A/N: My very 1st MD fiction. So be nice and any help you can give would be
appreciated!
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Adam's POV
Ok, a social life didn't always come easily to me. At Eden Hall you always seemed to meet the same people over and over again. You know it's either: rich parents and stuck-up, or completely normal and played hockey, like me, well sort of. I was kind of a mixture of the two. I think the Ducks saved me in some weird way but whatever; it didn't matter, I was getting bored.
So when I saw her I was intrigued.
"You realize if you send me here that I will hate you forever." The girl spat her eyes glaring at the man who I assumed was her father who had her by the collar of her navy blue shirt. "Let go of me. I can walk you realize this."
Her father stared ahead as he spoke. "I can't trust you walking on your own. Last school we went to you assaulted a student."
Ok, I felt bad for eavesdropping, but they were speaking rather loudly and besides I was waiting for my friends, who were taking longer than I expected talking to our math teacher.
The girl shook off her father's hand. "He grabbed my ass and he deserved to be slapped." She yelled at him. "He started it, I finished it."
Her father pushed her along towards the headmaster's office. "If only you had this much enthusiasm on the ice." He growled as the door slammed behind him.
I blinked excitedly. If that girl was accepted here at Eden Hall we would have a new member of the Ducks. She looked about our age and with all that pent up anger she would be a great part of our offence or defense.
"Hey Cake-eater; what are you staring at?"
I spun around and grinned realizing most of my team was standing behind me. I wasn't sure on whether or not to tell them right away. Like what would happen if I told them and the girl wasn't accepted. They would be expecting a new player and well they wouldn't exactly have one.
"Nothing." I replied shrugging. I wanted to stand there as long as possible to see the girl's expression as she walked out the office. "What took you guys so long?"
Charlie shrugged and began speaking for most of the team. "You know teachers. They have this whole thing about getting good grades and stuff." I smiled. I could barely believe they would be so nonchalant about that. My parents would slaughter me if my grades slipped.
"I can't believe you!" The team's eyes moved away from me to the girl I was looking at before who was storming away from her father. "First you put me into a private school and now you're forcing me back on the ice. I don't think so!"
Her father rolled her eyes. "Obviously you have some energy you need to get rid of and getting back on the ice is the perfect thing."
She stopped a few feet in front of our group and spun around to face him. "Obviously you haven't realized that I've changed and I'm not the perfect little girl you used to tell what to do." She turned around and stared me in the eyes and pushed past me. "Move it!"
Our eyes went back to her father who was shaking his head and followed his daughter's trail of destruction. It amazed us that he didn't even look embarrassed at all. Well actually, it amazed me. For them it seemed like a natural occurrence; like everyone just yelled and screamed in public until they didn't have the strength to yell and scream anymore.
"Whoa. I wasn't expecting that." I heard Guy mumble as everyone shook their head trying to rid themselves of the memories of the evil death glares that girl shot at us.
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It was a few weeks before I saw the girl again. To be honest I was glad she was in my homeroom. The rest of the guys (and girls) on my team were in different homerooms because in Math and English I had been taken up a grade level and unfortunately, my homeroom was grade 11 English.
The teacher, Mr. Winder looked down at his papers and was immediately drawn to the yellow sheet on top of them all. Mr. Winder as far as I could tell was in his mid to late twenties and was still getting used to his first steady job as a teacher. He was a great teacher and made English pretty good, but he was a spaz when it came to actual paper work. His desk was always cluttered and more than twice a day you would see him stumbling down the halls with his briefcase and arms filled with essays and papers we had handed in. I watched him as he read the paper; he usually mouthed the words and for some reason I had acquired the skill of reading lips.
I watched as he mouthed, "Sam, you will be getting a new student in your homeroom. Name: Josleen Best. Age: fifteen. She has been put up a grade. Challenge her."
Three loud knocks came from behind the door and before Mr. Winder could even come near it, she opened the door. She was different from the first time I had saw her.
Before, she had chestnut hair the flowed freely down her back. She had also worn a white untucked blouse and a plaid skirt. But today was different. Her hair was dyed a black and her make-up consisted of black eyeliner. She wore a red concert T-shirt and a pair of black work pants.
