Adam, Larson and McGill glided down the Minnesota sidewalk babbling about their game
against the Hornets the nigh before. They'd won of course, they always did, but none of
their wins had been by as much as the one a week before against District Five. The entire
team was still laughing about it.
"You did good yesterday Adam, I guess Bombay's luck isn't contagious." Larson
laughed.
"We've got a championship to win before we can be sure." McGill added.
Adam smiled at the complimented and nodded in agreement about of the championship.
That would be the thing that got his father to relax on him, if he just brought home a
championship trophy then Philip could stop pushing him so hard. And stop trying to make
him Nick. He loved his brother, he just didn't want to be his brother.
As the 'Stooges', which Reilly had taken to calling them, skated down the road a car with
a Blake high parking pass in the back window, pulled up along side of them and the tinted
driver's side window rolled down. Adam recognized it instantly but he was content not to
saying anything at first. Enjoying the frightened expressions on his friends faces.
"Hey little boy, want a ride, I've got some candy for you?" A friendly voice asked from
the drivers seat.
Larson and McGill looked like deer caught in headlights and Adam laughed, pushing
forward and blading over to the car.
"I thought you had a college workshop thing today at school?"
"I do." The person replied. "But thanks to an hour long lecture from mom and dad about
which college I should go too, I missed it. I've got twenty minutes before the next one
starts. You need a ride somewhere little brother?"
"Nah, we're just going to the movies."
Suddenly Steven and John regained there voices, the person in the car was their idol, there
was no chance they were going to let the chance to hang with him go to waste.
"But it's really cold out Adam." John Larson spoke up.
Steve McGill added.
"Yeah, I think we should take the ride instead staying out here and getting sick."
The boys all piled into Nicholas's car and the older Banks let go of the brake, easing back
into traffic. He let the new Hawks out in front of the cinema and told Adam in no
uncertain terms was he to leave that neighborhood. Always responsible Nick wanted to
make sure his kid brother could be found in case of an emergency. And made it very clear
he'd be back to pick them up as soon as he could. Then he tossed Adam an extra ten
dollar bill and left then waiting outside of the theater for it to open.
"You're brother goes to Blake?" Larson suddenly queried as they sat on a bench out side
of the movies.
"That's one of the best hockey schools in the state." His other bubby declared.
Adam nodded.
"Yeah, but it's not the best, Eden Hall's the best. Mark my words I'm gonna go there one
day."
After fifteen minutes of waiting for Nick come back and aggravated at how crappie their
movie had turned out to be the boys were beginning to go restless, that was until they
spotted a few of the District Five kids in an alley across the street. Still wearing their roller
blades from earlier they set off.
After stating that one of the other boy's mother was busy boinking the mailman Adam
realized they'd probably bitten of more then he and his friends could chew, they were
greatly out numbered. But trying to not show fear like his father always taught him, the
three flipped David Karp into a pile of garbage and proceeded to pick a fight with the
whole team.
The next thing the unsuspecting adolescent knew he being hauled by his shoulders into
that very same trash. With lightening speed he and McGill and Larson zoomed out of the
alley and back across the street to the movie theater parking lot. That's where they
bumped into Mike Brown, another boy from the team.
"I've been looking all over you for guys, I called all your houses but I was told you guys
were all out. You gotta come over, I just got the coolest video game." Brown's face was
lit like a Christmas tree.
"I can't, I have to wait for my brother." Banks told them, thinking somebody would surely
stay with him. He was wrong, the next thing he knew he was alone in the parking lot.
His friends deserted him, his prized Hawk's jacket had a rip in from something in one of
the trash bags he'd landed on and he smelled pretty disgusting. It was at time like that ,
that he felt the most depressed, when no one was around to see him was usually when he
did most of his crying, that day wasn't any different. Staring out into the parking lot, with
nothing to really focus on the cars in front of him began to blur from tears.
"Oh poor little rich boy, what's the matter your pretty jacket ruined now. It's not like you
can't just go get a new one." A familiar and rude voice shattered his self pitting thought.
"It has nothing to do with the jacket Hall, lust go away." He snapped at the cocky black
kid from an opposing team.
"Jesse, my name is Jesse, got that cake-eater. So what's you problem then if it ain't that
coat? You're embarrassed cuz Fulton beat your ass, huh?"
"No, I could give a crap about that."
"Well then tell what's goin' on preppy."
"You wouldn't understand, just go away."
"See, I knew you Edina fools were all the same." Jesse hopped up from the bench. "But
here I was tryin' to give you the benefit of the doubt. You ain't nothing but some in bred
white candy ass. I'm out."
