Note to Readers: I want to know how many people in totality have read this
story, which is now complete, so please review, even if you have nothing
really to say, I just want to see how well [or bad, lol] I've done. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: For the last time in 2.5, I am not affiliated in any way with the Mighty Ducks.
D2.5: The Mighty Ducks by BallisticBubble
Chapter Thirteen: Eden Hall, Here We Come
It truly was one heck of a night. The ducks, to my surprise were thrown a little sendoff party and everyone showed up, even the old ducks from district five! What got us quite sad though, was that Portman wasn't there. But he told us over another long distance phone call that he'd show up when we least expected it. And mark my words; he never broke a promise.
There were a lot of things that had changed since the others were away. Some of the obvious ones were Ken grew a bit taller, and that the pituitary glands in Luis had been producing a bit too many hormones. For crying out loud, I think he was flirting with my mom! But it was also good to see that some things never change, no matter how many time zones away you live in, or the number of days you have to spend away from the rest of your flock, but now, for the first time for another long four years, the ducks were all here on our way back to our future school. That future would come after one night's sleep.
"Didn't you say the bus stop was only a couple of houses away, Charlie? In my hood, a person didn't have to walk this far." Russ complained, but made us all laugh.
We went on walking anyway. "That's 'cos in this hood, Banks' hood, one house stretches out for eternity!" I gestured with my hands and extended them as far as my two arms could reach.
"Hey, the houses aren't that big. You should see the Randolph's place, now their place is huge!" Banks protested and lead the rest of us, who trailed a couple of feet behind, and then he stopped.
And in true duck fashion, our past came to haunt us. "Hiya, Adam!" called a boy in his Mickey Mouse top and bottom whom I recognized as Larson held out a flashlight. Adam's tongue probably froze, because not a word was uttered from that moth of his.
"Don't worry, we come in peace!" Larson and a few other hawks approached us and began laughing. "And we're definitely not in the right clothes to challenge you, and besides, McGill isn't here."
I took a deep breath. That was a relief. "Char.. who's that?" Dwayne whispered from behind me.
I muttered back to him. "Those are hawks, Cowboy."
His ears wiggled again, like they do when he's stumped, which is four times out of five. "Huh? Aren't hawks those black birds you see in the autumn?" I'm glad I didn't have to answer that one, he got one big nudge from Goldberg.
I decided to leave this to Banks. They were his problem, after all. But he wasn't doing a very good job. "Okie, then." I folded my arms. "What do you want?" I said, with not a speck of compassion in it.
Another hawk threw his hands up. "We're sorry for having McGill trash your summer."
And another one added. "Uh, yeah. What he said. We gotta go back in our tent. Bye. And good luck with that new school of yours!" He waved and just walked back and the others followed except Larson.
"He wasn't very much of a friend to us either, Banks." He mumbled.
Adam nodded.
And after receiving Banks' response, disappeared into the silent September evening, which was proceeded by a big racket..
"What was that?" Luis Mendoza asked us with a very perplexed look on his face
"Yeah, what was that?"
"Who are those people, Spazway?"
The newbies went on flooding me with questions. I butt in. "I'll explain on the way back. Let's go home."
*
We were skating full speed ahead, thanks to a Les Averman whose alarm clock was clearly ineffective; we were late for our very first day of school.
"C'mon, I think there's a way we can get in from here!" Guy took pointed out to us at a big black gate.
Connie looked at him. "It's worth a shot. We're already behind schedule!" And she opened the door and motioned us all to get in.
Skating like hell was not even close to what was going on that day. I got in first and came to a halt when I heard the dean speaking in a very formal ceremony. "Since its inception.."
But it's too bad for them Newton's Laws of Motion evidently states that a body in motion will remain in motion until acted upon by an outside force, or in this case, me. And they all came tumbling down. Fulton. Connie. Banks. Guy. Averman. "Ouch! Ouch, stop that!" And to top it all off, Goldberg who caused the curtain in front of us to drop twenty feet unveiling the juvenile delinquents, us.
"What an entrance." Averman mocked, who was at the bottom of the dog pile. He stood up first in front of the entire student body, plus the alumni, before I forget who all had looked like they've been kicked in the teeth.
So I brushed the dirt of my jersey and flashed a trademark Charlie Conway smile at the audience. "Hi!" I looked at the crowd, including the newbies who were cackling from our sudden appearance. "We're the ducks."
I said that proudly, with seriousness in my voice. But then, we're the ducks, and, sadly, may never ever come across that way. But I said it because that is who we were and forevermore will choose to be.
And though said that ducks as a flock, can fly 71% farther than if each of them flew alone, we the ducks, Minneapolis, U.S.A., and now Eden Hall Academy, fly 100% farther than if each of us flew alone. And not only that.
. we rule the ice too.
