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PERFECT
They lost a game. badly. Stanton, another school like Eden Hall, slaughtered the ducks on the ice. Adam Banks couldn't help but think about what his dad was gonna call and tell him. He walked in his room and was greeted by the impatient ring of the phone on his night table. He dropped his bag on the floor and flopped down on the bed before answering the phone. He knew it was his dad. He knew it was going to be the same tired speech he got when the team lost. It's not like it was his fault, to bad his dad never saw it like that.
"Hello," He said, in a drained tone.
"Don't act like your tired. You shouldn't be tired, you barley did anything that's why your team lost." Mr. Banks snapped.
"I tried my best--" Adam started, what he really wanted to say was 'shut up you old man. I would like to see out on the ice playing.' Adam inwardly smirked. The comment reminded him of something Portman would say.
"Well, you know what Adam, you best isn't good enough." Mr. Banks cut him off.
"We win and lose. Sometimes, like today, we lose by a lot, and sometimes we win by a lot dad." Adam tried to explain.
"Well, sometimes isn't good enough Adam. You're a Banks and Banks boys always win first place." Mr. Banks told Adam. What Adam knew he really meant was, 'You have to be perfect like your brothers to even earn the title of son.' Adam let his dad finish his ranting and finally say good- bye. He knew his roommate, Guy, would be in the room soon so he went to the bathroom and washed his face. He smiled at himself.
"Don't let you guard down, don't forget to smile for the ducks so they don't suspect a thing. And to stop the constant speeches don't forget to win first place." I whispered to himself.
Sometimes is never quite enough If you're flawless, then you'll win my love Don't forget to win first place Don't forget to keep that smile on your face
It was Friday, and Adam was going home for the weekend, like he did at least once a month.
"See ya," He called to the ducks that passed. Russ stopped and turned to Adam.
"Yea, don't forget to be a good little boy for mommy and daddy." Russ teased. Adam plastered on a smile. Then he saw Mr. Cooper. He was passing Mr. Coopers with a B but lately he was slacking off and goofing around. He hoped to pass by Mr. Cooper with out being noticed unfortunately he wasn't that lucky.
"Mr. Banks," He said sternly. Adam turned and smiled uneasily. "Next week I expect you to try harder in maintaining a professional state in my class." Adam nodded.
"Yes sir," He mumbled and walked towards the bus stop. Instead of the bus picking him up his older brother's red sports car pulled up.
"Yo Adam hop in." His brother, Nicholas called to him. Adam did as he was told.
"Hey bro, what's up?" He asked. Nicholas let out a sigh.
"Dad is still angry you didn't win your last game, as much as you hate it you've gotta push your self to Measure up to his standards." He said. The rest of the car ride was silent. He opened the door and heard his mom and dad talking.
"You should be proud of Adam." His mom said to his dad. He cleared his throat and his parents looked over at him.
"It's not my fault, Ann." Mr. Banks told his wife. Then he turned to Adam, " You have to make me prouder." Adam rushed up to his room and automatically locked the door. He didn't know why. It just helped him think with out much intrusion.
Be a good boy Try a little harder You've got to measure up And make me prouder
Adam heard someone knocking on the door. It was his other older brother, Anthony. Adam and Anthony never really got along.
"What do you want?" He asked.
"Dad came home and told us how you messed up the game." He said in his casual unfriendly voice. Adam just glared at his older brother.
"I'm not the only one on the team." Adam mumbled angrily.
"Yeah," He said sounding annoyed. "When is your next game?" Adam looked at him quizzically.
"Sorry, what I meant to say was how long until you screw up again?" Anthony asked critically. Adam through the door shut in his brother's face.
"Adam, Hurry and get ready were going to dinner with Mr. And Mrs. Key. They have a daughter, Glisten Key." Mr. Banks called to Adam. He was getting dressed, combed his hair, and putting on his shoes and every five minutes his dad would call to him. 'Hurry up.' Or something like it. When he was finally ready to go his dad was standing in the living room with the rest of the family.
