A/N: Hehehe...The Chels-ster is in charge of this chapter. BWA! Be
afraid...be very, very afraid...hee hee hee...o.O Sorry.
Sarah- Yes, poor Charlie. Lol...I'm glad you liked the quick update. ^_~
Allie- Hehehehe...Thanks Allie. ^_^ Aw, so it's the coffee, huh? ^_^ Aww! *squees* Dwayne, you are just too adorable! *huggles him*...*Charlie feels left out* Aww, sorry Charlie. You're adorable too. *hugs Charlie, and he smiles* Manly ego. *shakes head* OOH! You got a 3 Doors Down CD? Which one? 'The Better Life' or 'Away From the Sun'? Both are awesome...Whee! Write me some ANGST! ^_~ I'm glad she enjoyed the chapter, Dwayne. ^_^
Hotashell99- It's okay; I forgive you. ^_~ Meh, John is evil. Lol...how would you like to buy him? We're down to 75 cents but no one seems to want him...hmm...wonder why. ^_~ Lol...Charlie is having it rough, but it just woulnd't very angsty if he wasn't. ^_~ I'm glad you like it, and I hope you enjoy this next installment! Hee hee...lol....o.O
-Chapter 4-
The next day I woke up to the same surroundings as I did every day. I clamped my eyes shut again in hopes of making the idea of school disappear....I don't need school...School is over-rated...
"CHARLIE!"
I groaned and covered my head with the pillow. Maybe if I ignored her, she would go away...
"Charlie! Wake up! Time for school!" my mother's voice called out again.
With another aggravated groan, I peeked out from under my pillow as my mom's face appeared in the doorway. She said something, but I was too sleepy to form completely coherent thought. I muttered something that could be classified as its own language before growling into the pillow. I really did not want to go to school...I had practice too...
Great.
Just. Great.
I rolled out of the bed and on to the hard floor, but not without giving my mom the daily 'how dare you disturb me from my precious sleep?!' glare that I tend to give every morning to everybody.
She didn't seem to mind. In fact, she just gave me a smile that was seriously too happy for an early school morning before leaving my room and closing the door behind herself.
Crazy psychotic parents and their upbeat morning attitudes...
I crawled on my hands and knees to the closet; over yesterday's dirty clothes and hockey gear strewn about the room. Over the backpack and books, papers and pens littering the tiny apartment bedroom that I called my room.
After making it to the closet door in one piece, I stood up and flung it open.
This was going to be a long day...
Once I was fully ready for school, I walked out into our tiny living room area and saw John sipping coffee on the couch, staring at the T.V. again. Mom never let ME eat on the couch...Stupid double-standard...
My mom greeted me again, smiling brightly. I attempted a half-hearted smile, though it most likely came out as a grimace; I'm not exactly a morning person.
I grabbed a piece of toast and clamped it snugly in my mouth as I put on my roller blades. I was going to roller blade to Fulton's and then go to school with him. I would usually go to Adam's, but I kind of hated him with a burning passion at the moment.
"Buh muh!" I said, my voice muffled by the toast in my mouth.
"What?" she asked me with confusion.
I couldn't suppress an eye roll as I slung my backpack farther up my shoulder and removed the toast from my mouth. "I said 'BYE MOM'!"
"Oh, bye sweetie. Have a nice day at school!" she said.
I nodded and let out an irritated sigh.
And then I went to school.
Very boring.
Definitely not worth re-enacting.
Afterwards, we went to practice. I could hardly stand to LOOK at this "Coach Orion" without the impulse to strangle him. I wished he would stop telling us how to play and what to do. What does HE know?!
My anger boiled as he yelled at me from the sidelines. Who was HE to tell ME how to play? I can make a goal if I darn well WANT to make a goal...He had NO right to tell me whether or not I'm doing it 'right' according to him.
I bit my lip to keep back a snappy remark. Not today.
I settled for pelting my stick at the ice and aggressively flipping up the mask on my helmet as he called the practice to an end.
My teammates all filed off the ice and went to the locker room as I stood alone, calming myself before bothering to get off the ice. I snatched the hockey stick angrily and skated to the gate, an angry expression adorning my face.
"Conway," the Ice Nazi said as he walked over to me.
