connie's hand and skated away without another word.
"Can't believe he's leaving us again," spat Charlie.
"Charlie, calm down man," said Guy.
"Yeah, I don't think he wants to leave, but you can't expect him to go against his parents," said Fulton.
"Can't believe he's leaving us," whispered Charlie again. "Some Duck you are!" he shouted in the direction Adam had gone. "Some Duck, not a Duck anymore," he whispered.
Also, I don't have a set beta reader so email w/ any problems/concerns: suballfan082@yahoo.com or IM at A quacker99 (if I'm reading at this site or typing my story, I'm on)
To my reviewers: Yeah, Adam and angst in the same sentence are commonplace. Don't worry, he'll get happy. ( I like the "suicide" stories, but by "lost" I mean lost to the Ducks (doesn't mean I won't go there though...I'm cooking an idea.) You'll see..
A/N: I went to high school in New York. We got out of school the 2nd week in June usually. Not sure how it works in Minnesota but that's when they get out.
Disclaimer: Mighty Duckys aren't mine. Neither are the Wolfbay Wings. They belong to Bruce Brooks. Not even sure if Wolfbay and Reston are actual places in Maryland but, I'm using them too.
Chapter Two
Adam and his brothers were eventually called down to dinner. Kyle, their 17 year old brother was there too, having just come home from his friend's house.
The meal was a quiet and tense one. Even the twins were quiet. Kyle had missed the fight but could tell one had happened.
Philip Banks broke the silence. "Well, I have some good news."
Adam looked up from his plate. What, he thought to himself, you'll start laying off me?
Although he know that wasn't the 'good news', the last thing he expected to hear were the two words that left his father's mouth.
"We're moving."
"What?!" shouted Kyle and Adam, simultaneously.
"Dad, you can't be serious. The team." Adam stuttered.
"Adam, this is for you son. We're moving to, Reston, a town in Maryland. A neighboring town has one of the top traveling hockey teams in the country." Philip said with a smile. His son was the best therefore he'd play for the best.
"Dad, I'm a senior. You want me to switch schools now? Leave my friends? Just for a stupid game?"
Adam knew what was coming next. A rift had formed between his father and his older brother since Kyle quit playing hockey a little over six years ago.
Philip glared at his 17 year old son. "Go to your room now, young man. I won't hear another word about it," he barked. "We're moving. That's final."
Adam spent the rest of the meal picking at his food. What am I gonna tell the Ducks?
The next day, Adam rollerbladed to the park near his house to met up with his friends. He had called the team, at least the Minnesota ones, after dinner. None of them had asked what it was about. They had all assumed he wanted to play a game of street hockey.
"Hey guys," he said as everyone started to arrive.
"What's up, Banksie?" said Charlie Conway, the captain of their high school team, the Eden Hall Ducks. The team had been given scholarships from Eden Hall, a prestigious private school, to play hockey last year. While they were only the JV team, they had beaten the Varsity team in an exciting game last season.
"Everyone here?"
"Yeah," Charlie looked at his friend. "We're not playing hockey today, are we?"
Adam shrugged. "We could but I have something else to tell you first."
"Spill it, Cake-eater," said Jesse Hall, throwing in his old nickname. Jesse hadn't gone to Eden Hall with them but everyone still considered him part of their 'Duck' crew.
Adam sighed and looked at his feet. "We're moving," he whispered, but they still heard him. Silence fell upon the group.
"What? Don't lie to us, Banksie. You're kidding us right?" said Guy Germaine.
"I wish I was. My dad told me last night. We leave for Maryland in three weeks.
"Three weeks? You don't even get to spend the summer with us?" cried Connie Moreau. They had just gotten out of school only a week before.
"Yeah. July 6th, we're gone."
This time, Charlie broke the silence. "Why?" he asked, voicing what was on everyone's mind.
"Hockey. You know my Dad." He knew that was a lie though. None of them knew his dad, beyond his booming voice at the games.
"I thought he was happy about Eden Hall," said Greg Goldberg, their goalie.
"He is but.I guess there's this excellent traveling team in Wolfbay that he wants me to join. Be funny if I didn't make it."
"Banksie, if you didn't make it." said Les Averman.
Adam knew what Averman was saying. Adam was the Duck's star center. He'd even made Varsity last year. The only way he wouldn't make the team would be if he broke his arm or leg. Even then, they still might take him.
"How long have you known?" asked Charlie, harshly.
Adam shot him a look. Their friendship was still a tense one. After making Varsity, Charlie had led the pack in dropping Adam like a sack of rocks. He never believed Adam wasn't part of any of the pranks Varsity played on the Ducks. Even after Adam left Varsity and rejoined JV, there was still a rift that would prove hard to seal.
"What does that mean, Conway? You think I'd keep this a secret? I told you, I found out last night."
"Really and you didn't fight it? Didn't say you'd live on campus or something?" Charlie said, advancing on Adam. "You're leaving the team again." Fulton Reed grabbed a hold of him before he could pounce on Adam.
Adam ran his hand through his blonde hair. "You can't fight my father, Charlie," he said followed by a muttering. "Maybe you'd know that if we actually hung out at my house."
"What was that, Banks?" asked Connie, as she placed a gentle hand on his arm.
"Maybe I'd be happier there." He could tell she didn't believe him. He took hold of her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.
Charlie shook Fulton off and glared at Adam.
"I'd better go. Packing, you know." Adam released Connie's hand and skated away without another word.
"Can't believe he's leaving us again," spat Charlie.
"Charlie, calm down man," said Guy.
"Yeah, I don't think he wants to leave, but you can't expect him to go against his parents," said Fulton.
"Can't believe he's leaving us," whispered Charlie again. "Some Duck you are!" he shouted in the direction Adam had gone. "Some Duck, not a Duck anymore," he whispered.