She rolled her eyes at the people in the class. I knew that she knew they all were sizing her up. That's what they did to every new kid around here. Then, they would be banished into a group.
If they looked rich, they would probably end up hanging around the varsity hockey team, especially if it were a girl. I remembered when I was on the team; many of the guys were constantly talking about hooking up with the 'Paris Hiltons' of the school. The girls didn't actually do anything to be part of the group, they just sort of there. They were famous, by association I guess.
If they looked poor-ish or middle class, they would be with the junior hockey team. The Varsity team would do anything to avoid them. They were like the plague. Like if they hung around them, they're stocks would go down or something.
But this girl, Josleen, I guess, didn't belong in either. I saw her father, he was definitely rich. I could tell by the way he spoke, carried himself. Everything about him reminded me of my dad.
I looked over at Mr. Winder. He looked terrified. I'm guessing he was expecting another person like us, but this just surprised him. "I'm guessing Josleen?"
The girl's eyes shifted towards him. "It's Joslyn. But don't call me that. It's Josie."
Mr. Winder smiled. "Ok, Josie. How about you take an open seat, which looks like beside Mr. Banks." He replied looking down at his seating plan, which amazingly, he didn't misplace.
Her eyes scanned the room and landed on me; and she scoffed. Obviously not a good sign. She walked quickly and dropped her black one shoulder bag on the floor and took the seat beside me.
"Hey I'm Adam." I said smiling. I knew what it was like being the new kid. It was awkward, especially when some people had something against you. Everyone needed a friend.
She rolled her eyes. "Look, you're a jock. I can tell. Now how about you leave me alone before you lose brownie points with your little friends."
I smirked. "My friends aren't in this class, besides I don't think they would care all that much, especially if it's a new player on our team."
She jerked her head suddenly. "Excuse me? New player." She spat.
"I heard your dad say something about you getting back on the ice, I'm part of the junior hockey team. I know this is a raised class for you like me."
She laughed at me shaking her raven hair out of her eyes. "Adam was it? If you're stalking me, you're doing a pretty crappy job. I'm not a hockey player; I used to figure skate, pairs."
I blushed. Good thing I didn't tell the guys we would be getting a new teammate. "Oh."
"You're wondering why I said used to; right?" She sighed. It was like I was forcing it out of her. "My partner died, he was also my best friend."
I gaped at her. That was slightly unexpected. I was expecting, Oh you know, injury, or I didn't like it anymore, or something like that. "How?"
She shrugged. "Car accident on the way to our competition."
I was about to ask her more when Mr. Winder finally got organized enough to actually begin the class. During the entire class I could help but thinking what a jackass her father was. Like sure I didn't know him personally but that would be really hard losing a friend like that. I knew I wouldn't want to play hockey if someone on our team died on the way to a game.
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"Earth to Adam!!"
I jumped and looked over to my left where Fulton and the rest of the team sat laughing at me. I couldn't quite get over everything Joslyn told me. "Yeah?" I said staring at the giddy bunch.
Fulton smirked. "Connie asked you how your first period went."
I bit the inside of my mouth. "Ok. Hard."
"Wow, I think that's the most I have ever heard him actually say." Charlie laughed. Ok, the guys always said I was the strong silent type. Hell the first time I met Charlie's mom, she thought I was a deaf mute, which embarrassed me to all hell.
Fulton's smile dropped off his face. "What's going on at the Varsity table?"
I looked over and saw her again. Joslyn. Some new varsity player was pressed up against her and she was flipping out. This morning I saw her pissed off. Now she was livid.
"Get the hell away from me!" She replied through gritted teeth, only getting a smirk in reply she pursed her lips and raised her knee with as much force as she could muster, slamming it against. . . well a part that should never be slammed that hard.
She pushed past him and slammed into me. She was slightly shorter than me and yet she could intimidate me. Her eyes narrowed. "Not a word Banks."
She ran out of the cafeteria past the junior table that looked utterly confused. I did the only thing I could, I ran after her. Like I said before, everyone needs a friend.
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A/N: I have no clue how good this is. Please tell me if I should continue! As I said before, this is my first attempt at a MD fiction so it probably sucks to all hell. So please, save me from my own embarrassment and help me out!