"How many times do I have to tell you to hurry up!" Mr. Banks told him. Adam shrugged. They all piled up into the family car. The drove for a little while until they pulled up in front of Castle In The Sky, a huge conglomeration of fancy restaurants. There stood a short portly man and his tall wiry wife. Next to them was a girl about Adam's age and A boy about Anthony's age; The girl had long honey colored curls cascading off her shoulders and luminous cerulean eyes flawlessly accented by makeup. The boy had a halo of beige curls and chocolate colored eyes. The entire Banks clan walked up to the four people.
"Hello William," Mr. Banks began. " This is my wife Ann, My oldest son Nicholas, My middle son Anthony and My youngest son Adam." He introduced.
"Hello Sir." The three boys said in unison.
"Why Phillip, you have an amazing bunch of lads. This is my wife Ruth, My Son Keith and My daughter Glisten."
"Hello Sir, how are you today?" Keith asked in a tone Adam recognized has one he used when meeting his dad's 'people'. It was a mix of boredom and immediate dislike.
"Hello," The daughter said in a high pitched cheerful voice. They all sat at a table and Adam was sitting in between Anthony and Nicholas a crossed from Glisten and Keith.
"So," Glisten started, "Are you, like, into stuff?"
"Um. Yea, hockey." Adam said. Keith looked interested, Glisten looked at him blankly. He heard Keith whisper 'it's a sport.'
"Oh," she purred happily in realization, "Isn't it the on where you like, through the ball and like someone else like runs and kicks it and you like score a like Home run?" It was Adams turn to stare blankly not only did she not even know what hockey was, she mixed things from football, soccer and Base ball.
"This girl is stupid," Adam mumbled to himself. Unfortunately the ditzy blonde heard this and started crying.
"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Adam called my dumb." She whined. The Key family left comforting the crying beauty. Mr. Banks just stared his eyes bulging. Quickly her turned on his heel and followed the Key's.
Later when the Bank's family was home they all fled to their respective places, except for Adam and his dad.
"How could you embarrass poor Glisten like that the girl was really in love Adam." Mr. Banks said.
"In love? She was just superficial all she cared about was how rich I was and what I looked like. The girl didn't know what hockey was." Adam yelled. Mr. Banks glared angrily.
"You know Adam, I've do allot for you. I got you on the varsity hockey team, and you quit and I excepted that." He said but Adam cut him off.
"After having a huge fit!" Adam said forcefully. This shocked them both into an angry silence. Both of them shaking with anger.
"I still did tons for you I raised you and all. The very least you could do is shut up once in a while." Mr. Banks told his son. Adam ran up the stairs to his room. He picked up his book bag and stuck something's in it. He was going back to school... tonight!
How long before you screw it up How many times do I have to tell you to hurry up With everything I do for you The least you can do is keep quiet
Adam waited till it was late and his parents where sleeping. Adam rushed into the hall, his book bag securely on his shoulder. He ran right into his two brothers.
"Hey Ads, where you going?" Anthony asked.
"Back to school." Adam replied shortly.
"This late? Adam how you going to get there? The buses stopped coming around here an hour ago." Nicholas told him.
"I'll walk if I have to." He said confidently. Anthony laughed.
"I'll drive you come on." Nick said. Adam followed his oldest brother.
"Hey Ads, don't forget to be a good GIRL at school." Anthony said bitterly. A week after Nick Dropped Adam off at school, they had a game. They did better than the week before but they still lost, but only by just 1 goal. When they were all in the locker room the coach gave them a little speech. "Ducks, you did ok out there. You're getting better. You just need to try a little harder Push a little farther. Tonight you just didn't go fast enough." Coach Orion told them. The ducks gave a weak cheer before clearing out. Adam was the first one up to his room. When he got there His dad was standing out side. "What did you think you were doing out there tonight?" Mr. Banks asked. Adam didn't reply so he just continued. "That wasn't good enough. You need to win! You need to make us proud!" Mr. Banks yelled. Frightened that one of the ducks could here. Adam unlocked his door and ushered his dad into the room.