With that Adam was left alone again. This time he didn't mind it, if he never ran into
someone from that team again it would to soon. Little did he know the next time he did, it
would be in the form of coach Bombay and it would be on his last day as a Hawk.
against the Hornets the nigh before. They'd won of course, they always did, but none of
their wins had been by as much as the one a week before against District Five. The entire
team was still laughing about it.
"You did good yesterday Adam, I guess Bombay's luck isn't contagious." Larson
laughed.
"We've got a championship to win before we can be sure." McGill added.
Adam smiled at the complimented and nodded in agreement about of the championship.
That would be the thing that got his father to relax on him, if he just brought home a
championship trophy then Philip could stop pushing him so hard. And stop trying to make
him Nick. He loved his brother, he just didn't want to be his brother.
As the 'Stooges', which Reilly had taken to calling them, skated down the road a car with
a Blake high parking pass in the back window, pulled up along side of them and the tinted
driver's side window rolled down. Adam recognized it instantly but he was content not to
saying anything at first. Enjoying the frightened expressions on his friends faces.
"Hey little boy, want a ride, I've got some candy for you?" A friendly voice asked from
the drivers seat.
Larson and McGill looked like deer caught in headlights and Adam laughed, pushing
forward and blading over to the car.
"I thought you had a college workshop thing today at school?"
"I do." The person replied. "But thanks to an hour long lecture from mom and dad about
which college I should go too, I missed it. I've got twenty minutes before the next one
starts. You need a ride somewhere little brother?"
"Nah, we're just going to the movies."
Suddenly Steven and John regained there voices, the person in the car was their idol, there
was no chance they were going to let the chance to hang with him go to waste.
"But it's really cold out Adam." John Larson spoke up.
Steve McGill added.
"Yeah, I think we should take the ride instead staying out here and getting sick."
The boys all piled into Nicholas's car and the older Banks let go of the brake, easing back
into traffic. He let the new Hawks out in front of the cinema and told Adam in no
uncertain terms was he to leave that neighborhood. Always responsible Nick wanted to
make sure his kid brother could be found in case of an emergency. And made it very clear
he'd be back to pick them up as soon as he could. Then he tossed Adam an extra ten
dollar bill and left then waiting outside of the theater for it to open.
"You're brother goes to Blake?" Larson suddenly queried as they sat on a bench out side
of the movies.
"That's one of the best hockey schools in the state." His other bubby declared.
Adam nodded.
"Yeah, but it's not the best, Eden Hall's the best. Mark my words I'm gonna go there one
day."
After fifteen minutes of waiting for Nick come back and aggravated at how crappie their
movie had turned out to be the boys were beginning to go restless, that was until they
spotted a few of the District Five kids in an alley across the street. Still wearing their roller
blades from earlier they set off.
After stating that one of the other boy's mother was busy boinking the mailman Adam
realized they'd probably bitten of more then he and his friends could chew, they were
greatly out numbered. But trying to not show fear like his father always taught him, the
three flipped David Karp into a pile of garbage and proceeded to pick a fight with the
whole team.
The next thing the unsuspecting adolescent knew he being hauled by his shoulders into
that very same trash. With lightening speed he and McGill and Larson zoomed out of the
alley and back across the street to the movie theater parking lot. That's where they
bumped into Mike Brown, another boy from the team.
"I've been looking all over you for guys, I called all your houses but I was told you guys
were all out. You gotta come over, I just got the coolest video game." Brown's face was
lit like a Christmas tree.
"I can't, I have to wait for my brother." Banks told them, thinking somebody would surely
stay with him. He was wrong, the next thing he knew he was alone in the parking lot.
His friends deserted him, his prized Hawk's jacket had a rip in from something in one of
the trash bags he'd landed on and he smelled pretty disgusting. It was at time like that ,
that he felt the most depressed, when no one was around to see him was usually when he
did most of his crying, that day wasn't any different. Staring out into the parking lot, with
nothing to really focus on the cars in front of him began to blur from tears.
"Oh poor little rich boy, what's the matter your pretty jacket ruined now. It's not like you
can't just go get a new one." A familiar and rude voice shattered his self pitting thought.
"It has nothing to do with the jacket Hall, lust go away." He snapped at the cocky black
kid from an opposing team.
"Jesse, my name is Jesse, got that cake-eater. So what's you problem then if it ain't that
coat? You're embarrassed cuz Fulton beat your ass, huh?"
"No, I could give a crap about that."
"Well then tell what's goin' on preppy."
"You wouldn't understand, just go away."
"See, I knew you Edina fools were all the same." Jesse hopped up from the bench. "But
here I was tryin' to give you the benefit of the doubt. You ain't nothing but some in bred
white candy ass. I'm out."
With that Adam was left alone again. This time he didn't mind it, if he never ran into
someone from that team again it would to soon. Little did he know the next time he did, it
would be in the form of coach Bombay and it would be on his last day as a Hawk.