I've just noticed my habit for writing 'gonna' instead of 'going to'...lol...I'm sorry if anyone out there is a stickler for that but I can't really help it. ^_^ I tend to write the way I talk...I catch it most of the time, but every now and then I slip up.

Geez, I just had the best day! Not that you care, but I shall use this little space of my story to relay my day's events! I woke up and ummm...ate! Yes, eating is good. Then I sat down and watched like ten seconds of The Goonies before switching it over to another channel and watching most of the TV version of The Mighty Ducks. I got angry at how much they cut out and edited so I ranted for a few minutes before putting in my D2: The Mighty Ducks DVD and began watching that. Then I left for my school choir's Road Rally and rode around with Adam, Liz Davis, Jenny, John, and Michelle. *cough* And OF COURSE we went the speed limit...*cough* Stop signs? WHAT stop signs? Anyway, since you don't know what a Road Rally is and I don't' have enough room to explain, I will move on to the story. As much as I'd love to tell you, you probably don't care. So moving right along...

And again, this is lacking major angsty-goodness but stick with it; it's comin' soon!

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Chelsea- Lol...that cwould be funny, but you're just gonna have to find out what happens, dun dun dun, IN THIS CHAPTER! Lol. As funny as it would be if he waltzed in and maimed everyone with his roller blades, I have no guarantees...yet. Lol. Heh...believe it or not, my objective isn't to make you like George. Shocking, isn't it! Lol. ^_^ To be honest, I hate George too. ^_^ Lol...Well, as for the Sam thing, whatever helps ya sleep at night. ^_^ zer0s are c00l. ^_^ L0l. Heh...just kidding. ^_^ Lol, thanks. ^_^

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-Chapter 15-

Charlie slipped off his blades and put on sneakers, sticking his roller blades in his backpack with the rest of his stuff.

There were preppies EVERYWHERE! Charlie felt like he was going to throw up. He had a feeling he wouldn't make many friends...he appeared to have a phobia of rich people, excluding Adam.

He let out a sigh, swung his backpack onto his shoulder, and began walking into the masses.

Charlie saw the group that had "commented" on his attire a few days before. He would stay away from THEM at any cost.

Deciding he should get his schedule, he walked into the large building and began searching for the office. A few people bumped up against him but he ignored them. And to think he had considered Eden Hall bad...

Stuck up Cake-Eaters...

He finally made it to the office in one piece. He swung open the door and walked in.

The elderly secretary looked up from what she had been typing into the computer. She had tiny glasses and her face was framed with white hair.

"Excuse me, ma'am? I need my schedule." Charlie said as he strolled over to the desk.

"New student...Charlie Conway?" she asked, picking up a stack of papers.

"Yes, that would be me." Charlie said as he reached over and took his papers.

The old lady simply nodded and left Charlie to find his way to his first class by himself. Not that Charlie cared, it was just unusual. He figured he would at least get something nice said considering it was his first day. Even the OFFICE STAFF were stuck up rich people.

Figures.

He let out a sigh and pulled his schedule out of the manila folder. He had English in Room 315 first. Joy...

He began his trek to class. Other kids had already begun filing in so he found himself being manhandled once again. At least he was a reasonably tall and well-built guy so it was more of a rude 'you better watch it' then a slamming into the lockers kind of thing. It could be worse.

He stopped at his locker and put his backpack in, taking out his books and binder for class. He really hated English. But no one cared what HE wanted anyway.

Glancing around, he frowned. It was like a trillion preppies...and no Ducks to fall back onto for support. The rest of his high school career was REALLY gonna bite...

He walked into his English class and sat at the back, hoping just to fly through the classes and get home. He was going call Adam the second he walked in the door to unload his frustrations. He always knew Adam would listen. He was just that kind of person. Whether or not he really WANTED to hear your problems, he would listen intently anyway. Banksie was his best friend and Charlie was missing him already. He missed all of the Ducks for that matter. They were his family and they were gone. Or rather, HE was gone...

Before he knew it, another guy sat next to him and opened his book to finish his homework. Charlie would usually say hello but he wasn't exactly in the socializing mood. Not to mention the guy didn't seem to CARE Charlie didn't say anything. The boy was too wrapped up in finishing what appeared to be homework.

Charlie cleared his throat and sat back in the chair, wishing he could be somewhere else. Then he began wondering what the Ducks were doing at that very moment.

The teacher walked out in front of the class and slapped a ruler on her hardwood desk. Everyone snapped into attention.

"Class, we have a new student arriving today. I expect you to make him feel welcome. Mr. Conway, would you care to come up here and introduce yourself?" the teacher, Mrs. Smith said. She was a middle-aged woman with graying brown hair and gray eyes.

Everyone turned and stared at Charlie. He rolled his eyes slightly and stood up to walk up to the front. Even the kid next to him doing his homework turned to watch him walk up to the front of the class.

He then stood at the front next to the teacher.

"Now tell us your name and something about you." Mrs. Smith said with a smile.

'What are we in, the first grade?' Charlie thought bitterly to himself.

Charlie sighed and began talking. "My name is Charlie Conway. I'm from Minnesota and I play hockey."

The teacher stood there as if she was waiting for more. When there was no more response, she just covered it up with a smile. "Okay then. You may sit down Charlie."

Charlie just nodded and sat back down. By the time he had reached the front of the room, people had gone back to what they were doing. He bet on his life that no one in that room but the teacher could actually tell him his name. Homework-Boy had immediately gone back to his homework after Charlie had started his walk to the front of the room.

He sat back down and no one as much as acknowledged him. And he liked it that way. They leave him alone, he leaves them alone. It was a mutual understanding.

The rest of the class flew by for Charlie. Before he knew it, he was at lunch with nowhere to sit.