Be a good girl You've gotta try a little harder That simply wasn't good enough To make us proud
Adam sat on his bed and watched his dad pace the room.
"Adam," He started. "I was a hockey player when I was younger, I messed up. I lost a lot of games and therefore was never wanted for a big team. That's why I want you to be a hockey star. If you're the best then the whole family is the best, compared to most." Mr. Banks said. Adam knew he was just trying to make it sound better then it was. What his dad really meant was I'm gonna live through you. I'll make you what I wasn't. If you're the best then so am I compared to every one else.
"Sure." Adam replied.
"What? I'm doing this for your own good. Damn it! You're gonna be better then what I ever was!" He said Stomping out of the room. This time it was pretty straight forward. Adam hugged his knee's to his chest and started to cry. He was unaware that Guy, Charlie, Fulton and Connie entered the room.
"Adam? Adam, what's wrong?" Connie asked gently.
"Yea, man what's the problem?" Guy echoed.
"Why are you crying?" Charlie asked. Adam didn't answer he just closed his eyes.
I'll live through you I'll make you what I never was If you're the best, then maybe so am I Compared to him compared to her I'm doing this for your own damn good You'll make up for what I blew What's the problem... why are you crying
The voices echoed through Adams head.
"Be a good little boy" Russ's tease rang through his head.
"Push a little farther. Tonight you just didn't go fast enough." Coach's speech repeated. Adam opened his eyes and saw every one staring at him with concern.
"Adam?" Charlie tried again. Fulton spoke up awkwardly.
"Adam we heard we your dad said." He told him. Adam looked at him with disbelief.
"Yea, and we love you just the way you are." Connie said.
"Yea, cuz your our cake eater." Guy said. Adam smiled. For once he knew people loved him with out meaning only if your perfect.
Be a good boy Push a little farther now That wasn't fast enough To make us happy We love you just the way you are If you're perfect
PERFECT
They lost a game. badly. Stanton, another school like Eden Hall, slaughtered the ducks on the ice. Adam Banks couldn't help but think about what his dad was gonna call and tell him. He walked in his room and was greeted by the impatient ring of the phone on his night table. He dropped his bag on the floor and flopped down on the bed before answering the phone. He knew it was his dad. He knew it was going to be the same tired speech he got when the team lost. It's not like it was his fault, to bad his dad never saw it like that.
"Hello," He said, in a drained tone.
"Don't act like your tired. You shouldn't be tired, you barley did anything that's why your team lost." Mr. Banks snapped.
"I tried my best--" Adam started, what he really wanted to say was 'shut up you old man. I would like to see out on the ice playing.' Adam inwardly smirked. The comment reminded him of something Portman would say.
"Well, you know what Adam, you best isn't good enough." Mr. Banks cut him off.
"We win and lose. Sometimes, like today, we lose by a lot, and sometimes we win by a lot dad." Adam tried to explain.
"Well, sometimes isn't good enough Adam. You're a Banks and Banks boys always win first place." Mr. Banks told Adam. What Adam knew he really meant was, 'You have to be perfect like your brothers to even earn the title of son.' Adam let his dad finish his ranting and finally say good- bye. He knew his roommate, Guy, would be in the room soon so he went to the bathroom and washed his face. He smiled at himself.
"Don't let you guard down, don't forget to smile for the ducks so they don't suspect a thing. And to stop the constant speeches don't forget to win first place." I whispered to himself.
Sometimes is never quite enough If you're flawless, then you'll win my love Don't forget to win first place Don't forget to keep that smile on your face
It was Friday, and Adam was going home for the weekend, like he did at least once a month.
"See ya," He called to the ducks that passed. Russ stopped and turned to Adam.
"Yea, don't forget to be a good little boy for mommy and daddy." Russ teased. Adam plastered on a smile. Then he saw Mr. Cooper. He was passing Mr. Coopers with a B but lately he was slacking off and goofing around. He hoped to pass by Mr. Cooper with out being noticed unfortunately he wasn't that lucky.
