Spunky's Disclaimer: I've chucked every stupid penny I could find into a stupid wishing fountain… and I still don't own the Mighty Ducks! Why oh why is the world so cruel?! I could've invested them in stocks!! Okay back to reality. I don't own the Ducks! Heck I don't even own Taylor Brooklyn, she just kind of made herself at home in my brain. So I decided to use her in this story so she can pay up the five months rent she owes me! LOL!

Taylor Brooklyn Walter: Born and raised in the City of Angels (that's Los Angeles for those of you that don't know). She is 5'5 and has an athletic frame. She has straight chestnut colored hair. Her eyes are green. She is entering Eden Hall to pitch for the Varsity Softball Team. She plays guitar and likes to go against the grain sometimes. Her dad is a director.

Summary: High School has its ups and downs, and it is no exception at Eden. The Ducks are having the time of their life at Eden. Some will find love in unexpected places, make friends, and lend a helping hand. May become a trilogy. I'm horrible at summaries. Takes place sophomore year.

Shout Outs:

Yaaamish: Thanks for the reply Jamie. The romance, if there even is one, will not be cheesy (knock on would) and will not be revealed till much later in the fic. I kind of want Taylor to be the anti-hero. So I'm trying to make her the character the reader either loves or hates. I'll try to write longer chapters.

I just realized that I forgot to add Portman in the first chapter, so he'll show up in this chapie. I also changed it so that the story takes place in 2004.

The next day Taylor got up early. She quickly threw on a white softball tee with red sleeves, red soffe (it's a cheer brand. They are super comfy) shorts, and put on some running shoes. She combed her hair into a ponytail before grabbing her toothbrush and toothpaste from her shower caddy. She opened the door and walked to the community bathrooms that all the girls on her floor shared.

When she walked into the bathroom she wasn't surprised to find it empty. Only three girls from her floor, including her, had already moved in. The in state student athletes would be moving in tomorrow which was two weeks and a half before the beginning of school. All athletes grade 10 through 12 had to participated in Eden's athletic training camp.

She went to the sink and brushed her teeth. When she was done she looked at herself in the mirror and smiled at her reflection.

She grabbed her stuff and dropped it of in her and Julie's room. Julie was still asleep, which didn't surprise her since it was barely 5:40. She decided not to wake her and grabbed her softball bag, and headed to the track.

It was a bit chilly outside, but she didn't mind. The only sound that could be heard was the pitter-patter of her feet, as she walked over the dewy grass. The sun still had not risen, which she was glad for. She made it to the track and saw that it too was empty. She opened her softball bag and pulled out a beach towel and laid it down on the wet grass. She sat down on the towel and stretched for about ten minutes before standing up and running onto the track. As she was running she set the timer on her watch for twenty minutes, hoping to put in at least three miles before the timer went off.

As she ran she thought about how her afternoon went the day before. The out of state JV hockey team had been so funny. They had her laughing nonstop. They were quite a group. They had talked about their previous year at Eden, and filled her in on all the events of their freshmen year. She especially was entertained by the whole JV vs. Varsity aspect of the year. It turned out that things had scarcely calmed down after the showdown. The majority of the varsity team still held a grudge against the Ducks. Rick Riley, who Julie had said was a senior last year, was going to be one of the coaches at the camp; which basically meant Luis was screwed.

She paused her train of thought and realized that she had just finished her first mile. The sun was starting to rise and she continued running till she heard the timer go off.

"3.5 miles isn't to bad for 20 minutes." She thought out loud before once again grabbing her gear and heading towards the bating cages. She was the only out of state softball player, so the bating cages were hers for the whole day. Breakfast would be served in an hour so she decided to practice for fifteen minutes, and then go take a shower and grab a bite to eat.

When she entered the bating cages she heard her cell phone go off. She quickly reached into one of her softball bags pockets and pulled it out. She flipped it open and saw it was a call from her dad. She decided she might as well talk to him so she pushed the talk button.

"Hello?"

"Hey sweet pea. How's it going in Edina?" Her father sounded tired.

"It's great so far. I've already gotten to meet new people. And my roomie and I get along well. So how's… where are you at anyway?"