Sighing again for the umpteenth time that day, he sat at a table alone. He didn't know how much longer he could go without speaking to anyone. It was a taxing job and Charlie was dieing to talk to the Ducks. Yes, as soon as he got home he was calling them. If his dad was going to move him out of the state, he would have to pay MANY long-distance bills...

He looked around the lunchroom as he began eating. He was trying to pick out the different cliques. He saw the cheerleaders and several tables of big looking guys in letter jackets. Hockey players were in one corner, football players were in the opposite corner, and baseball players were somewhere in between. It appeared even the likes of Montana had hockey. Charlie figured that was a good sign. Not that he would dare socialize with fellow hockey players for fear of betraying the Ducks, he just needed somewhere to escape too. Hockey did that for him.

He looked a few tables down and there was a large group of rowdy kids throwing stuff at each other. It reminded him of the Ducks just...not.

They seemed a tad more obscene about the approach though. This guy was busy making out with a girl at the end of the table and Charlie's face scrunched up. He had NOT wanted that image while he was trying to eat...

On that note, he suddenly lost his appetite.

He saw the kid from his English class sitting with them, absorbed in conversation. So those were his friends, huh? Well good for him...

Surprisingly, that was about the extent of cliques. Sure there was the brainy kids but other than them, the majority of the population were wanna- be jocks/cheerleaders or well...let's not even get into that...

Charlie just let out a sigh, pushed his food away and laid his head on the table. After seeing the little display only moments before, he felt like he was going to throw up so he didn't bother trying to eat anymore. He just wanted to be home with the Ducks. Was that so much to ask?

He and "Homework Kid" locked eyes for a brief second before carrying on with lunch. Charlie shook his head and stared at his food. What had he done to deserve this?

~~~*~~~

Charlie slung his backpack over his shoulder. He was going to try out for hockey. It wouldn't be Duck hockey, but it would just have to do.

He put on his ice skates, stepped into the rink, and watched them all skate laps. It was the out-of-control group from lunch...

Figures...

He rolled his eyes and skated over to the coach.

The man turned to see Charlie. He had heard someone walk in but he hadn't been expecting anyone.

"How may I help you?" the coach asked, cocking an eyebrow.

Charlie just held his head up high. "I wanna try out for the team."

The team stopped and watched with interest. Hockey season was almost over. They wondered if the kid knew that...

"But the season is almost over, kid. Why don't you wait till next year?" the coach said with amusement.

Charlie glared. Now that was rude.

"I know that...I'm not stupid..." he said spitefully. They spoke to him like he didn't know his own sport.

The coach raised his eyebrows again. "Okay then. I'll let you try out. I'm the JV hockey coach, Christopher McCarty."

Charlie nodded. "Charlie Conway." He reached out to shake the man's hand.

The coach froze and stared at Charlie. "As in, Charlie Conway from the Junior Goodwill Games a few years ago?"

Charlie furrowed his eyebrows. "Yeah. Why?"

"Wow, I guess you could say I'm somewhat of a fan. That's the only year the USA has ever beaten Iceland. Your team must have been pretty good. What were you guys...oh yeah, the Ducks right?" Coach McCarty said, grinning.

Charlie laughed. He had never met someone who was a fan of a bunch of kids who happened to win the Junior Goodwill Games. But hey, he wasn't complaining.

"Yeah, we were the Ducks." He answered.

Now the team had come to a complete stop to listen. Why was that guy still there?

"Wow, what brings you to Montana?" Coach McCarty asked.

Charlie's face soured. "My mom died, no, she was KILLED, and so my dad took custody of me and moved me here, away from my friends. You could easily say I'm still pretty mad." He said, somehow keeping his voice even.

The coach nodded. "That sounds pretty bad. But I would be honored for you to tryout for the team."

Charlie grinned. Now this was pretty cool. Someone was HONORED for HIM, Spazway as he was so fondly called by the Ducks, to tryout for a team. That was pretty different.

The team on the ice cocked their eyebrows in confusion. Was the coach REALLY going to let him tryout?

The coach had them scrimmage and watched Charlie's fluid movements. He was quite a scorer. But what surprised him was when he switched into defense periodically. It didn't seem to be Charlie's strong point but he at least tried. He had specifically remembered the Ducks being purely offensive. Then again, most young teams were.

The coach blew his whistle to signify the end of the scrimmage. The team and Charlie skated over to him. He dismissed them from practice but held Charlie back.

"Conway, hold up!" McCarty yelled after Charlie before he could leave.

Charlie skidded to a stop and skated back to the coach.

"Yeah?" he said as he came to a stop.

"I just wanted to say your performance was spectacular out there. Would you consider playing for Varsity?" the coach asked Charlie.

Charlie was in shock. He was being asked to play for VARSITY?! That was usually Banks's thing...

But Banks wasn't here...

The coach was waiting for a response. Charlie snapped into attention.

"I-uuh...sure. I guess." He said, still kind of dazed.

The coach smiled. "That's good. My uncle will be pleased to hear that."

Charlie furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "Your...uncle?" he questioned with uncertainty.

"Oh, my uncle is the Varsity coach. They were at a shortage for hockey coaches so my uncle and I decided to take over." McCarty explained.

"Oh...right..." Charlie said with a nervous grin.

"So I'll tell my uncle you'll be playing for him. Once he knows who you are, I'm sure he won't mind." The coach said, patting Charlie on the shoulder before walking off.

Charlie watched him leave. What had he meant by 'Once he knows who you are'? Charlie only hoped he wasn't getting his chance at Varsity just because the two coaches happened to be Duck fans.

That would totally bite.

He skated off the change in the locker room.

A lone boy listened from a distance. Glaring, he turned to the locker rooms. He had to tell the rest of the team about this...