KONNICHIWA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is the sixth episode of the first season. I hope you like it. This is going to be in someone else's pov, but when we flashback, it'll be in Wynn's, just so ya knoz. Me hopey you likey. Here it goes.

Disclaimer: Ugh. Why do I have to keep doing this?-TWC

Because you have to, duh!- Adam Banks

(groans) But I don't wanna- TWC

Well, then I guess I'll never kiss you, and no one will get to see us kick Iceland butt- Adam

Whatever, Adman. And it's Iceland ass.- TWC

Huh?- Adam

My nickname for you. I have many others, too! There's Adam-kun, Preppy McPrepPants, Mr. PeppermintStick...- TWC

Where was I? Oh, right! Me no owny The Mighty Ducks-y.- TWC (breaks out into tears)

That wasn't so hard, was it?- Adam

The Dreaming

Julie's POV

The next morning, Connie and I woke up to see that she hadn't returned. Everyone was worried. I mean, if you had yelled at a friend and practically said you never wanted to see them again, only to wake up the next day and find they have not returned? How would you fell? Her life would forever be on our consciences if something happened to her.

We were frantic, worried that she had gotten hit by a car or streetcar. This was not the start of the final day. We hardly ate breakfast.

Coach entered our dorms the next morning looking like he had gotten up on the wrong side of the bed. It looked like the return of Captain Blood. We stopped what we were doing when he strode into the room.

"I'll have you all know that I think I might have lost hearing in my right ear," he began. We stared at him, confused. "Let me put it this way, Wynn's mother called and practically verbally murdered me over the phone yesterday. Now, I've spent a lot of time thinking about what she said, and I have come to the conclusion that she was right. You all should not have yelled at Wynn the way you did." We all breathed a sigh of relief when we heard that she was all right.

"Still, she should not have kept that secret from you all for too long." He sighed. "Maybe it was my fault. Maybe if I hadn't benched her, she would not be in a hotel demanding to go home" What did he just say?

"What did you just say?" I asked, my eyes wide. Had we hurt her that badly. "She wants to go home," whispered Portman. "Can she do that?"

"Of course she can. Tonight is her final figure skating competition. After that, she's leaving." He left the room, his pervious sentence telling us what we had to do and how much time we had left. "Is anyone else feeling guilty?" I heard Charlie ask. The quiet agreement that rippled through the room was good enough for all of us.

"I've been thinking since last night, and I slept on it and I've realized that we should have given her a chance to speak," I stated. I would do anything to talk to her again, to apologize.

Just then, we heard voices coming from the dorms. "...and where do these go again?"

"In her suitcase, Hayles. What did you think she would do, carry her stuff in her arms at the airport?" someone else replied. "By the way, are you sure you don't feel like coming with us to Plano?" This time we heard Wynn's voice as she answered, "No thanks, Cody. I'd prefer Makai. I mean, I think it'll be better."

"You think? You mean you aren't sure?" another girl demanded.

"No! I'm positive! I just..." She was having second thoughts about leaving? Was that good or bad? My eyes sparkled with happiness when I realized that there was a chance we could convince her to stay with us. The voices grew louder as they came towards us. They walked into the room, a raven-haired girl glaring angrily at us. "This is them, huh? They don't look so hot and mighty. I'm gonna-"

"No," cut in Wynn sharply. "Don't bother. Leave that to me. You guys just go to the car. Remember, Aunt Hannah cannot be left alone with a motorized vehicle. Did you forget about the time she crashed into a tree- while she was in neutral position?" The black girl groaned. "Don't remind me. My mom can't drive to save her life. I hope it's not genetic." The second raven-haired girl rolled her eyes. "Of course it is, Multi. Let's go." The other eight girls left the room, leaving Wynry alone with us.

