Note to Readers: This is the new and improved, typo-free chapter two
Disclaimer: Hey, I never claimed the ducks mine in the first place, right?
D2.5: The Mighty Ducks by BallisticBubble
Chapter Two: Too Young to be Old
He. He. He. Just as I expected, the next day, when I woke up at eight-fifty- two, he was there in his suit, chatting with mom and Seth, drinking hot coffee at the nook.
"Good morning, Captain Charlie!" He greeted.
I immediately ran and hugged him, I haven't seen him since that day we went camping in Averman's backyard!
I felt him grin on the inside and let go. "Hi, nice to see you, Coach." I glanced at mom and she was smiling, too.
"Same with you, Charlie." Coach replied, still with a grin on his face. "Now, hurry up, we have some ducks to meet."
"Right." I said and took my seat between him and Seth. This was too good to be true.
*
Later that day, we all met at Coach Bombay's old place. And I was still clueless about what the whole "emergency meeting" was for. At first, it didn't matter, I quickly learned that the other ducks were just as excited as me to see coach, who now worked in Chicago.
Anyway, he got us all gathered in the living room.
"Coach, whatcha still doing with that attaché case?" Goldberg questioned right away. Good question, what WAS he still doing with that attaché case??
"No time for questions, you'll find out later." And so we kept quiet at his statement.
Guy and Connie were seated at one end, Connie looked kinda uncomfortable, if I do say so myself. Then Fulton and Adam and Jessie and me then Goldberg and Averman on the floor.
Coach stood still and quiet for a moment. "Ducks, you've come a long way, and I think you deserve what's in this bag." Coach carried his bag and opened it up.
"Is it money??" Averman snapped.
"Averman!!" Everyone all called out and laughed, including coach.
"Anyway, I studied in a very fine school, here in Minnesota." He went on. "It was Eden Hall Academy. And I want you all to receive the same education I did."
"Um, coach? Isn't that a private school?" Fulton queried shooting us a puzzled look.
"Yeah, I mean the only one who can afford that here is Adam!" Jessie joked and nudged him hard. Banks laughed and so did the rest of us in little snickers.
Coach sighed. "That's why! The dean of Eden Hall has decided to give you all full athletic scholarships to the academy."
We all just stared. What?!
Coach burst into laughter, "What I'm trying to say, ducks, is, if you say yes, you will be going to the same school I attended when I was your age and play for the jv team!" He pulled out a piece of paper from the case. This is what it said..
The Eden Hall Academy is honored to award this recipient, Gregory Goldberg, a full athletic scholarship to the school for his excellence in the field of ice hockey for the school year 1996 - 1997, shall he accept the opportunity.
"Cool." I exclaimed and stood up. "But slow down, coach. I think you're going a little too fast, Where will we sleep? Will we have to wear uniforms? How will we eat?!?" I had a billion questions in my mind.
He smiled. "Don't worry about high school yet. First you kids have to help me make six long distance phone calls." Coach picked up thephone and handed it to Reed and everyone started cheering. "One to LA. One to Miami. One to Chicago. One to Bangor. One to San Francisco. And one to Austin." Oh yeah! I high-fived Goldberg on the floor. Eden Hall, here the mighty ducks come! Then I turned to Jessie..
"High School? I heard Jessie say.
What??
*
After the entire hullabaloo caused by us eight teenagers calling our long- distance friends of whom we haven't heard the voices of in nearly a year, Coach pulled out a folder from his case. "OK, Goldberg!" He yelled and handed it to the guy on the floor.
And one by one he handed them out with everyone high-fiving everyone else until only Jess and me didn't have ours.
"Charlie, your mom already knows. She's really proud of you." Coach said giving me my folder.
"Thanks." I replied and turned to Jessie.
"Jessie! Looks like you'll be going to the same high school I did come fall." Coach said, patting him on the shoulder.
"I don't know, about that, coach." I heard him say and everyone went silent.
