Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or places in this story, nor am I
affiliated with any of them. I am merely the writer, and this is my story.
Author's Note: Well, this is my first fan fiction in a very, very long time. Actually, I don't know what happened to my previous Fan Fiction account, so this is my new one. Luckily, I don't write valuable stories, so the loss isn't so significant. Anyways, enough about my life horrors; I'll give you all a short side note about the story. It sucks. That's basically it. No, just kidding. I decided that since there aren't many fiction stories here about Luis Mendoza, I would write one. After all, there's already enough written about Banks and Conway. Oh yeah, and just to warn those of you looking for a new plot, I don't think you'll find much here. It's your typical story line. Boring, but for some reason, people still manage to read these things and give decent reviews.
Point of View: Luis
Well, I'm back to my hockey-playing life in Minnesota. I'm not too enthusiastic about it; I mean, I love hockey, but I wonder how much the team has changed. I know I have; I'm just wondering if I made the right kind of transitions.
I unlocked the door to my dormitory room and stepped inside without making a sound. Everything looked pretty normal here: the same kind of beds, lights still working, the same curtains, the same carpet. Yeah, I'd have to say I'm grateful that at least the dorm rooms haven't changed too much.
As I chose my bed on the left side of the room and decided to toss my bags onto the floor, something banged and crashed into the door from the other side. I frowned. I heard a familiar voice and the jingling of keys. The door suddenly swung open and Charlie and Russ literally fell through the doorway and into the room with several suitcases. I couldn't help but laugh. These were the Ducks, all right.
"Do you guys plan on making a chaotic entrance every year?" I asked, almost sarcastic but still laughing.
"You know it, man!" Charlie said, laughing as well.
Russ picked himself up. "Speak for yourself, Conway. You're too much trouble." He gave me a brotherly hug. "So, what's up with you, Cuban boy? You got taller." He squinted at my face. "And tanner. Hey, man, Charlie, maybe you need to go hang out with Luis in Miami next summer and get a real tan." He ducked as a pillow flew out of Charlie's hand.
I unzipped my bag and began unpacking. "Miami's Miami. But no one was interested in playing real hockey with me down there. At least, not anymore. I guess I've been with you guys too long, huh?"
Charlie plugged in his stereo and turned up the volume. At the push of the "play" button, the heavy melody of System of a Down blasted out from within each speaker. "Yep. Welcome to the real Duck cult," he joked.
"So you guys think you can survive sophomore year with me?" Orion's voice boomed from the doorway.
"Orion! You made it!" Russ answered sarcastically. "Well, it looks like another year of King Orion to handle." Before Coach Orion could reply, Russ put a hand on his shoulder. "You know, Coach, since I can handle only so much of you for one year, I think I'd better be off, get some unpacking done." He exited the room quickly.
Charlie stood up and shook his coach's hand. "Are you sure you're our coach still?" He winced as the coach's grip tightened. "All right, all right. We won't make too much trouble this year."
Orion smiled, satisfied. "That's good to hear, Conway, because we've hired an assistant coach to keep you Ducks on top of things and disciplined."
"Another Coach Orion?" I asked.
"Yes, another Coach Orion, if you wish to phrase it that way," he said in his deep voice. "But I don't think you'd want to address her by that name." He grinned and left the room, leaving us with our mouths hanging open in disbelief.
"A female Coach Orion? How hard can sophomore year get?" Charlie threw himself on his bed and covered his face with a pillow.
I laughed, amused by Charlie's always-complaining moods. "You don't want to know."
Author's Note: What'd I tell you? Boring, huh? I think it's a little too rushed. Well, the plot should continue to thicken, if that's possible at all anymore with my stories. I realize how short this is. But I plan to post another chapter up by tomorrow morning. And sorry for any grammatical or spelling errors that I missed (I read it over three times before I uploaded it!). It's also going to take me quite a length of time to figure out how to work this new uploading stories system. Fan Fiction is really messed up now...