"What do you want?" I snapped, not really wanting to have a 'chat' with him at the moment.
"You have been deliberately ignoring everything I say. I think there's something we need to get straight before this progresses much further: I am the coach, you are the player," he said, and I could feel my face harden.
"Naw, really?" I couldn't help but snap. "You could have fooled me with the sad excuse for a coaching job you're giving us."
"Excuse me?" the coach said bitterly.
"You're excused." My voice was cold as I stormed into the locker room, fuming mad.
All eyes were on my as I threw my hockey stick against the lockers and yanked off the helmet. Several of the other Ducks looked concerned.
I dreaded the fact that Orion would likely come in the locker room soon to berate us, telling us how we were unworthy of playing on his team and how we were a disgrace to the sport.
"Wow, what's with all the violence, Charlie?" Fulton asked me as he finished changing into his school clothes.
I peeled the jersey off of my gear in an angry haze, tossing it by my bag. "I really don't like our coach..."
"Really? I would have never guessed!" Averman piped in from across the locker room.
My face stayed sour.
Fulton ignored Averman as he continued talking to me, likely trying to calm me down before I left the locker room. Wasn't working, but it's the thought that counts.
"Yeah...I wish Bombay would have stayed. It just isn't the same," Fulton Reed continued as everyone continued on with their business.
"You're telling me..." I said, grabbing my shirt from in my bag and slipping it over my head. "This guy's a total jerk...I still can't believe he won't make me captain. What is his problem?" I ranted as Fulton gave me a nod of understanding.
"Are you STILL stuck on that? It isn't that big of a deal," Averman said lightly; it seemed he was the only one paying any attention to us.
"Not a big deal? Like heck it's not a big deal! The guy's on a freaking power trip! He doesn't care about us, and he doesn't like us. So I see no reason to respect him. And yes, it IS a big deal," I snapped as the locker room grew silent.
Zipping my bag shut, I grabbed it harshly and walked out of the room, bumping shoulders with Coach Orion as I passed. He shouted something at me as I passed, but I didn't listen. Didn't concern me. His opinion held no weight with me.
There was no use in bothering to 'get used' to this new coach. When you allowed yourself to accept another person, you only ended up getting hurt.
I wasn't going to get hurt this time.
Sarah- Yes, poor Charlie. Lol...I'm glad you liked the quick update. ^_~
Allie- Hehehehe...Thanks Allie. ^_^ Aw, so it's the coffee, huh? ^_^ Aww! *squees* Dwayne, you are just too adorable! *huggles him*...*Charlie feels left out* Aww, sorry Charlie. You're adorable too. *hugs Charlie, and he smiles* Manly ego. *shakes head* OOH! You got a 3 Doors Down CD? Which one? 'The Better Life' or 'Away From the Sun'? Both are awesome...Whee! Write me some ANGST! ^_~ I'm glad she enjoyed the chapter, Dwayne. ^_^
Hotashell99- It's okay; I forgive you. ^_~ Meh, John is evil. Lol...how would you like to buy him? We're down to 75 cents but no one seems to want him...hmm...wonder why. ^_~ Lol...Charlie is having it rough, but it just woulnd't very angsty if he wasn't. ^_~ I'm glad you like it, and I hope you enjoy this next installment! Hee hee...lol....o.O
-Chapter 4-
The next day I woke up to the same surroundings as I did every day. I clamped my eyes shut again in hopes of making the idea of school disappear....I don't need school...School is over-rated...
"CHARLIE!"
I groaned and covered my head with the pillow. Maybe if I ignored her, she would go away...
"Charlie! Wake up! Time for school!" my mother's voice called out again.
With another aggravated groan, I peeked out from under my pillow as my mom's face appeared in the doorway. She said something, but I was too sleepy to form completely coherent thought. I muttered something that could be classified as its own language before growling into the pillow. I really did not want to go to school...I had practice too...
Great.
Just. Great.
I rolled out of the bed and on to the hard floor, but not without giving my mom the daily 'how dare you disturb me from my precious sleep?!' glare that I tend to give every morning to everybody.
She didn't seem to mind. In fact, she just gave me a smile that was seriously too happy for an early school morning before leaving my room and closing the door behind herself.
Crazy psychotic parents and their upbeat morning attitudes...