REVIEW!!!!
~Toodles!
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Adam's POV
Ok, a social life didn't always come easily to me. At Eden Hall you always seemed to meet the same people over and over again. You know it's either: rich parents and stuck-up, or completely normal and played hockey, like me, well sort of. I was kind of a mixture of the two. I think the Ducks saved me in some weird way but whatever; it didn't matter, I was getting bored.
So when I saw her I was intrigued.
"You realize if you send me here that I will hate you forever." The girl spat her eyes glaring at the man who I assumed was her father who had her by the collar of her navy blue shirt. "Let go of me. I can walk you realize this."
Her father stared ahead as he spoke. "I can't trust you walking on your own. Last school we went to you assaulted a student."
Ok, I felt bad for eavesdropping, but they were speaking rather loudly and besides I was waiting for my friends, who were taking longer than I expected talking to our math teacher.
The girl shook off her father's hand. "He grabbed my ass and he deserved to be slapped." She yelled at him. "He started it, I finished it."
Her father pushed her along towards the headmaster's office. "If only you had this much enthusiasm on the ice." He growled as the door slammed behind him.
I blinked excitedly. If that girl was accepted here at Eden Hall we would have a new member of the Ducks. She looked about our age and with all that pent up anger she would be a great part of our offence or defense.
"Hey Cake-eater; what are you staring at?"
I spun around and grinned realizing most of my team was standing behind me. I wasn't sure on whether or not to tell them right away. Like what would happen if I told them and the girl wasn't accepted. They would be expecting a new player and well they wouldn't exactly have one.
"Nothing." I replied shrugging. I wanted to stand there as long as possible to see the girl's expression as she walked out the office. "What took you guys so long?"
Charlie shrugged and began speaking for most of the team. "You know teachers. They have this whole thing about getting good grades and stuff." I smiled. I could barely believe they would be so nonchalant about that. My parents would slaughter me if my grades slipped.
"I can't believe you!" The team's eyes moved away from me to the girl I was looking at before who was storming away from her father. "First you put me into a private school and now you're forcing me back on the ice. I don't think so!"
Her father rolled her eyes. "Obviously you have some energy you need to get rid of and getting back on the ice is the perfect thing."
She stopped a few feet in front of our group and spun around to face him. "Obviously you haven't realized that I've changed and I'm not the perfect little girl you used to tell what to do." She turned around and stared me in the eyes and pushed past me. "Move it!"
Our eyes went back to her father who was shaking his head and followed his daughter's trail of destruction. It amazed us that he didn't even look embarrassed at all. Well actually, it amazed me. For them it seemed like a natural occurrence; like everyone just yelled and screamed in public until they didn't have the strength to yell and scream anymore.
"Whoa. I wasn't expecting that." I heard Guy mumble as everyone shook their head trying to rid themselves of the memories of the evil death glares that girl shot at us.
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It was a few weeks before I saw the girl again. To be honest I was glad she was in my homeroom. The rest of the guys (and girls) on my team were in different homerooms because in Math and English I had been taken up a grade level and unfortunately, my homeroom was grade 11 English.
The teacher, Mr. Winder looked down at his papers and was immediately drawn to the yellow sheet on top of them all. Mr. Winder as far as I could tell was in his mid to late twenties and was still getting used to his first steady job as a teacher. He was a great teacher and made English pretty good, but he was a spaz when it came to actual paper work. His desk was always cluttered and more than twice a day you would see him stumbling down the halls with his briefcase and arms filled with essays and papers we had handed in. I watched him as he read the paper; he usually mouthed the words and for some reason I had acquired the skill of reading lips.
I watched as he mouthed, "Sam, you will be getting a new student in your homeroom. Name: Josleen Best. Age: fifteen. She has been put up a grade. Challenge her."
Three loud knocks came from behind the door and before Mr. Winder could even come near it, she opened the door. She was different from the first time I had saw her.
Before, she had chestnut hair the flowed freely down her back. She had also worn a white untucked blouse and a plaid skirt. But today was different. Her hair was dyed a black and her make-up consisted of black eyeliner. She wore a red concert T-shirt and a pair of black work pants.