Author's Note: Well, this is my first fan fiction in a very, very long time. Actually, I don't know what happened to my previous Fan Fiction account, so this is my new one. Luckily, I don't write valuable stories, so the loss isn't so significant. Anyways, enough about my life horrors; I'll give you all a short side note about the story. It sucks. That's basically it. No, just kidding. I decided that since there aren't many fiction stories here about Luis Mendoza, I would write one. After all, there's already enough written about Banks and Conway. Oh yeah, and just to warn those of you looking for a new plot, I don't think you'll find much here. It's your typical story line. Boring, but for some reason, people still manage to read these things and give decent reviews.
Point of View: Luis
Well, I'm back to my hockey-playing life in Minnesota. I'm not too enthusiastic about it; I mean, I love hockey, but I wonder how much the team has changed. I know I have; I'm just wondering if I made the right kind of transitions.
I unlocked the door to my dormitory room and stepped inside without making a sound. Everything looked pretty normal here: the same kind of beds, lights still working, the same curtains, the same carpet. Yeah, I'd have to say I'm grateful that at least the dorm rooms haven't changed too much.
As I chose my bed on the left side of the room and decided to toss my bags onto the floor, something banged and crashed into the door from the other side. I frowned. I heard a familiar voice and the jingling of keys. The door suddenly swung open and Charlie and Russ literally fell through the doorway and into the room with several suitcases. I couldn't help but laugh. These were the Ducks, all right.
"Do you guys plan on making a chaotic entrance every year?" I asked, almost sarcastic but still laughing.
"You know it, man!" Charlie said, laughing as well.
Russ picked himself up. "Speak for yourself, Conway. You're too much trouble." He gave me a brotherly hug. "So, what's up with you, Cuban boy? You got taller." He squinted at my face. "And tanner. Hey, man, Charlie, maybe you need to go hang out with Luis in Miami next summer and get a real tan." He ducked as a pillow flew out of Charlie's hand.
I unzipped my bag and began unpacking. "Miami's Miami. But no one was interested in playing real hockey with me down there. At least, not anymore. I guess I've been with you guys too long, huh?"
Charlie plugged in his stereo and turned up the volume. At the push of the "play" button, the heavy melody of System of a Down blasted out from within each speaker. "Yep. Welcome to the real Duck cult," he joked.
"So you guys think you can survive sophomore year with me?" Orion's voice boomed from the doorway.
"Orion! You made it!" Russ answered sarcastically. "Well, it looks like another year of King Orion to handle." Before Coach Orion could reply, Russ put a hand on his shoulder. "You know, Coach, since I can handle only so much of you for one year, I think I'd better be off, get some unpacking done." He exited the room quickly.
Charlie stood up and shook his coach's hand. "Are you sure you're our coach still?" He winced as the coach's grip tightened. "All right, all right. We won't make too much trouble this year."
Orion smiled, satisfied. "That's good to hear, Conway, because we've hired an assistant coach to keep you Ducks on top of things and disciplined."
"Another Coach Orion?" I asked.
"Yes, another Coach Orion, if you wish to phrase it that way," he said in his deep voice. "But I don't think you'd want to address her by that name." He grinned and left the room, leaving us with our mouths hanging open in disbelief.
"A female Coach Orion? How hard can sophomore year get?" Charlie threw himself on his bed and covered his face with a pillow.
I laughed, amused by Charlie's always-complaining moods. "You don't want to know."
Author's Note: What'd I tell you? Boring, huh? I think it's a little too rushed. Well, the plot should continue to thicken, if that's possible at all anymore with my stories. I realize how short this is. But I plan to post another chapter up by tomorrow morning. And sorry for any grammatical or spelling errors that I missed (I read it over three times before I uploaded it!). It's also going to take me quite a length of time to figure out how to work this new uploading stories system. Fan Fiction is really messed up now...