A/n.: Hey it's like 12:53 and I'm home alone and couldn't sleep so I
decided to post the next chapter even thought I just posted one early
tonight. So... yea.
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"We wanted to show you something ," Rose said, her blues gleaming. She elbowed Cassie, who bit her. "Get the bag," Rose growled.
Cassie pulled out a huge brown bag and reached inside to pull out a maroonish brown jersey and handed it to me. On the front it read Bangor and had a beaver. The back read #6 Gaffney.
"Something old!" Cassie exclaimed.
~Flashback~
"Man, I can't believe she made the freakin' team," a boy named, Greg, growled as I walked into the locker room before our first game.
"She can't be that bad," the center of our team, Joey, replied.
"Joey! She's a girl!" Joel, our enforcer, snarled.
"Whatever," Joey rolled his eyes and grabbed his skates. "She's a better player then both of you," he said under his voice. I pulled on my jersey as all the guys filed out of the locker room.
I walked to the door and Joey popped out of nowhere.
"Good luck," he said and pulled the door open for me. "Ladies first." He winked and we quickly huddled up around the coach.
"Joey, Julie, Joel, Greg..." coach dragged on in the huddle as he babbled on about who was starting the games and just playing our bests.. win or lose.
"Here goes nothing," I mumbled. I stepped onto the ice and the game began.
We went onto win one to zero. "Nice game, Jules!" Coach yelled over the ruckus of all the fans in the stands. It had been the first game the Bangor Beavers had won in over a year.
"Great job!" Joey laughed as he hit my back.
"Thanks a l--" I started, but trailed off as I was knocked over. I looked up and saw Joel standing over me.
"Beginners luck," he spat. Joey shook his head and helped me up. ~Flash back ends~
"Wow," I paused, holding it up. "Where the hell did you guys find this?"
"I found it in a box in the attic labeled: Julie's junk. I found that and about 1000 pictures," Jamie smiled. She reached across me and into the bag and pulled out a new bottle of strawberry wine.
"Something new," Connie poured herself and the rest of us some wine in the glasses that Mae had gotten out from a cabinet in the limo. Our glasses chimed together as we raised them above our heads.
~Flashback~
"Happy New Year!" Tommy and Jamie yelled, their wine glasses crashing into each other, another year rolled in. My guardians were singing loudly in the living room as Robbie, Joey and Matt followed me out to kitchen to get some chips and drinks.
"You're going to have to excuse them," I whispered. I threw Joey a coke and grabbed some sour cream and onion chips. The four of us had become best friends and they were spending the weekend at my house. We went back to my room and sat down to watch television.
"Seriously dude... they need to get some new shows on TV I've seen this episode of Streetsharks 5 times," Robbie whined.
"Well what are you doing watching Streetsharks?" Joey asked. He raised his eyebrows as Robbie turned red.
"I was.. erm.. watching with my brother," Robbie said quietly.
"5 times?" Matt chuckled.
"Yea right, besides you've only got 3 sisters," I pointed out. Robbie punched Joey.
"Could you possibly keep your mouth shut?" he inquired.
"Knock it off guys. You know his youngest sister, Amy's, favorite show is Streetsharks," Matt said seriously, before breaking into a fit of laughter.
Tom's singing and our laughter excised when the phone began to ring. "I've got it," I hollered and I jetted into Jamie's room. I grabbed for the receiver.
"Hello?"
"This is Officer Jones, is there a Mr. Thomas Reagan there?" a voice came threw the receiver.
"TOM PHONE!" I screamed. I put my hand over the receiver and listened to the conversation that was taking place between my brother and the officer.
"Hello, Mr Reagan. I know this is a bad time to call, but Mr. Gaffney and your guy's trial is being held in court next week. You're the defendant."
"Wait, shouldn't he be the defendant? He killed..." Tom trailed off.
"He claims self defense. Said you threatened to kill him. He was trying to shot you..."
"What and he missed? No he beating my mom then he shot her. That's when I told him I was gonna kill him."
"That's not what he said. He's been put on parole and has had very good behavior. He doesn't seem like the kind of person who would do that," Jones calmly stated.
"I cannot believe you. You where there. You saw the house and took his blood alcohol level test. You know exactly how drunk he was. Damn it, his fingerprints were on the fucking gun." Tommy's screaming echoed back the hallway to where my friends where standing. I held the phone closer to my ears. "You don't have any evidence against me. It all leads back to him."
"Sir are you drunk?"
"Hell no!" Tom's voice got louder and louder.
"Then lower your tone. Please," Mr. Jones said in a monotone manner.
"Look tell the bastard, I'll be down in a week."
My legs turned to jello. I collapsed to the floor. When I woke up the next morning, all my friends where sleeping in my room with me, but Tommy was gone.
He returned a week later with only bad news. My dad was being let off with misdemeanor charges and some fines and would be out of jail within a year.
Tommy hugged me. "I'm sorry I couldn't do more." ~Flashback ends~
A/N.: PLEASE REVIEW!! Hey Beaner I was just watching the Smallville episode with Sean Ashmore!! Sexy beast. Him and Tom Welling.. *sigh* that was quite an episode. It's 2:07 now I'm going go find some food and work on my music project. WAIT HAS ANYONE EVER HEARD OF STREETSHARKS?? Oh man that used to be my favorite show ever. ~joc~
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"We wanted to show you something ," Rose said, her blues gleaming. She elbowed Cassie, who bit her. "Get the bag," Rose growled.