"What's wrong?" I snapped at him. At this point everyone was staring at him already.
"Jessie, is there anything you have to tell us?" Coach tried to ask as politely as he could.
"I'm not going to high school, well, not yet. I'm the youngest, I just got out of the 7th grade this year, remember?" Hall explained. I never knew that.
"But.. we were all in the same 5th grade class three years ago!" Connie reasoned out. She was correct after all.
Jessie stood up and headed for the door, so we couldn't see his face. "I was accelerated, then in middle school, when we all got separated, my dad decided to put me back in the class I belonged in."
"Really? We never knew that! Why?" Fulton questioned. That's what we all wanted to know.
"Bullies. So, I asked my dad if I could stay in my right class, with Tommy and Peter and the rest of the guys.." Jessie said, turning to us, he was beet red.
We all knew Jessie was some kind of evil genius but, wow, of all people on our team to get offended by a bully, Jessie was definitely not the one.
*
I definitely didn't want to talk about this to Jessie yet, not right after what just happened. Obviously, he didn't exactly like the situation, but no matter how hard the rest of the ducks, coach and, I tried to say "It's okie, I'm sure we'll find a way for you to come." in every possible way, Hall tried to mask it all.
We all got the picture soon after. And we were just as bummed as him, but in the end, Jessie tried to crack some jokes about it like, "Hey, I should be flattered, some big time school wants to give ME, a twelve-year-old, a high school scholarship.".
Leaving a friend behind in the sad world of middle school was surely not a good feeling, but we all left the place grinning from ear to ear. Jessie stayed behind, coach wanted to talk to him, and so, I ended up walking home with Connie and Guy, which made me feel like a sore thumb sticking out of a teeny tiny hand.
"Are you sure? I thought you said you two wanted to talk.. alone??" I ducked and tied my shoelaces.
"Well.. Connie?" Guy turned and started to stare at her.. again.
"It's okie, really." Connie smiled at me and glanced at Germaine. "Guy, I was thinking maybe we could talk.. now."
"Sure. Be right there." Guy finished stuffing his backpack with the folder and waved at me as he walked towards Connie.
While they were at it, I was busy looking at the new car coach had nicely parked out his house.
It's okie, Connie. No hard feelings.
I looked around, worried, were they breaking up?? It's okie, they'll fix it as always, I hope. I stared at wall, just around the corner of the house, I know it's bad to eavesdrop, but I did.
I couldn't see them, but their voices were just loud enough for me to hear.
"All I want to know is why." Guy muttered in his baritone-pitched voice.
"I just want to concentrate on hockey, Guy." Connie went on. "I don't mean it in a bad way, but, it's kinda hard to date someone on the team."
"I understand, but we're still friends, right?" Germaine asked sheepishly. Man, they weren't officially dating anymore and still they sound so mushy talking to each other!! I swear, I'm never going to get a girlfriend til' I'm like.. sixteen, I swear!
"Always and forever. It's for the sake of hockey, Guy!" Connie's voice warmed up.
"Yeah, hockey. Let's go." Germaine walked back to the driveway, and I went back into my normal position.
"Thanks for waiting, dude." Connie grinned and walked ahead.
"How'd it go?" I asked Guy, trying to sound like I wasn't listening.
Guy shook his head "I don't know."
And though I knew exactly what happened, after I saw the reactions of the two, I wasn't sure anymore if what I saw was real. So, I just caught up with the two, who were both far ahead of me already, still walking side-by- side, despite of what had just happened and tripped in the process.
I looked up and saw them both laughing. I started to laugh too.
"You OK, man?" Germaine asked and stared at me.
"Yup." I got up and stared at my scraped knee as I saw a little red fluid ooze its way out. It was painless, in fact, it made me laugh at the fact of how many times that knee had been cut, or bruised and sprained. But still it made me realize, Eden Hall, Connie's breakup with Guy.. all real. It's a good thing my head was screwed on right, or else.. Just think of what would happen!!