She switched her weight from left to right for a moment before speaking. "So, I guess this is the end. It's been real, and I hope you guys win. Bye." She turned to leave, then stopped, her head coming back around to face us, saying, "There was a reason I did not tell you guys about me. You only let me tell you my secret; you never let me explain. I have no idea why I'm telling you, since you obviously don't care. But I'm going to tell you, because my sister says I nearly died last night." She shuddered at the memory. My eyes grew to the size of saucers. She had nearly died last night?! Now I felt really guilty. She made her way to the tables, where she sat at the end. She reached into her pack and pulled out a bottle. Since it was held in both of her hands, we had no idea what it was.

"I almost died when I was six," she began quietly, her eyes locked on the bottle. She gave it a shake. "These are dream suppressants, and I might be addicted to them, since I've been taking them for seven years. Can you believe it?" The words she spoke were not directed at us, but at something, or someone, who was not there.

She took a deep breath, and began to explain.

"Mommy, please?" I begged. "Can't I go for the first four weeks? I promise I'll be good, and I'll help with Kenny, too! I'll even change his old smelly diapers that smell worse what P.U." I clung to my mother's shirt as she walked down the hall. "I don't know, Wynn. You want to go to summer camp. I am not sure about that, even if it's only for a month. Let me ask your father," she answered, heading into her room.

I stood on the other side of the closed door, listening and waiting. "Daisuke, I don't think this is a good idea. What if she gets hurt?" my mother said. I heard pacing, and the my father replied, "I'm not completely happy about this, either, but if we don't let her go out and make friends-"

"She'll always be lonely, even if she has everyone by her side," Mom finished. "It's settled then; she's going to summer camp. But to be safe, let's send Andrew with her."

Two weeks later, I was at Camp Goshinki in Maine, sitting in the mess hall with a camp counselor. It was Orientation Day, and all the campers were sitting in groups, chatting away aimlessly with any- and everyone. I sat on a bench, knocking my knees together and staring at nothing behind my sunglasses. I was so excited to be at my first summer camp, even if I was being watched by my brother Andy. I knew it was a big step, but I thought that if I didn't go now, I would never leave my house.

The camp director, Mr. Gibbs, stood at the podium, testing out the microphone. He cleared his throat and began to speak. "Good afternoon, campers! Welcome! I am Camp Director Gibbs! You can call me Mr. Gibbs! This summer will be great, I know it. I see many new faces here today..." He went on and on about what was planned and stuff. To me, it was boring. I was ready to head back to my cabin and walk around it a million times for practice.

At the end of orientation, I was led to my cabin with several other girls my age. We trekked uphill beyond the boys' cutoff point and up to our cabin. I sat down on the nearest bunk, which is where I put my suitcase, My bed was made, and my things unpacked, so I laid down on the cot, listening to the other girls put their things away.

Our cabin leader clapped her hands together to get our attention. " i have an announcement," said Judy. "We have a special camper we need to watch out for. Her name is Wynn, she is blind, and is in this cabin. I would like all of you to make sure you do not leave any of your things out on the floor, so she does not trip, okay?"

I blinked. Her voice was the same as my mom's when she was speaking to the triplets or Ryuho and Yukito. They always cried. I sat up, knowing that they all knew about me. I hoped they would not mind.

They did.

I thought they would not care that I was blind, and that we would become friends. I needed friends.

They did care that I was blind, and they didn't need me to be their new friend. They had each other. All I had was my nine-year-old brother who came to visit me each day when he was not busy, which he usually was.

One week into the start of camp, I was feeling very lonely. No one would play with me, since every camper now knew that I could not see. Not only did they keep their belongings off the ground, but they steered clear of me altogether. When I sat down for lunch, the only people that spoke to me were Andrew and Judy, who only checked in on me every-so-often. My brother was gone most of the time; he was either swimming or canoeing or playing games with all of the other seeing kids. And I was left alone to read and brood and stuff my face with the packages of food I had smuggled into the camp.

The end of the week was just as boring as any other day. I woke up, got dressed, and went down to the mess hall, where I sat at the end of a table, three empty spaces beside and in front of me. No one would dare speak to me other than my brother; I was a disease that was not worth catching. I was a nobody, a shadow. Shadows were silent. They were supposed to walk around unnoticed by all.

