DISCLAIMER: I don't own any part of the Mighty Ducks, unfortunately. Oh
well.
Glad to see you guys are liking the story! I've just started my GCSEs (WAHH!) so you might not see an update for a while. This chapter is a little short/dull but I've got a lot of (hopefully) interesting plot turns coming! Your reviews are great, don't stop posting them! Thanks a lot!
Chapter III
Charlie Conway huffed as he made his way through his Maths homework. He had enough problems as it is, and on top of that he's got two solid hours of homework a night. He checked the large clock above his desk, which read five past seven. The days are sure getting shorter, he though – it was already dark outside.
Suddenly his mobile phone rang which alerted him out of his dreary schoolwork state. He cleared his throat and grabbed the phone, checking to see who it was. Startled, he pressed the 'pickup' key and promptly exclaimed "Banks?"
The voice at the other end was a little slow to reply, but eventually did so.
"Charlie. Listen I'm sorry about practice today, something came up. Was Orion pissed off?"
Charlie knew Adam as the type to worry himself up about missing hockey practice as he took his game so seriously. "Orion wasn't even there." He responded. "I spoke to Buckley, he doesn't know where he is either. What was the problem?"
"My mum called me out, family issue. Don't worry yourself over it."
"If something's wrong you know you can talk to –"
"It's nothing, okay? Can we just leave it at that?" Banks interrupted, sounding a little frustrated.
"Okay, relax man, if you don't wanna go into it, I understand." Charlie sounded very supportive, typical of someone of his captain status.
"What about Orion? Where could he be then?" Adam changed the subject.
"You got me." Charlie replied, shrugging. "All I know is if we don't get ourselves sorted out soon we could be in for more disappointments than we bargained for."
"What are you gonna do?"
"Well I'll give it another day or two. We could be worrying over nothing here. If he isn't back by Friday I guess we'll have to have someone else as a stand-in for a while, until they can track him down."
"That sucks." Adam said dismally.
"Damn right it does." Charlie sighed. "Every time we get a new coach everyone just ends up annoyed with the guy."
"You mean YOU end up annoyed!" Adam remarked with a sneer.
"Oh shut up Banks!" Charlie quickly responded, but could not come back with anything, so conceded the argument.
"Ha ha." Adam laughed momentarily at Charlie's silence. "If you've got nothing to say then don't bring it up in the first place!"
Charlie smiled. "Whatever, Banksie."
"I gotta go, see you at school."
"Later." Banks hung up leaving Charlie wondering whether or not he caught that last word.
Ah, he's a good guy, Charlie thought to himself. He took a look at his mini desk calendar, and especially towards next Thursday, the first game of the season. Their opponents were the Ice Bats. Stupid name for a team, thought Charlie as he grinned. But the Ducks out-quacked them 5-1 last season so it should be a confident win, regardless of this shaky school start.
Charlie's eyes drifted to a photo frame next to the calendar in which was a photo of him and his old coach Bombay together after their victory over The Hawks back in Pee Wee. He looked admiringly at the photo for a while remembering the good times, and then recalled how he had lost contact with his coach a few weeks before the leopards game last season. He was unhappy with this, as he really did miss his coach a lot, much more than any of the other guys, he thought anyway. He decided to give him a call at the weekend when he wasn't so wrapped up in schoolwork, so they could have a long chat and bring each other 'up to date' on what was going on. Charlie hoped Bombay had already heard about the Leopards game, otherwise he'd have to tell him, and when they last spoke Charlie was confident, over confident, that The Ducks would win, so to explain how they had stupidly lost wouldn't be an easy task.
He sat in thought for a few moments more then continued with his homework.
Glad to see you guys are liking the story! I've just started my GCSEs (WAHH!) so you might not see an update for a while. This chapter is a little short/dull but I've got a lot of (hopefully) interesting plot turns coming! Your reviews are great, don't stop posting them! Thanks a lot!
Chapter III
Charlie Conway huffed as he made his way through his Maths homework. He had enough problems as it is, and on top of that he's got two solid hours of homework a night. He checked the large clock above his desk, which read five past seven. The days are sure getting shorter, he though – it was already dark outside.
Suddenly his mobile phone rang which alerted him out of his dreary schoolwork state. He cleared his throat and grabbed the phone, checking to see who it was. Startled, he pressed the 'pickup' key and promptly exclaimed "Banks?"
The voice at the other end was a little slow to reply, but eventually did so.
"Charlie. Listen I'm sorry about practice today, something came up. Was Orion pissed off?"
Charlie knew Adam as the type to worry himself up about missing hockey practice as he took his game so seriously. "Orion wasn't even there." He responded. "I spoke to Buckley, he doesn't know where he is either. What was the problem?"
"My mum called me out, family issue. Don't worry yourself over it."
"If something's wrong you know you can talk to –"
"It's nothing, okay? Can we just leave it at that?" Banks interrupted, sounding a little frustrated.
"Okay, relax man, if you don't wanna go into it, I understand." Charlie sounded very supportive, typical of someone of his captain status.
"What about Orion? Where could he be then?" Adam changed the subject.
"You got me." Charlie replied, shrugging. "All I know is if we don't get ourselves sorted out soon we could be in for more disappointments than we bargained for."
"What are you gonna do?"
"Well I'll give it another day or two. We could be worrying over nothing here. If he isn't back by Friday I guess we'll have to have someone else as a stand-in for a while, until they can track him down."
"That sucks." Adam said dismally.
"Damn right it does." Charlie sighed. "Every time we get a new coach everyone just ends up annoyed with the guy."
"You mean YOU end up annoyed!" Adam remarked with a sneer.
"Oh shut up Banks!" Charlie quickly responded, but could not come back with anything, so conceded the argument.
"Ha ha." Adam laughed momentarily at Charlie's silence. "If you've got nothing to say then don't bring it up in the first place!"
Charlie smiled. "Whatever, Banksie."
"I gotta go, see you at school."
"Later." Banks hung up leaving Charlie wondering whether or not he caught that last word.
Ah, he's a good guy, Charlie thought to himself. He took a look at his mini desk calendar, and especially towards next Thursday, the first game of the season. Their opponents were the Ice Bats. Stupid name for a team, thought Charlie as he grinned. But the Ducks out-quacked them 5-1 last season so it should be a confident win, regardless of this shaky school start.
Charlie's eyes drifted to a photo frame next to the calendar in which was a photo of him and his old coach Bombay together after their victory over The Hawks back in Pee Wee. He looked admiringly at the photo for a while remembering the good times, and then recalled how he had lost contact with his coach a few weeks before the leopards game last season. He was unhappy with this, as he really did miss his coach a lot, much more than any of the other guys, he thought anyway. He decided to give him a call at the weekend when he wasn't so wrapped up in schoolwork, so they could have a long chat and bring each other 'up to date' on what was going on. Charlie hoped Bombay had already heard about the Leopards game, otherwise he'd have to tell him, and when they last spoke Charlie was confident, over confident, that The Ducks would win, so to explain how they had stupidly lost wouldn't be an easy task.
He sat in thought for a few moments more then continued with his homework.