*
I, the narrator, Charlie Conway is glad we had some closure to that chapter of our lives, junior high, district five and memories of childhood. It is now six months later and we're alive and kicking and have just won the junior varsity state champion title.
Jessie Hall still goes to our games a lot, and we hang on weekends, it's like we were never apart. Except for one problem, at the games he couldn't decide whether he should root for us, or the Blake Bears, his own school team. He said he'd be happy no matter who won.
Goldberg the Goalie has ceased to be so. He is now our kick-ass defenseman and in the past two months has lost a total of nine pounds, much to his delight.
Ken Wu has now mastered the art of on-ice aggressiveness and after checking with the school doctor, discovered he did grow a couple of centimeters and is taller than Connie!
Connie Moreau of course, cannot be described without the words "Guy Germaine". The two thankfully decided to get back together and my next bet with Banksie is when they'll finally nail each other. My say is seven months.
Adam Banks is now better from everything that happened. Next year, he plans on trying out for the varsity team after clearing things up with us and a very long speech from me about hem being a duck no matter where he goes.
Dean Portman decided to show up at Eden Hall, and is continuing to liven up the dull hallways of this school. He, like Adam, was both surprised and a bit hurt, when the Catlady admitted to us she had a thing for someone else- Scooter.
Julie Gaffney continues to help us with our algebra. And things are going well for her, she is now dating Scooter and went down high school hockey hall of fame as the goalie with the most saves this school year.
Luis Mendoza is now in a steady relationship with the Varsity Captain's ex. The two are now in speaking terms, and the hot cheerleader never ceases to be amazed by the charming lad.
Les Averman, as always, prolongs the clown act. Nonetheless, he has proven to be a good and loyal friend to the ducks after all this time.
Fulton Reed, along with his bash brother, I must say is hanging in there. He maintains his roguish appeal and will go down in my books as my favorite hooky partner.
Russ Tyler has fought his own battle and has steered clear of all the bullies in this school. Yes, he still gets in fights a lot, especially with the upper class all-American kinds, but he's always got us to come back to.
Dwayne Robertson, last but not the least has kept up his average well enough to complete the season, with of course a little help from us.
And of course, Coach Bombay is now settled down in Glendale, California after all the moving here and there, he keeps in touch and our new coach, Coach Orion is doing the job of filling in pretty well.
And so it came to be that we went from being Team U.S.A. to Eden Hall. But we will always remember that time back in the locker rooms at the Junior Goodwill Games..
WHEN THE WIND BLOWS HARD AND THE SKY IS GRAY, DUCKS FLY TOGETHER!
.and we always will.
.
Disclaimer: For the last time in 2.5, I am not affiliated in any way with the Mighty Ducks.
D2.5: The Mighty Ducks by BallisticBubble
Chapter Thirteen: Eden Hall, Here We Come
It truly was one heck of a night. The ducks, to my surprise were thrown a little sendoff party and everyone showed up, even the old ducks from district five! What got us quite sad though, was that Portman wasn't there. But he told us over another long distance phone call that he'd show up when we least expected it. And mark my words; he never broke a promise.
There were a lot of things that had changed since the others were away. Some of the obvious ones were Ken grew a bit taller, and that the pituitary glands in Luis had been producing a bit too many hormones. For crying out loud, I think he was flirting with my mom! But it was also good to see that some things never change, no matter how many time zones away you live in, or the number of days you have to spend away from the rest of your flock, but now, for the first time for another long four years, the ducks were all here on our way back to our future school. That future would come after one night's sleep.
"Didn't you say the bus stop was only a couple of houses away, Charlie? In my hood, a person didn't have to walk this far." Russ complained, but made us all laugh.
We went on walking anyway. "That's 'cos in this hood, Banks' hood, one house stretches out for eternity!" I gestured with my hands and extended them as far as my two arms could reach.
"Hey, the houses aren't that big. You should see the Randolph's place, now their place is huge!" Banks protested and lead the rest of us, who trailed a couple of feet behind, and then he stopped.
And in true duck fashion, our past came to haunt us. "Hiya, Adam!" called a boy in his Mickey Mouse top and bottom whom I recognized as Larson held out a flashlight. Adam's tongue probably froze, because not a word was uttered from that moth of his.
"Don't worry, we come in peace!" Larson and a few other hawks approached us and began laughing. "And we're definitely not in the right clothes to challenge you, and besides, McGill isn't here."
I took a deep breath. That was a relief. "Char.. who's that?" Dwayne whispered from behind me.
I muttered back to him. "Those are hawks, Cowboy."
His ears wiggled again, like they do when he's stumped, which is four times out of five. "Huh? Aren't hawks those black birds you see in the autumn?" I'm glad I didn't have to answer that one, he got one big nudge from Goldberg.
I decided to leave this to Banks. They were his problem, after all. But he wasn't doing a very good job. "Okie, then." I folded my arms. "What do you want?" I said, with not a speck of compassion in it.