There was supposed to be a start-of-camp dance that night, and every camper was invited, including me. It was a time for us to stay up late, eat hordes of junk food, and make new friends. I did not intend to go. There would be too many things I could trip over, and then the dance would be ruined, and everyone was would hate me.

So when everyone went into the mess hall, I sat outside, listening to the crickets and other nightly sounds. It was peaceful and quiet unlike in there, where every other person was having fun.

I heard footsteps behind me, and I turned around, my head jerking in every direction so I wouldn't be overwhelmed with someone else's presence.

The person sat down next to me and said, "So you're the blind girl, huh?" The voice sounded like a boy's.

I nodded, depressed. This was definitely not the summer I had hoped for. "Yup. That's me. I'm Wynn. Who are you?" I replied, glad to have someone to talk to, if only for a minute. "I'm Josh. Josh Manning. I'm twelve."

"I'm six and a half."

We sat there for the entire dance, talking to each other about everything. I told him how upset I was that no one was speaking to me, and he said that they were just jealous because I received more attention. At that point I said, "That's not true. When I said nobody talks to me, I meant nobody, not even the grown-ups."

He gasped. "Are you serious? No one? Not even the adults?" He began to laugh, and tears welled up in my eyes, which he immediately noticed. "Don't cry, Wynn. I'll be your friend," he said softly. My eyes grew huge. "Really? You'll be my friend?" I smiled when he confirmed it. I had made my first friend at summer camp. I could not wait to write my family and tell them.

For the next week, we were inseparable. He would meet me at breakfast, and then we would go for a walk around the camp or do arts and crafts. I had once asked him if I was a burden, and he said, "Never. Never ever." Afterwards we could spend the rest of our day by the lake kicking our bare feet in the water. That was the most we could do, because I was not allowed into the lake without an adult with me, which I thought was the one sensible thing they ever said to me.

Josh was my new best friend, and we told each other everything, like our favorite colors and the things we were allergic to. He was allergic to grass and pollen, which is why he never walked barefoot through the grass or helped me pick flowers for my book. We did everything together.

Then one day during the third week, he stopped showing up to eat breakfast with me, saying he also had to hang out with his other friends. I agreed with him, and he promised he would take me to the lake later.

He never showed up. That was the first time he ever stood me up like that. It was the first time anyone had ever stood me up like that. During that time I read books in Braille. I read about the world, nature, history. I read literature, but I mostly read books on science and third grade math. I had always loved those two subjects. I learned a lot from them.

Thursday during breakfast, Josh finally came up to me and told me to meet him at the lake so that he could explain why he had been ditching me. He said he would be there during lunch, and that I was to wait for him after I ate.

So, as he asked, I made my way to the lake, my metal walking stick thumping on the dirt path. I had chosen to wear boots that day, since I wanted to go hiking, and they would protect my feet from any protruding objects lying on the ground. I stepped out onto the wooden dock, listening to the water and the animals and my feet as they tapped on the wood. I took my place near the edge of the dock. I was close, but not close enough that I would fall into the water everyone said smelled and tasted like pollen. Yuck.

I waited as the hot sun beat down on me. My mid-back length hair stuck to my bare shoulders. I sighed. He was late. I had been counting the minutes since lunch had began. Where was he?

I tapped my hand impatiently on my khaki-covered knee. What was taking him so long? Why was he forgetting me again? Was he becoming one of the ones that ran from me, or the ones that pitied me? The first thought that entered my mind was, 'Have I done something wrong? Did I force him to become my friend, to spend time with me?' The thought of losing my new friend scared me, and a lone tear dripped down my cheek and onto the dock. He wasn't coming.

I stood to leave, brushing myself off as another tear rolled down my chin. I swallowed. Oh, well. My ears perked up when I heard footsteps coming towards me. Could it be? "Joshua?" I questioned.

I received no answer. "Josh?" I implored somewhat hopefully. The footsteps stopped inches from my own shoes. One minute a hand was touching my shoulder, and the next I was falling backwards, Josh's voice ringing sinisterly in my ears. "You don't belong here, and you never will..."

