All I needed
Disclaimer: I do not own the Mighty Ducks, and am not getting paid to do this
Summary: ok so this is about Adam Banks, just kinda about love, his family, and hockey.. It takes place sophomore year, but I kinda moved it ahead to today because it just makes more sense to go with the current times.
Chapter 1
" God, he is going to kill me" I thought as I drove through my neighborhood of Edina, Minnesota at about eighty miles per hour. My parents had expected me home at six- thirty no later, my dad had scolded on the phone. It was my grandfather's seventy- fifth birthday and of course a huge party at the country club was planned. My attendance was required ; and not even hockey could get me out of this one, which really said something knowing my father.
Finally I thought as I pulled my silver BMW– a sixteenth birthday present– into the driveway. I quickly checked my watch 6:28, great I thought two minutes to spare. I quickly ran up the steps and took my key out of my pocket and unlocked the door, letting myself in.
" Mom, Dad I'm home" I yelled as I entered the foyer. Seeing that no one was around I decided to slip up the stairs and try to get ready. That was until he entered through the door to his office. Philip Banks the typical business man. And lets just say when he was angry you did not want to mess with him.
" Hey Dad" I said stopping on the third step.
" Adam, your late"
I looked down at my watch 6:31, and I was only late because he did not notice me coming in not that he would listen to this or anything.
" Yeah sorry, practice you know" I reluctantly said
" Adam you have a responsibility to me and your mother to be on time" He said sternly, the fact that he did not even ask me how practice gave me the impression that this was not a good situation
" Sorry Dad" I said staring at my feet. Even though I knew my mother could careless if I was on time. She was probably upstairs herself getting ready for tonight.
" We will discuss this later" he said " Go change I want to leave by 7:00"
I nodded and sprinted up the stairs in an attempt to get away from him. I probably should have know better for Philip Banks being on time was being fifteen minutes early. As I climbed up the stairs I passes the photos that represented our lives, or just the life we were supposed to lead. Pictures from vacations to the Caribbean, Europe, and even a trip to Europe. As well as all the staged photos taken by some in some photo studio somewhere. It was funny that everyone seemed so happy, things could not be farther from the truth.
I reached my room and quickly changed into a black suit and a blue tie. The tie was from my mother had bought me because she said it matched my eyes. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror, touching the bruise on my left cheek. Another rough practice, what else was new there? I guess it was what I got for being the youngest player on varsity, a choice I had made or more accurately a choice my father had forced me into making. It was just funny how I never seemed to get hurt in games only practice. Well at least tonight should be fun... not.