"Mr. Banks," He said sternly. Adam turned and smiled uneasily. "Next week I expect you to try harder in maintaining a professional state in my class." Adam nodded.
"Yes sir," He mumbled and walked towards the bus stop. Instead of the bus picking him up his older brother's red sports car pulled up.
"Yo Adam hop in." His brother, Nicholas called to him. Adam did as he was told.
"Hey bro, what's up?" He asked. Nicholas let out a sigh.
"Dad is still angry you didn't win your last game, as much as you hate it you've gotta push your self to Measure up to his standards." He said. The rest of the car ride was silent. He opened the door and heard his mom and dad talking.
"You should be proud of Adam." His mom said to his dad. He cleared his throat and his parents looked over at him.
"It's not my fault, Ann." Mr. Banks told his wife. Then he turned to Adam, " You have to make me prouder." Adam rushed up to his room and automatically locked the door. He didn't know why. It just helped him think with out much intrusion.
Be a good boy Try a little harder You've got to measure up And make me prouder
Adam heard someone knocking on the door. It was his other older brother, Anthony. Adam and Anthony never really got along.
"What do you want?" He asked.
"Dad came home and told us how you messed up the game." He said in his casual unfriendly voice. Adam just glared at his older brother.
"I'm not the only one on the team." Adam mumbled angrily.
"Yeah," He said sounding annoyed. "When is your next game?" Adam looked at him quizzically.
"Sorry, what I meant to say was how long until you screw up again?" Anthony asked critically. Adam through the door shut in his brother's face.
"Adam, Hurry and get ready were going to dinner with Mr. And Mrs. Key. They have a daughter, Glisten Key." Mr. Banks called to Adam. He was getting dressed, combed his hair, and putting on his shoes and every five minutes his dad would call to him. 'Hurry up.' Or something like it. When he was finally ready to go his dad was standing in the living room with the rest of the family.
"How many times do I have to tell you to hurry up!" Mr. Banks told him. Adam shrugged. They all piled up into the family car. The drove for a little while until they pulled up in front of Castle In The Sky, a huge conglomeration of fancy restaurants. There stood a short portly man and his tall wiry wife. Next to them was a girl about Adam's age and A boy about Anthony's age; The girl had long honey colored curls cascading off her shoulders and luminous cerulean eyes flawlessly accented by makeup. The boy had a halo of beige curls and chocolate colored eyes. The entire Banks clan walked up to the four people.
"Hello William," Mr. Banks began. " This is my wife Ann, My oldest son Nicholas, My middle son Anthony and My youngest son Adam." He introduced.
"Hello Sir." The three boys said in unison.
"Why Phillip, you have an amazing bunch of lads. This is my wife Ruth, My Son Keith and My daughter Glisten."
"Hello Sir, how are you today?" Keith asked in a tone Adam recognized has one he used when meeting his dad's 'people'. It was a mix of boredom and immediate dislike.
"Hello," The daughter said in a high pitched cheerful voice. They all sat at a table and Adam was sitting in between Anthony and Nicholas a crossed from Glisten and Keith.
"So," Glisten started, "Are you, like, into stuff?"
"Um. Yea, hockey." Adam said. Keith looked interested, Glisten looked at him blankly. He heard Keith whisper 'it's a sport.'
"Oh," she purred happily in realization, "Isn't it the on where you like, through the ball and like someone else like runs and kicks it and you like score a like Home run?" It was Adams turn to stare blankly not only did she not even know what hockey was, she mixed things from football, soccer and Base ball.
"This girl is stupid," Adam mumbled to himself. Unfortunately the ditzy blonde heard this and started crying.
"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Adam called my dumb." She whined. The Key family left comforting the crying beauty. Mr. Banks just stared his eyes bulging. Quickly her turned on his heel and followed the Key's.
Later when the Bank's family was home they all fled to their respective places, except for Adam and his dad.
