Days Go By
Chapter 4
10-08-02
08-10-03
BIG AUTHORS NOTE!! Hi gohanzgirl here, Sorry its been
sooo long since I last updated ANY thing!! Ive gone
through maybe three or four computers with in the last
year, and work work work!! thats all I ever do and with
college comming up in the fall Id be lucky to ever get
anything done! I really apologize for this being almost
a year late sheesh its been that long!! Any ways I
really am sorry! This thing was lost with all my files
that i tried to save when my first computer bit the
dust.
I didn't ever think I would miss the constant battles,
practices, and screaming matches between my brother
Canard and I. It was an odd feeling almost like a
constraint within myself. I pushed the feeling far back
into the recess of my mind. A feeling of almost relief
washed through me as the desolate feelings were pushed
aside.
The next day was filled with classes my mind was filled
with the thoughts of upcoming projects and happenings.
As it was I was allready loaded with home-work from
other classes for the upcomming couple days when I
entered my first class. The room was eerily quiet as I
took my first few steps into the door. I was sure that
I wasn't late, most of the class was sitting
quietly looking a bit forlornly. I glanced at the front
of the room noticing that the teacher wasn't there yet.
Something was wrong.
I sat next to a larger guy red hair chunky in the face.
Large eyeglasses covered his face. I leaned in and asked
what was up.
"Haven't you heard?" He asked back. I nodded no. Why
would I be asking him a question if I had heard? He
sighed. "Mr. McLean was killed last night." I was
shocked.
No I had definitely not heard that. I sat back into my
seat and put my hand through my blonde hair letting out
a breath of air. Well that was shocking. Most of the
people that were in the class had already been seated.
Those who didn't know had been told already by whispered
comments that flew softly through the air.
There was even two girls in the corner near the back
sniffling. I rolled my eyes a little scoffing at them.
Then reprimanded myself. He was a nice man, good
teacher, even caused me to crack a smile a time or two.
It was pretty bad that he'd been killed but I shut my
emotions
off on the subject I had way to much trauma on my side
to let it get to me to bad. What ever feelings I had
towards the guy weren't remotely gut wrenching to me
with the fact that he was dead. If I had any true
feelings about it any ways they would have already been
locked away inside. It still felt weird though.
I settled my gaze on my desk infront of me I cracked my
knuckles while sitting waiting for something to start to
happen. Every thing in the room was quiet, the
whispering had ceased. Weall sat for nearly five minutes
before another teacher entered the room he was a
professor for the math department. He looked upset and a
little forlorn. He talked to the class for a while
obviously upset from his constant tightening of his tie
and adjusting his glasses. I tried to ignore him till he
said we were dismissed. We would get a phone call when a
new replacement or substitute teacher was found.
There was a bit of shuffling and more sniffling from
some people as we exited. In the halls it was still
early quiet the loss of one of there own was shown on
most of the faces I saw. I almost pitied them.
The walk back to my dorm was quiet I was alone, walking
across a road, down a slight path, the light dazzled me
in the eyes a couple times. A few people looked at me
oddly but I was all right with that, well not really but
used to it shall we say.
I rubbed at my hand were there was a slight scar within
the knuckles then stopped myself looking at my fist. I
must be more overwrought then I thought I was about
this. But why? I hardly new the man he taught me but I
wasn't attached to him. I don't get attached to any one
these days, let alone human teachers or at least I try
not to.
When I came to our small two story apartment I walked in
taking two steps at a time to our apartment. I stopped
at my door and then turning I walked down the little
area that accounted for a small hallway it lead to a
plain wall. Nothing there just a small hall space that
served no real purpose until you looked up and found the
attic door there. I pulled the small string and the
stairs pulled down. There was just enough room in the
little hallway to encompass the
stairs.
Climbing up the rickety old steps was easy. I entered
the attic the darkness seeped into my
eyes and I blinked and reached forward with my right
hand till it hit another little string I
gripped it and pulled a light came on that forced me to
blink again from the brightness.