Another hawk threw his hands up. "We're sorry for having McGill trash your summer."
And another one added. "Uh, yeah. What he said. We gotta go back in our tent. Bye. And good luck with that new school of yours!" He waved and just walked back and the others followed except Larson.
"He wasn't very much of a friend to us either, Banks." He mumbled.
Adam nodded.
And after receiving Banks' response, disappeared into the silent September evening, which was proceeded by a big racket..
"What was that?" Luis Mendoza asked us with a very perplexed look on his face
"Yeah, what was that?"
"Who are those people, Spazway?"
The newbies went on flooding me with questions. I butt in. "I'll explain on the way back. Let's go home."
*
We were skating full speed ahead, thanks to a Les Averman whose alarm clock was clearly ineffective; we were late for our very first day of school.
"C'mon, I think there's a way we can get in from here!" Guy took pointed out to us at a big black gate.
Connie looked at him. "It's worth a shot. We're already behind schedule!" And she opened the door and motioned us all to get in.
Skating like hell was not even close to what was going on that day. I got in first and came to a halt when I heard the dean speaking in a very formal ceremony. "Since its inception.."
But it's too bad for them Newton's Laws of Motion evidently states that a body in motion will remain in motion until acted upon by an outside force, or in this case, me. And they all came tumbling down. Fulton. Connie. Banks. Guy. Averman. "Ouch! Ouch, stop that!" And to top it all off, Goldberg who caused the curtain in front of us to drop twenty feet unveiling the juvenile delinquents, us.
"What an entrance." Averman mocked, who was at the bottom of the dog pile. He stood up first in front of the entire student body, plus the alumni, before I forget who all had looked like they've been kicked in the teeth.
So I brushed the dirt of my jersey and flashed a trademark Charlie Conway smile at the audience. "Hi!" I looked at the crowd, including the newbies who were cackling from our sudden appearance. "We're the ducks."
I said that proudly, with seriousness in my voice. But then, we're the ducks, and, sadly, may never ever come across that way. But I said it because that is who we were and forevermore will choose to be.
And though said that ducks as a flock, can fly 71% farther than if each of them flew alone, we the ducks, Minneapolis, U.S.A., and now Eden Hall Academy, fly 100% farther than if each of us flew alone. And not only that.
. we rule the ice too.
*
I, the narrator, Charlie Conway is glad we had some closure to that chapter of our lives, junior high, district five and memories of childhood. It is now six months later and we're alive and kicking and have just won the junior varsity state champion title.
Jessie Hall still goes to our games a lot, and we hang on weekends, it's like we were never apart. Except for one problem, at the games he couldn't decide whether he should root for us, or the Blake Bears, his own school team. He said he'd be happy no matter who won.
Goldberg the Goalie has ceased to be so. He is now our kick-ass defenseman and in the past two months has lost a total of nine pounds, much to his delight.
Ken Wu has now mastered the art of on-ice aggressiveness and after checking with the school doctor, discovered he did grow a couple of centimeters and is taller than Connie!
Connie Moreau of course, cannot be described without the words "Guy Germaine". The two thankfully decided to get back together and my next bet with Banksie is when they'll finally nail each other. My say is seven months.
Adam Banks is now better from everything that happened. Next year, he plans on trying out for the varsity team after clearing things up with us and a very long speech from me about hem being a duck no matter where he goes.
Dean Portman decided to show up at Eden Hall, and is continuing to liven up the dull hallways of this school. He, like Adam, was both surprised and a bit hurt, when the Catlady admitted to us she had a thing for someone else- Scooter.
Julie Gaffney continues to help us with our algebra. And things are going well for her, she is now dating Scooter and went down high school hockey hall of fame as the goalie with the most saves this school year.
Luis Mendoza is now in a steady relationship with the Varsity Captain's ex. The two are now in speaking terms, and the hot cheerleader never ceases to be amazed by the charming lad.
Les Averman, as always, prolongs the clown act. Nonetheless, he has proven to be a good and loyal friend to the ducks after all this time.
Fulton Reed, along with his bash brother, I must say is hanging in there. He maintains his roguish appeal and will go down in my books as my favorite hooky partner.
Russ Tyler has fought his own battle and has steered clear of all the bullies in this school. Yes, he still gets in fights a lot, especially with the upper class all-American kinds, but he's always got us to come back to.
Dwayne Robertson, last but not the least has kept up his average well enough to complete the season, with of course a little help from us.
And of course, Coach Bombay is now settled down in Glendale, California after all the moving here and there, he keeps in touch and our new coach, Coach Orion is doing the job of filling in pretty well.
And so it came to be that we went from being Team U.S.A. to Eden Hall. But we will always remember that time back in the locker rooms at the Junior Goodwill Games..
WHEN THE WIND BLOWS HARD AND THE SKY IS GRAY, DUCKS FLY TOGETHER!
.and we always will.
.