I crawled on my hands and knees to the closet; over yesterday's dirty clothes and hockey gear strewn about the room. Over the backpack and books, papers and pens littering the tiny apartment bedroom that I called my room.
After making it to the closet door in one piece, I stood up and flung it open.
This was going to be a long day...
Once I was fully ready for school, I walked out into our tiny living room area and saw John sipping coffee on the couch, staring at the T.V. again. Mom never let ME eat on the couch...Stupid double-standard...
My mom greeted me again, smiling brightly. I attempted a half-hearted smile, though it most likely came out as a grimace; I'm not exactly a morning person.
I grabbed a piece of toast and clamped it snugly in my mouth as I put on my roller blades. I was going to roller blade to Fulton's and then go to school with him. I would usually go to Adam's, but I kind of hated him with a burning passion at the moment.
"Buh muh!" I said, my voice muffled by the toast in my mouth.
"What?" she asked me with confusion.
I couldn't suppress an eye roll as I slung my backpack farther up my shoulder and removed the toast from my mouth. "I said 'BYE MOM'!"
"Oh, bye sweetie. Have a nice day at school!" she said.
I nodded and let out an irritated sigh.
And then I went to school.
Very boring.
Definitely not worth re-enacting.
Afterwards, we went to practice. I could hardly stand to LOOK at this "Coach Orion" without the impulse to strangle him. I wished he would stop telling us how to play and what to do. What does HE know?!
My anger boiled as he yelled at me from the sidelines. Who was HE to tell ME how to play? I can make a goal if I darn well WANT to make a goal...He had NO right to tell me whether or not I'm doing it 'right' according to him.
I bit my lip to keep back a snappy remark. Not today.
I settled for pelting my stick at the ice and aggressively flipping up the mask on my helmet as he called the practice to an end.
My teammates all filed off the ice and went to the locker room as I stood alone, calming myself before bothering to get off the ice. I snatched the hockey stick angrily and skated to the gate, an angry expression adorning my face.
"Conway," the Ice Nazi said as he walked over to me.
"What do you want?" I snapped, not really wanting to have a 'chat' with him at the moment.
"You have been deliberately ignoring everything I say. I think there's something we need to get straight before this progresses much further: I am the coach, you are the player," he said, and I could feel my face harden.
"Naw, really?" I couldn't help but snap. "You could have fooled me with the sad excuse for a coaching job you're giving us."
"Excuse me?" the coach said bitterly.
"You're excused." My voice was cold as I stormed into the locker room, fuming mad.
All eyes were on my as I threw my hockey stick against the lockers and yanked off the helmet. Several of the other Ducks looked concerned.
I dreaded the fact that Orion would likely come in the locker room soon to berate us, telling us how we were unworthy of playing on his team and how we were a disgrace to the sport.
"Wow, what's with all the violence, Charlie?" Fulton asked me as he finished changing into his school clothes.
I peeled the jersey off of my gear in an angry haze, tossing it by my bag. "I really don't like our coach..."
"Really? I would have never guessed!" Averman piped in from across the locker room.
My face stayed sour.
Fulton ignored Averman as he continued talking to me, likely trying to calm me down before I left the locker room. Wasn't working, but it's the thought that counts.
"Yeah...I wish Bombay would have stayed. It just isn't the same," Fulton Reed continued as everyone continued on with their business.
"You're telling me..." I said, grabbing my shirt from in my bag and slipping it over my head. "This guy's a total jerk...I still can't believe he won't make me captain. What is his problem?" I ranted as Fulton gave me a nod of understanding.
"Are you STILL stuck on that? It isn't that big of a deal," Averman said lightly; it seemed he was the only one paying any attention to us.
"Not a big deal? Like heck it's not a big deal! The guy's on a freaking power trip! He doesn't care about us, and he doesn't like us. So I see no reason to respect him. And yes, it IS a big deal," I snapped as the locker room grew silent.
Zipping my bag shut, I grabbed it harshly and walked out of the room, bumping shoulders with Coach Orion as I passed. He shouted something at me as I passed, but I didn't listen. Didn't concern me. His opinion held no weight with me.
There was no use in bothering to 'get used' to this new coach. When you allowed yourself to accept another person, you only ended up getting hurt.
I wasn't going to get hurt this time.