Disclaimer: Hey, I never claimed the ducks mine in the first place, right?
D2.5: The Mighty Ducks by BallisticBubble
Chapter Two: Too Young to be Old
He. He. He. Just as I expected, the next day, when I woke up at eight-fifty- two, he was there in his suit, chatting with mom and Seth, drinking hot coffee at the nook.
"Good morning, Captain Charlie!" He greeted.
I immediately ran and hugged him, I haven't seen him since that day we went camping in Averman's backyard!
I felt him grin on the inside and let go. "Hi, nice to see you, Coach." I glanced at mom and she was smiling, too.
"Same with you, Charlie." Coach replied, still with a grin on his face. "Now, hurry up, we have some ducks to meet."
"Right." I said and took my seat between him and Seth. This was too good to be true.
*
Later that day, we all met at Coach Bombay's old place. And I was still clueless about what the whole "emergency meeting" was for. At first, it didn't matter, I quickly learned that the other ducks were just as excited as me to see coach, who now worked in Chicago.
Anyway, he got us all gathered in the living room.
"Coach, whatcha still doing with that attaché case?" Goldberg questioned right away. Good question, what WAS he still doing with that attaché case??
"No time for questions, you'll find out later." And so we kept quiet at his statement.
Guy and Connie were seated at one end, Connie looked kinda uncomfortable, if I do say so myself. Then Fulton and Adam and Jessie and me then Goldberg and Averman on the floor.
Coach stood still and quiet for a moment. "Ducks, you've come a long way, and I think you deserve what's in this bag." Coach carried his bag and opened it up.
"Is it money??" Averman snapped.
"Averman!!" Everyone all called out and laughed, including coach.
"Anyway, I studied in a very fine school, here in Minnesota." He went on. "It was Eden Hall Academy. And I want you all to receive the same education I did."
"Um, coach? Isn't that a private school?" Fulton queried shooting us a puzzled look.
"Yeah, I mean the only one who can afford that here is Adam!" Jessie joked and nudged him hard. Banks laughed and so did the rest of us in little snickers.
Coach sighed. "That's why! The dean of Eden Hall has decided to give you all full athletic scholarships to the academy."
We all just stared. What?!
Coach burst into laughter, "What I'm trying to say, ducks, is, if you say yes, you will be going to the same school I attended when I was your age and play for the jv team!" He pulled out a piece of paper from the case. This is what it said..
The Eden Hall Academy is honored to award this recipient, Gregory Goldberg, a full athletic scholarship to the school for his excellence in the field of ice hockey for the school year 1996 - 1997, shall he accept the opportunity.
"Cool." I exclaimed and stood up. "But slow down, coach. I think you're going a little too fast, Where will we sleep? Will we have to wear uniforms? How will we eat?!?" I had a billion questions in my mind.
He smiled. "Don't worry about high school yet. First you kids have to help me make six long distance phone calls." Coach picked up thephone and handed it to Reed and everyone started cheering. "One to LA. One to Miami. One to Chicago. One to Bangor. One to San Francisco. And one to Austin." Oh yeah! I high-fived Goldberg on the floor. Eden Hall, here the mighty ducks come! Then I turned to Jessie..
"High School? I heard Jessie say.
What??
*
After the entire hullabaloo caused by us eight teenagers calling our long- distance friends of whom we haven't heard the voices of in nearly a year, Coach pulled out a folder from his case. "OK, Goldberg!" He yelled and handed it to the guy on the floor.
And one by one he handed them out with everyone high-fiving everyone else until only Jess and me didn't have ours.
"Charlie, your mom already knows. She's really proud of you." Coach said giving me my folder.
"Thanks." I replied and turned to Jessie.
"Jessie! Looks like you'll be going to the same high school I did come fall." Coach said, patting him on the shoulder.
"I don't know, about that, coach." I heard him say and everyone went silent.