She could hear her father chuckle "I'm in New York today. Natasha and I are here for her photo shoot."

At the mere mention of that woman's name Taylor's face contorted in anger "Oh wow that's great dad. I've got a thing to do. And I don't want you to keep princess Tasha waiting."

She was about to hang up when her father's voice rose "Brooklyn (her dad calls her that) why don't you like her. She's nice to you. She even bought you those Marc Jacobs pumps you have been raving about, and the Dooney & Bourke purse you…"

"Tell her to return them. I really don't want anything from or you for the matter! Just stay out of my life!"

"Brookl-" Taylor hung up before he could continue.

She threw her phone into her bag and snatched her bat from it. She started the pitching machine and swung hard at the incoming ball. She hit it hard and the ball crashed into the opposing fence. This went on for twenty minutes. Her velocity increasing whenever her phone went off. Finally exhaustion overcame her and she turned the machine off. She numbly packed her things and headed back to the dorms.

Her body was covered in sweat and her hair was plastered against her forehead. Her clothes clung on to her body.

When she finally reached her dorm room she threw her door open startling Julie, who at the moment was collecting her toiletries.

"Jesus you scared the crap out of me" cried Julie whose hand was clutching her heart.

"Sorry" Taylor said as she put her bag in her closet. Her phone went off, but she too grabbed her shower caddy.

Julie looked puzzled "Aren't you going to get that?"

Taylor shook her head "No way. It's probably my dad, and he is the last person I want to talk to. Besides Natasha of course."

Julie still looked puzzled till a look of clarity washed over her face "Oh Natasha! The plastic bimbo!"

"Yes young grasshopper" Taylor said as she and Julie exited the room. On their short trip to the bathroom Taylor filled her in on her father and hers conversation.

Julie shook her head "so you're turning down a pair of shoes and a purse you've wanted because she bought them for you?"

Taylor walked into a shower stall "It's a matter of pride. If I accept her gifts then she would think I'm finally accepting her. And there is no way I'm ever going to give my blessings on that relationship."

Julie, who was in her own stall rolled her eyes, "Whatever. It's your deal."

Twenty Minutes Later at the Mess Hall

Julie and Taylor were in line grabbing their breakfast. Julie and Taylor settled for decent looking over-easy eggs, two strips of bacon, toast and a glass of O.J. They easily spotted the guys and sat down with them.

"Morning guys." Julie said in unison. The guys mumbled their greetings, and it was easy to see they weren't morning people.

Taylor's shower gave her a new found energy and she hummed as spread strawberry jam on her toast.

Russ glared at her "How in the world can you be so," he stopped to think of a word. Ken jumped in "Vivacious"

Russ turned to Ken "Thank you Ken, not exactly the word I was looking for, but it'll do. How can you be so vivacious this early in the morning?"

Taylor smiled "I've been up since 5:30 am bro."

"Are you crazy?" Russ asked "If you are up that early in L.A. you could be shot!" (This sad but true)

The group shook their heads and held back their laughter.

Dwayne spoke up "It's not that bad Russ. Ah used to wake up at that time to feed the hogs back home."

Everyone bit back their laughter, the last thing the group wanted to do was laugh at Dwayne's expense.

"I'm used it," Taylor said in her defense, "Every morning I get up at 5:30. Get dressed, run for twenty minutes, and practice my bating. It's called conditioning"

"And that's what we all should be doing, right guys?" A deep voice, that didn't belong to anyone at the table, said.

Everyone turned and saw Dean Portman standing there, with a breakfast tray in his hands. Everyone started talking all at once, and Dean took a seat next to Luis who sat across from Taylor. Luis patted Portman on the back.

"Portman this is Taylor. Taylor this is Portman, he's on our team."

"Hi" Taylor smiled and Dean nodded in reply "Hey"

"What took you so long foo'?" Russ asked

"My flight was cancelled yesterday. I called Fulton, and he said we should go to Adam's pad, he said we could bring friends. His parents are throwing an end of vacation bash."

"Cool," said Luis, "Taylor would you do me the honor of being my date? I mean come on, we'd be the best looking pair there."

Everyone rolled their eyes and Taylor laughed "Whatever. But don't try any funny stuff. Got that?"

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