Cassie pulled out a huge brown bag and reached inside to pull out a maroonish brown jersey and handed it to me. On the front it read Bangor and had a beaver. The back read #6 Gaffney.
"Something old!" Cassie exclaimed.
~Flashback~
"Man, I can't believe she made the freakin' team," a boy named, Greg, growled as I walked into the locker room before our first game.
"She can't be that bad," the center of our team, Joey, replied.
"Joey! She's a girl!" Joel, our enforcer, snarled.
"Whatever," Joey rolled his eyes and grabbed his skates. "She's a better player then both of you," he said under his voice. I pulled on my jersey as all the guys filed out of the locker room.
I walked to the door and Joey popped out of nowhere.
"Good luck," he said and pulled the door open for me. "Ladies first." He winked and we quickly huddled up around the coach.
"Joey, Julie, Joel, Greg..." coach dragged on in the huddle as he babbled on about who was starting the games and just playing our bests.. win or lose.
"Here goes nothing," I mumbled. I stepped onto the ice and the game began.
We went onto win one to zero. "Nice game, Jules!" Coach yelled over the ruckus of all the fans in the stands. It had been the first game the Bangor Beavers had won in over a year.
"Great job!" Joey laughed as he hit my back.
"Thanks a l--" I started, but trailed off as I was knocked over. I looked up and saw Joel standing over me.
"Beginners luck," he spat. Joey shook his head and helped me up. ~Flash back ends~
"Wow," I paused, holding it up. "Where the hell did you guys find this?"
"I found it in a box in the attic labeled: Julie's junk. I found that and about 1000 pictures," Jamie smiled. She reached across me and into the bag and pulled out a new bottle of strawberry wine.
"Something new," Connie poured herself and the rest of us some wine in the glasses that Mae had gotten out from a cabinet in the limo. Our glasses chimed together as we raised them above our heads.
~Flashback~
"Happy New Year!" Tommy and Jamie yelled, their wine glasses crashing into each other, another year rolled in. My guardians were singing loudly in the living room as Robbie, Joey and Matt followed me out to kitchen to get some chips and drinks.
"You're going to have to excuse them," I whispered. I threw Joey a coke and grabbed some sour cream and onion chips. The four of us had become best friends and they were spending the weekend at my house. We went back to my room and sat down to watch television.
"Seriously dude... they need to get some new shows on TV I've seen this episode of Streetsharks 5 times," Robbie whined.
"Well what are you doing watching Streetsharks?" Joey asked. He raised his eyebrows as Robbie turned red.
"I was.. erm.. watching with my brother," Robbie said quietly.
"5 times?" Matt chuckled.
"Yea right, besides you've only got 3 sisters," I pointed out. Robbie punched Joey.
"Could you possibly keep your mouth shut?" he inquired.
"Knock it off guys. You know his youngest sister, Amy's, favorite show is Streetsharks," Matt said seriously, before breaking into a fit of laughter.
Tom's singing and our laughter excised when the phone began to ring. "I've got it," I hollered and I jetted into Jamie's room. I grabbed for the receiver.
"Hello?"
"This is Officer Jones, is there a Mr. Thomas Reagan there?" a voice came threw the receiver.
"TOM PHONE!" I screamed. I put my hand over the receiver and listened to the conversation that was taking place between my brother and the officer.
"Hello, Mr Reagan. I know this is a bad time to call, but Mr. Gaffney and your guy's trial is being held in court next week. You're the defendant."
"Wait, shouldn't he be the defendant? He killed..." Tom trailed off.
"He claims self defense. Said you threatened to kill him. He was trying to shot you..."
"What and he missed? No he beating my mom then he shot her. That's when I told him I was gonna kill him."
"That's not what he said. He's been put on parole and has had very good behavior. He doesn't seem like the kind of person who would do that," Jones calmly stated.
"I cannot believe you. You where there. You saw the house and took his blood alcohol level test. You know exactly how drunk he was. Damn it, his fingerprints were on the fucking gun." Tommy's screaming echoed back the hallway to where my friends where standing. I held the phone closer to my ears. "You don't have any evidence against me. It all leads back to him."
"Sir are you drunk?"
"Hell no!" Tom's voice got louder and louder.
"Then lower your tone. Please," Mr. Jones said in a monotone manner.
"Look tell the bastard, I'll be down in a week."
My legs turned to jello. I collapsed to the floor. When I woke up the next morning, all my friends where sleeping in my room with me, but Tommy was gone.
He returned a week later with only bad news. My dad was being let off with misdemeanor charges and some fines and would be out of jail within a year.
Tommy hugged me. "I'm sorry I couldn't do more." ~Flashback ends~
A/N.: PLEASE REVIEW!! Hey Beaner I was just watching the Smallville episode with Sean Ashmore!! Sexy beast. Him and Tom Welling.. *sigh* that was quite an episode. It's 2:07 now I'm going go find some food and work on my music project. WAIT HAS ANYONE EVER HEARD OF STREETSHARKS?? Oh man that used to be my favorite show ever. ~joc~