"What's wrong?" I snapped at him. At this point everyone was staring at him already.
"Jessie, is there anything you have to tell us?" Coach tried to ask as politely as he could.
"I'm not going to high school, well, not yet. I'm the youngest, I just got out of the 7th grade this year, remember?" Hall explained. I never knew that.
"But.. we were all in the same 5th grade class three years ago!" Connie reasoned out. She was correct after all.
Jessie stood up and headed for the door, so we couldn't see his face. "I was accelerated, then in middle school, when we all got separated, my dad decided to put me back in the class I belonged in."
"Really? We never knew that! Why?" Fulton questioned. That's what we all wanted to know.
"Bullies. So, I asked my dad if I could stay in my right class, with Tommy and Peter and the rest of the guys.." Jessie said, turning to us, he was beet red.
We all knew Jessie was some kind of evil genius but, wow, of all people on our team to get offended by a bully, Jessie was definitely not the one.
*
I definitely didn't want to talk about this to Jessie yet, not right after what just happened. Obviously, he didn't exactly like the situation, but no matter how hard the rest of the ducks, coach and, I tried to say "It's okie, I'm sure we'll find a way for you to come." in every possible way, Hall tried to mask it all.
We all got the picture soon after. And we were just as bummed as him, but in the end, Jessie tried to crack some jokes about it like, "Hey, I should be flattered, some big time school wants to give ME, a twelve-year-old, a high school scholarship.".
Leaving a friend behind in the sad world of middle school was surely not a good feeling, but we all left the place grinning from ear to ear. Jessie stayed behind, coach wanted to talk to him, and so, I ended up walking home with Connie and Guy, which made me feel like a sore thumb sticking out of a teeny tiny hand.
"Are you sure? I thought you said you two wanted to talk.. alone??" I ducked and tied my shoelaces.
"Well.. Connie?" Guy turned and started to stare at her.. again.
"It's okie, really." Connie smiled at me and glanced at Germaine. "Guy, I was thinking maybe we could talk.. now."
"Sure. Be right there." Guy finished stuffing his backpack with the folder and waved at me as he walked towards Connie.
While they were at it, I was busy looking at the new car coach had nicely parked out his house.
It's okie, Connie. No hard feelings.
I looked around, worried, were they breaking up?? It's okie, they'll fix it as always, I hope. I stared at wall, just around the corner of the house, I know it's bad to eavesdrop, but I did.
I couldn't see them, but their voices were just loud enough for me to hear.
"All I want to know is why." Guy muttered in his baritone-pitched voice.
"I just want to concentrate on hockey, Guy." Connie went on. "I don't mean it in a bad way, but, it's kinda hard to date someone on the team."
"I understand, but we're still friends, right?" Germaine asked sheepishly. Man, they weren't officially dating anymore and still they sound so mushy talking to each other!! I swear, I'm never going to get a girlfriend til' I'm like.. sixteen, I swear!
"Always and forever. It's for the sake of hockey, Guy!" Connie's voice warmed up.
"Yeah, hockey. Let's go." Germaine walked back to the driveway, and I went back into my normal position.
"Thanks for waiting, dude." Connie grinned and walked ahead.
"How'd it go?" I asked Guy, trying to sound like I wasn't listening.
Guy shook his head "I don't know."
And though I knew exactly what happened, after I saw the reactions of the two, I wasn't sure anymore if what I saw was real. So, I just caught up with the two, who were both far ahead of me already, still walking side-by- side, despite of what had just happened and tripped in the process.
I looked up and saw them both laughing. I started to laugh too.
"You OK, man?" Germaine asked and stared at me.
"Yup." I got up and stared at my scraped knee as I saw a little red fluid ooze its way out. It was painless, in fact, it made me laugh at the fact of how many times that knee had been cut, or bruised and sprained. But still it made me realize, Eden Hall, Connie's breakup with Guy.. all real. It's a good thing my head was screwed on right, or else.. Just think of what would happen!!