Its senior year at Eden Hall for the Ducks. Now the Varisty hockey team, nothing much had changed on the team...Except one of them has done a complete 360 and has gotten into trouble. Sentanced to community service for punishment, he is forced to face his past, which drives him further down the destructive path he was already on. New friends help him deal with a secret he has hidden from everyone for an entire year. Does he get his life back on track? Or does he reject help and let the secret ruin his life?
Yeah. Sort of typical I know. But I promise. It is not a Mary-Sue! Gosh I hate those stories! Anyway...First two chapters are up. You know, trial run to see if anyone would be interested in the story. Like it? Hate it? Anywhere I can improve? Tell me. I can take criticism (just don't be too mean).
Story idea is mine! Please don't steal it! All characters outside of the Ducks circle of friends are mine, please don't steal them.
So read it, and tell me what you think. Enjoy!
Liza Jane
Oh yeah, and I know that this story would actually be taking place in the year 1999. But you know...since I don't remember much about that year, the story is set back then...But there are going to be current referances to pop culture. Just so you know :)
and now...onto the story!
Adam Banks sat in his car, which was parked outside of the Mid-Town Ice Arena. It was the place he had learned to skate at, it was there that he had played his first hockey games, it was where he practically grew up at. It was his home rink. It was a place he had not set foot in for nearly four years, and now he had to be there.
Adam sat in the driver's seat of his black Jeep Grand Cherokee, still holding onto the steering wheel, wishing he was anywhere else in the world. The co-captain of the Varisty hockey team at Eden Hall Academy was now sentanced back to teach a "Learn to Skate Class" at the arena every Saturday until the end of the school year. Why? Well, it was complicated.
It was November of Adam's senior year of high school at Eden Hall. Some things hadn't changed over the past three years. The entire Ducks team was still there, and now all promoted up to the Varisty hockey team at their school. They were still coached by Orion, and they were still one heck of team. Not much had changed with his teammates. Charlie was still captain of the team. Julie and Goldberg were still fighting over who would be the starting goalie for each game. Russ still had the knuckle puck, and was the best trash-talker on the team (and commonly getting in trouble for it.) Luis was still the fastest skater on the team. Dwayne still liked to mess around with the puck more than he should. Ken still liked to combine figure skating and hockey, and pull off some crazy moves in games. Connie and Guy were still coming out of nowhere in games and scoring when the team was behind. Fulton and Portman were still the 'Bash Brothers".
Yeah. Everything was good. Nothing had changed. For any of them.
But Adam had.
Adam had changed drastically over the past year. He still went to practice, still was the MVP of several games, still played hockey. But hated every minute he was on the ice. Last year, Adam was a good kid. He didn't smoke or drink. He was invovled in a tutoring program with a local grade school. And was a typical goodie goodie. At least until he started hanging out with the "wrong crowd". Yes! As shocking as it is...Eden Hall had its share of the trouble makers. Basically it was a bunch of rich kids who were trying to do everything they could to get kicked out, but the school didn't grant it to them. Adam ended up hanging out with them more and more as the year went on. And slowly pushed away from his fellow Ducks. Instead of hanging out with his teammates on the weekends, he spent his weekends getting wasted and waking up in a random girl's dorm room. Nothing he was actually proud of doing. But he did it, and he wasn't about to stop. It was the usual good kid gone bad story. But Adam's story was different. He had a secret. A secret that maybe three people knew about. He wasn't about to tell anyone else about, or do anything about it. He didn't admit it, but he knew it was ruining his life.
Adam sighed heavily as turned off the car. He stared blankly at his feet for another five minutes. He wanted nothing more than to have a plane fall onto the ice arena. He didn't want to go in there. There were nothing more but memories that would come swarming back to haunt him.
The annoying alarm on Adam's watch went off. He had been sitting in the parking lot for the past twenty six minutes. He sent the alarm on his watch to tell him when he had to go in there.
Adam turned off the alarm and sighed at his leaned his head back on the head rest. Unless he wanted to get in even more trouble, he had to go in there now. He opened the car door and got out, still wishing for that falling plane to come down from the sky.
Why was Adam there? Well, he had gotten into a bit of trouble with the police. Adam had never had the best temper, and it had gotten worse over the past year. He had also the habit of getting into a fight with everyone who happened to say something to make him mad.
Adam and his "group" were hanging out at Burger King when a group of public school kids came in. One of them happened to say very loudly, "Look at those rich boys", and Adam went off. He followed the kid out to the parking lot. To make a long story short, the Burger King's manager called the police, and Adam was sentanced to 250 hours of community service for public disturbance. Dean Buckley had taken the honor of assigning Adam his community service. Which was to help teach the learn to skate classes at the Mid-Town arena every Saturday morning. He made sure it was spaced out so that Adam's punishment was no more sleeping in on Saturdays. Dean had also talked to the manager of the ice arena, and they were to give a full report of Adam's behavior while teaching. Meaning that if he merely muttered the word, "fuck" or "shit", mouthed off, or was late...he would have a week worth of detention ahead of him. Which would lead to him missing hockey, and even though he now hated hockey, he couldn't loose his scholarship. Which was something that just couldn't happen.
Adam opened the trunk of his car and pulled out his skating bag. He threw it over his shoulder, shut the trunk, locked the car and slowly walked up to the door.
He had to hold his breath as he opened the door and walked through it. When he finally started to breath again, he smelled that smell. That smell of the ice. The smell his clothes were staided with when he was younger. He smiled lightly thinking about it, but soon started to frown again.
Not much had changed since the last time Adam had set foot in the ice arena. The walls were still covered with dark blue and white paint. Pictures of hockey players and figure skaters were still painted onto the wall. There was still a bullentian boards with upcoming events and news and such. There was still a pro shop with basically everything a skater could need in there. The skate rental desk was still there, and stocked with the brown rental skates. There were still the four ice rinks and the numerous locker rooms. Not much had changed there. Which did not help Adam's fear of being there.
Adam took a deep breath as he walked up to the front desk. A young girl wearing her hair in a ponytail and a blue polo shirt was typing something into the computer when he walked up. She looked at him and smiled polietly. "Can I help you?" She asked.
Adam sighed before saying, "I'm Adam Banks. And I am here to help out with the learn to skate classes." He told her.
Oh boy! What happens next?