Disclaimer: Ok, I promise – no more dorky-ness. Anyways, I don't own Mighty Ducks or any of the characters associated with it. I do, however, own Becky and her whole entourage.

My eyes shot open and I immediately slapped the "snooze" button on the blaring alarm clock next to my bed. I pulled the striped sheets over my head, not even glancing at the time. I heard rustling coming from Charlie's bed and figured he was getting up now. Lowering the sheets a little, I peeked through and saw that it was 7 AM. Ok, not even I got up that early. Only when I'm on the set, but that's after about half an hour of complaining. And I get multiple nap breaks in-between.

I sat up a little, watching Charlie in confusion. Why was he up this early? And getting dressed? He looked over, obviously seeing my expression and wondering why I was still in bed.

"What are you looking at? Aren't you going to get up?"

I scoffed, lying back down on the surprisingly comfy bed. I was the kind of person who could sleep anywhere. "Why? I'm not getting up this early. Please." I muttered, my voice sounding tired.

"Uh, because we have classes today. Banks, it's Monday." Charlie stated in that "duh-what-are-you-thinking?" tone. "The weekend only lasts two days."

I sat up again, ruffling my unkempt hair around. "Oh. Right." I slowly got up, went to the closet and pondered today's outfit.

The yellow polo with the jeans or the pink… wait. He has pink. HE HAS A PINK POLO SHIRT. Ok, this guy is definitely, like, my dream guy. Anyways, the pink with the jeans, definitely.

I sighed in wonderment, going over all my options one more time before retrieving the pink shirt and some stone-washed denim jeans. I turned around, my clothes flung over my broad shoulders and came face-to-face with Charlie. "What?"

"Dude… why did you just spend 10 minutes figuring out what to wear? Something's different about you." He shook his head, grabbed his backpack and walked out, leaving me alone.

I simply shrugged and changed, giving myself a once over in the mirror before getting my backpack (how did I know it was my backpack? It had "Adam Banks" embroidered on it. Of course.) and walking out the door.

I didn't get too far before I realized that I had no idea what classes I had. I searched in my pockets and in my backpack for something - anything. I pulled out a small agenda book, flipping through it. I saw the numbers "216" and "23-4-16" written on the front page.

I may be famous, but I'm not stupid. Most of the time. This is a locker combination. I sighed with relief and headed out of the dorm building, following a crowd of people into another building. I searched around and eventually found locker 216. I held my breath as I set in the combination.

I closed my eyes and pulled the handle. It opened. My eyes opened back up and a smirk took over my face. I'm good. I'm really good. I rummaged through the locker examining all his books. Chemistry, Algebra, World History, Law…Gosh, this guy is a nerd. I chuckled to myself, spotting some binders on the shelf above.

I seriously almost cheered out loud. On the spine of each binder was the name of the class it was designated for and the period he had it. I took out the 1st period binder, Law, and held it loosely in my hands. I was ready and rarin' to go.

I started strutting down the hall, searching for Mr. Bookly's class, the name that was typed on the front of the Law binder. I passed a few people I had met Friday in the hospital (and hung out with basically every waking moment of this weekend) and greeted them with a hand slap or a nod of my head. You know, for being a girl for 16 years… I was pretty good at this guy thing.

Then, I turned the corner and was practically tackled from the side. "What the…?" I asked, extremely startled. I turned around, staring into the green eyes of some girl.

"Hey, sweetie, I heard what happened! Are you okay? I wanted to come over last night and check on you but you were asleep already, and I was busy all weekend." The girl frowned, kissing my cheek.

"Uh… I don't really know what happened. But, I'm all right now." I answered hesitantly. Great… I find my dream guy – wait, scratch that. I AM my dream guy – and he has a girlfriend. I looked her over, investigating her appearance. She had blonde hair down to the middle of her back, soft, green eyes, fair skin, and was kind of short. And she's ugly. I thought bitterly, knowing she wasn't ugly at all. But I was still prettier than her.

"Walk me to class?" She asked, turning around. I glanced at her purse and what do you know? She had her name stitched on there: "Laci." I grimaced, almost wanting to vomit. My respect had definitely lowered for this guy.

"Uh, actually, I have to meet Charlie. See ya later." I turned around, walking quickly away from her. And I didn't even turn around to see what I know would be her disgusted face.

I took out his planner and a pen and started scribbling.

Note to Self: Be single again – and SOON.

I furiously packed my bags, grabbing the first things I saw in Becky's mile-long closet and shoving them in a Louis Vuitton suitcase. A soft knock came from my door and a maid walked in, a tall glass of water resting on a silver platter.

"Your water, miss." She said, curtsying while still balancing the tray. She looked back up, furrowing her brow. "Uhm, pardon me miss, but why are you packing your bags?"

"I have to go to Minnesota. Now." I said, zipping up the suitcase and taking a sip of the water. "I can't tell you why, but I need to." I hugged her, which was obviously something new because she jerked back in surprise.

I carried the suitcase down the stairs, almost disgusted at how heavy it was… it wasn't heavy because of the quantity of clothes, but of the weakness of Becky's arms.

I almost got to the door, but was stopped by the shrill voice of my mom.

"Becky, darling, where are you going? Why are you packed?"

I turned around slowly, wringing my hands together. "I have to go to Minnesota. Please, don't ask why. I can't tell you. But I have to go." I smiled sheepishly and rushed out of the house, my already called for driver waiting to take my bag.

I politely asked for my ticket at the counter and headed over to the scanners and whatnot, setting my bag on the conveyor belt.

About 45 minutes later, I was sitting on a small jet with only three other passengers. My seat belt was buckled and secure and I was ready, six empty bags of peanuts sprawled out on my tray.

The engine started and the plane took off, nothing but the beautiful, blue sky ahead of us. I smiled, setting some headphones on to watch the in-flight movie.

Don't worry, Adam. Soon, you'll be back home and out of this snobby, spoiled, richer-than-me girl's body.

At least, that was what I thought…

Woo and hoo! I know it's a little short (for me, at least) but it's the best I can do under these hectic conditions. Only 5 more weeks of school left for me and, trust me, updates will be coming left and right. Anyways, hope you enjoyed it!

Rubix the Cube: I see, I see. You only review when you're bored. Now I know where I stand in your life… Anyways, Uhm, I think I had way too much when I wrote those parts. I was laughing just a little too hard and little too loud. But I'm glad you were amused by them! Love ya!

Banks'-gurl-99: Thanks! I'll try and keep up the great work if you try and keep up the great… reading? Uhm, yeah.

Sinbin05: winces just thinking about calculus Thankfully, we get to choose between calculus and statistics our senior year at my school… but I'm glad my update was a refreshing break from your hell – I mean, homework. Yes, Adam is smart. And Becky does act dumb… I hope she gets better. I really have no idea how she's going to turn out…