She rolled her eyes at the people in the class. I knew that she knew they all were sizing her up. That's what they did to every new kid around here. Then, they would be banished into a group.
If they looked rich, they would probably end up hanging around the varsity hockey team, especially if it were a girl. I remembered when I was on the team; many of the guys were constantly talking about hooking up with the 'Paris Hiltons' of the school. The girls didn't actually do anything to be part of the group, they just sort of there. They were famous, by association I guess.
If they looked poor-ish or middle class, they would be with the junior hockey team. The Varsity team would do anything to avoid them. They were like the plague. Like if they hung around them, they're stocks would go down or something.
But this girl, Josleen, I guess, didn't belong in either. I saw her father, he was definitely rich. I could tell by the way he spoke, carried himself. Everything about him reminded me of my dad.
I looked over at Mr. Winder. He looked terrified. I'm guessing he was expecting another person like us, but this just surprised him. "I'm guessing Josleen?"
The girl's eyes shifted towards him. "It's Joslyn. But don't call me that. It's Josie."
Mr. Winder smiled. "Ok, Josie. How about you take an open seat, which looks like beside Mr. Banks." He replied looking down at his seating plan, which amazingly, he didn't misplace.
Her eyes scanned the room and landed on me; and she scoffed. Obviously not a good sign. She walked quickly and dropped her black one shoulder bag on the floor and took the seat beside me.
"Hey I'm Adam." I said smiling. I knew what it was like being the new kid. It was awkward, especially when some people had something against you. Everyone needed a friend.
She rolled her eyes. "Look, you're a jock. I can tell. Now how about you leave me alone before you lose brownie points with your little friends."
I smirked. "My friends aren't in this class, besides I don't think they would care all that much, especially if it's a new player on our team."
She jerked her head suddenly. "Excuse me? New player." She spat.
"I heard your dad say something about you getting back on the ice, I'm part of the junior hockey team. I know this is a raised class for you like me."
She laughed at me shaking her raven hair out of her eyes. "Adam was it? If you're stalking me, you're doing a pretty crappy job. I'm not a hockey player; I used to figure skate, pairs."
I blushed. Good thing I didn't tell the guys we would be getting a new teammate. "Oh."
"You're wondering why I said used to; right?" She sighed. It was like I was forcing it out of her. "My partner died, he was also my best friend."
I gaped at her. That was slightly unexpected. I was expecting, Oh you know, injury, or I didn't like it anymore, or something like that. "How?"
She shrugged. "Car accident on the way to our competition."
I was about to ask her more when Mr. Winder finally got organized enough to actually begin the class. During the entire class I could help but thinking what a jackass her father was. Like sure I didn't know him personally but that would be really hard losing a friend like that. I knew I wouldn't want to play hockey if someone on our team died on the way to a game.
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"Earth to Adam!!"
I jumped and looked over to my left where Fulton and the rest of the team sat laughing at me. I couldn't quite get over everything Joslyn told me. "Yeah?" I said staring at the giddy bunch.
Fulton smirked. "Connie asked you how your first period went."
I bit the inside of my mouth. "Ok. Hard."
"Wow, I think that's the most I have ever heard him actually say." Charlie laughed. Ok, the guys always said I was the strong silent type. Hell the first time I met Charlie's mom, she thought I was a deaf mute, which embarrassed me to all hell.
Fulton's smile dropped off his face. "What's going on at the Varsity table?"
I looked over and saw her again. Joslyn. Some new varsity player was pressed up against her and she was flipping out. This morning I saw her pissed off. Now she was livid.
"Get the hell away from me!" She replied through gritted teeth, only getting a smirk in reply she pursed her lips and raised her knee with as much force as she could muster, slamming it against. . . well a part that should never be slammed that hard.
She pushed past him and slammed into me. She was slightly shorter than me and yet she could intimidate me. Her eyes narrowed. "Not a word Banks."
She ran out of the cafeteria past the junior table that looked utterly confused. I did the only thing I could, I ran after her. Like I said before, everyone needs a friend.
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A/N: I have no clue how good this is. Please tell me if I should continue! As I said before, this is my first attempt at a MD fiction so it probably sucks to all hell. So please, save me from my own embarrassment and help me out!
REVIEW!!!!
~Toodles!