I pulled myself into the attic and grimaced as my head
touched the slanted ceiling. I crouched
scooting myself till I could stand up properly. My
fingers felt grimy, I glanced at them.
Dust coated them. It even sat like a dark stain against
my white skin. It was smudged into the
fine hair-like feathers on my arm.
I stood staring at the dirt, the darkness of it in the
shadowed light reminded me of a time long past. A memory
started to resurface and I blinked belatedly and sighed
out of my mouth. What was
wrong with me today? 'Well for one a man was killed. Hmm
I wonder how he was killed.' I brushed
my arm off and walked, if a little crouched, toward a
small hatch like window.
Prying the switch off I pulled it open with a creak,
wincing at the noise I climbed up onto the
roof to contemplate things. It was cold the scent of
winter was strong on the air only a few more
days and we would probably get snow.
I settled myself in a crook between to slants of the
roof. I had always loved heights, almost
reveled in the feeling of defying gravity. That's why I
liked to fly the Aerowing. Leaning back
with my arms pillowing my head I watched the sky.
I bet the teacher had been talking about the murder
Damnit, I should have listened. I rolled
my eyes. So what, a man was killed people are always
getting killed. Why was I so interested. I
asked myself.
Why the hell was this bothering me so much. 'Because
death always bothered you.' something in
me said. I nearly growled at myself. Of course death
bothered me I practically grew up around it.
Seeing my friends and family die, my race die, be
enslaved. But this was different I told myself
I hardly new the guy, hell I didn't even have the
slightest notion on of how he died!
I was rubbing my right hand and hadn't remembered
starting. This was really bothering me. It
had been a very long time since anything bothered me. I
hoped to stars that I wasn't going to
have nightmares tonight.
Disclaimer: I dont own The mighty ducks nor any of the
charecters within. But im saving my
money to own the action figures!! (if they still have
them *pouts*)
Chapter 4
10-08-02
08-10-03
BIG AUTHORS NOTE!! Hi gohanzgirl here, Sorry its been
sooo long since I last updated ANY thing!! Ive gone
through maybe three or four computers with in the last
year, and work work work!! thats all I ever do and with
college comming up in the fall Id be lucky to ever get
anything done! I really apologize for this being almost
a year late sheesh its been that long!! Any ways I
really am sorry! This thing was lost with all my files
that i tried to save when my first computer bit the
dust.
I didn't ever think I would miss the constant battles,
practices, and screaming matches between my brother
Canard and I. It was an odd feeling almost like a
constraint within myself. I pushed the feeling far back
into the recess of my mind. A feeling of almost relief
washed through me as the desolate feelings were pushed
aside.
The next day was filled with classes my mind was filled
with the thoughts of upcoming projects and happenings.
As it was I was allready loaded with home-work from
other classes for the upcomming couple days when I
entered my first class. The room was eerily quiet as I
took my first few steps into the door. I was sure that
I wasn't late, most of the class was sitting
quietly looking a bit forlornly. I glanced at the front
of the room noticing that the teacher wasn't there yet.
Something was wrong.
I sat next to a larger guy red hair chunky in the face.
Large eyeglasses covered his face. I leaned in and asked
what was up.
"Haven't you heard?" He asked back. I nodded no. Why
would I be asking him a question if I had heard? He
sighed. "Mr. McLean was killed last night." I was
shocked.
No I had definitely not heard that. I sat back into my
seat and put my hand through my blonde hair letting out
a breath of air. Well that was shocking. Most of the
people that were in the class had already been seated.
Those who didn't know had been told already by whispered
comments that flew softly through the air.
There was even two girls in the corner near the back
sniffling. I rolled my eyes a little scoffing at them.
Then reprimanded myself. He was a nice man, good
teacher, even caused me to crack a smile a time or two.