"How could you embarrass poor Glisten like that the girl was really in love Adam." Mr. Banks said.
"In love? She was just superficial all she cared about was how rich I was and what I looked like. The girl didn't know what hockey was." Adam yelled. Mr. Banks glared angrily.
"You know Adam, I've do allot for you. I got you on the varsity hockey team, and you quit and I excepted that." He said but Adam cut him off.
"After having a huge fit!" Adam said forcefully. This shocked them both into an angry silence. Both of them shaking with anger.
"I still did tons for you I raised you and all. The very least you could do is shut up once in a while." Mr. Banks told his son. Adam ran up the stairs to his room. He picked up his book bag and stuck something's in it. He was going back to school... tonight!
How long before you screw it up How many times do I have to tell you to hurry up With everything I do for you The least you can do is keep quiet
Adam waited till it was late and his parents where sleeping. Adam rushed into the hall, his book bag securely on his shoulder. He ran right into his two brothers.
"Hey Ads, where you going?" Anthony asked.
"Back to school." Adam replied shortly.
"This late? Adam how you going to get there? The buses stopped coming around here an hour ago." Nicholas told him.
"I'll walk if I have to." He said confidently. Anthony laughed.
"I'll drive you come on." Nick said. Adam followed his oldest brother.
"Hey Ads, don't forget to be a good GIRL at school." Anthony said bitterly. A week after Nick Dropped Adam off at school, they had a game. They did better than the week before but they still lost, but only by just 1 goal. When they were all in the locker room the coach gave them a little speech. "Ducks, you did ok out there. You're getting better. You just need to try a little harder Push a little farther. Tonight you just didn't go fast enough." Coach Orion told them. The ducks gave a weak cheer before clearing out. Adam was the first one up to his room. When he got there His dad was standing out side. "What did you think you were doing out there tonight?" Mr. Banks asked. Adam didn't reply so he just continued. "That wasn't good enough. You need to win! You need to make us proud!" Mr. Banks yelled. Frightened that one of the ducks could here. Adam unlocked his door and ushered his dad into the room.
Be a good girl You've gotta try a little harder That simply wasn't good enough To make us proud
Adam sat on his bed and watched his dad pace the room.
"Adam," He started. "I was a hockey player when I was younger, I messed up. I lost a lot of games and therefore was never wanted for a big team. That's why I want you to be a hockey star. If you're the best then the whole family is the best, compared to most." Mr. Banks said. Adam knew he was just trying to make it sound better then it was. What his dad really meant was I'm gonna live through you. I'll make you what I wasn't. If you're the best then so am I compared to every one else.
"Sure." Adam replied.
"What? I'm doing this for your own good. Damn it! You're gonna be better then what I ever was!" He said Stomping out of the room. This time it was pretty straight forward. Adam hugged his knee's to his chest and started to cry. He was unaware that Guy, Charlie, Fulton and Connie entered the room.
"Adam? Adam, what's wrong?" Connie asked gently.
"Yea, man what's the problem?" Guy echoed.
"Why are you crying?" Charlie asked. Adam didn't answer he just closed his eyes.
I'll live through you I'll make you what I never was If you're the best, then maybe so am I Compared to him compared to her I'm doing this for your own damn good You'll make up for what I blew What's the problem... why are you crying
The voices echoed through Adams head.
"Be a good little boy" Russ's tease rang through his head.
"Push a little farther. Tonight you just didn't go fast enough." Coach's speech repeated. Adam opened his eyes and saw every one staring at him with concern.
"Adam?" Charlie tried again. Fulton spoke up awkwardly.
"Adam we heard we your dad said." He told him. Adam looked at him with disbelief.
"Yea, and we love you just the way you are." Connie said.
"Yea, cuz your our cake eater." Guy said. Adam smiled. For once he knew people loved him with out meaning only if your perfect.
Be a good boy Push a little farther now That wasn't fast enough To make us happy We love you just the way you are If you're perfect