It was pretty bad that he'd been killed but I shut my
emotions
off on the subject I had way to much trauma on my side
to let it get to me to bad. What ever feelings I had
towards the guy weren't remotely gut wrenching to me
with the fact that he was dead. If I had any true
feelings about it any ways they would have already been
locked away inside. It still felt weird though.
I settled my gaze on my desk infront of me I cracked my
knuckles while sitting waiting for something to start to
happen. Every thing in the room was quiet, the
whispering had ceased. Weall sat for nearly five minutes
before another teacher entered the room he was a
professor for the math department. He looked upset and a
little forlorn. He talked to the class for a while
obviously upset from his constant tightening of his tie
and adjusting his glasses. I tried to ignore him till he
said we were dismissed. We would get a phone call when a
new replacement or substitute teacher was found.
There was a bit of shuffling and more sniffling from
some people as we exited. In the halls it was still
early quiet the loss of one of there own was shown on
most of the faces I saw. I almost pitied them.
The walk back to my dorm was quiet I was alone, walking
across a road, down a slight path, the light dazzled me
in the eyes a couple times. A few people looked at me
oddly but I was all right with that, well not really but
used to it shall we say.
I rubbed at my hand were there was a slight scar within
the knuckles then stopped myself looking at my fist. I
must be more overwrought then I thought I was about
this. But why? I hardly new the man he taught me but I
wasn't attached to him. I don't get attached to any one
these days, let alone human teachers or at least I try
not to.
When I came to our small two story apartment I walked in
taking two steps at a time to our apartment. I stopped
at my door and then turning I walked down the little
area that accounted for a small hallway it lead to a
plain wall. Nothing there just a small hall space that
served no real purpose until you looked up and found the
attic door there. I pulled the small string and the
stairs pulled down. There was just enough room in the
little hallway to encompass the
stairs.
Climbing up the rickety old steps was easy. I entered
the attic the darkness seeped into my
eyes and I blinked and reached forward with my right
hand till it hit another little string I
gripped it and pulled a light came on that forced me to
blink again from the brightness.
I pulled myself into the attic and grimaced as my head
touched the slanted ceiling. I crouched
scooting myself till I could stand up properly. My
fingers felt grimy, I glanced at them.
Dust coated them. It even sat like a dark stain against
my white skin. It was smudged into the
fine hair-like feathers on my arm.
I stood staring at the dirt, the darkness of it in the
shadowed light reminded me of a time long past. A memory
started to resurface and I blinked belatedly and sighed
out of my mouth. What was
wrong with me today? 'Well for one a man was killed. Hmm
I wonder how he was killed.' I brushed
my arm off and walked, if a little crouched, toward a
small hatch like window.
Prying the switch off I pulled it open with a creak,
wincing at the noise I climbed up onto the
roof to contemplate things. It was cold the scent of
winter was strong on the air only a few more
days and we would probably get snow.
I settled myself in a crook between to slants of the
roof. I had always loved heights, almost
reveled in the feeling of defying gravity. That's why I
liked to fly the Aerowing. Leaning back
with my arms pillowing my head I watched the sky.
I bet the teacher had been talking about the murder
Damnit, I should have listened. I rolled
my eyes. So what, a man was killed people are always
getting killed. Why was I so interested. I
asked myself.
Why the hell was this bothering me so much. 'Because
death always bothered you.' something in
me said. I nearly growled at myself. Of course death
bothered me I practically grew up around it.
Seeing my friends and family die, my race die, be
enslaved. But this was different I told myself
I hardly new the guy, hell I didn't even have the
slightest notion on of how he died!
I was rubbing my right hand and hadn't remembered
starting. This was really bothering me. It
had been a very long time since anything bothered me. I
hoped to stars that I wasn't going to
have nightmares tonight.
Disclaimer: I dont own The mighty ducks nor any of the
charecters within. But im saving my
money to own the action figures!! (if they still have
them *pouts*)