Everything had happened so fast. I remember hitting the nasty water and falling beneath the surface. It took me a moment to realize where I was and what had just happened. I tired to form a complete, logical thought in my mind and came up with this: Josh used me.

And now I was drowning. My eyes snapped open in fear as I tried to find a way to escape. Then it hit me like a wave on Cypher Beach. I couldn't see; I could not move. I gasped, inhaling a mouthful of water, which I tried to cough back up as I sank deeper and deeper. I struggled to reach the surface, angry that I had not taken the time to learn how to swim again.

Five minutes went by, and I was still underwater. The only thing that was keeping me alive was the fact that I had learned to deepsea dive at the age of two. Everyone native to Hawaii learned that before anything else. The only thing keeping me alive...

I blinked, my oxygen supply depleting. My eyelids dropped. I had never thought that the water could be so frightening. I mean, there was the part about not being able to see what was under you, but I could not see at all. That made the fear balloon ten-fold. My heart pounded with so much intensity that I felt like bursting at that moment in time.

'No!' I thought. I would not let them win. They wanted me gone, I had this feeling. The only ones that cared were my ohana, my family. I would not leave them. I would not let myself die.

I would not get left behind.

The more I struggled, however, the weaker I felt. I looked down to see darkness. My boots! They were dragging me down. Reaching down with my hands, I felt around for the laces. It felt like hours had passed before I finally found them. Now I had come across a completely different obstacle. How was I to get the off? I tugged at the laces frantically, begging them to come undone. My tiny nails picked at the knots as my hair moved into my face from all of my head jerking.

I pulled once more and then one boot was free, falling down into the lake's endlessly watery depths. The water's hold on me was weakening, but so was I. I figured I had about five minutes left until I had to open my mouth and take in something, anything, even if it happened to be the water that would lead me to my death.

Frowning, I tugged at the resisting boot, cursing it to high heaven. Mom would have killed me for sure if she had known that I knew words like that. When pulling and grabbing the laces only made them tighter, I resorted to bringing my foot up and yanking at my boot, trying to pull it off. 'Stupid thing,' I grunted internally. 'Why won't you come off?" I tugged once more, and it came off, but I took in mouthfuls of water, making me delirious. I struggled to reach the surface. My nose had barely passed the surface when I took a much-needed breath of air.

Twenty minutes had gone by since I had fallen into the water. Twenty minutes since I reached the surface, but I only saw darkness. I barely noticed when I passed out.

I groaned, blinking to clear my head. What had happened? Oh wait- I remember. I was...pushed. He pushed me. Into the lake. Water was everywhere, filling my lungs. I gasped, felling breathless.

I was drowning again. I hadn't left the water. I was still drowning. I continued to thrash and gasp and choke as tears rolled freely down my cheeks. I couldn't help it. I was dying, and no one was here to help me. I now had a list of people I hated. I hated those skaters for being jerks. I hated the judges for naming me the winner at the Junior Nationals. I hated my mother and father for letting me go to camp. I hated the camp counselors for not bothering to make sure I was all right, that I was having a good time like everyone else. I hated Josh because he made me believe that I was worth something. But most of all, I hated myself. I hated myself for believing that things would be the same. I hated myself for trusting people. I hated myself for not dieing that day when I hit my head. If only I had stayed in a coma.

Someone was calling to me, reaching for me. I could hear voices, so many voices. They were calling to me, trying to save me. It was too late for me; I was almost gone. With one last struggle, I fell into yet another peaceful slumber.

"Wynn..." Who was calling?

"Wynn..." I knew that voice. It was-

"Wynry..." Momma!

"Wynry, can you hear me?" I groaned, and quickly became puzzled. If I was dead, how could I groan? Unless I was part of the living dead?! No, that couldn't be. I hear her voice again. "Wynn, if you can hear me, please wake up. We all miss you very much."

I could hear footsteps heading away from me. NO! She was leaving me! I tried to move, but failed, so I tried again, and again, and again. Each time I failed miserably. "Mommy!" I felt like screaming.

And for the third time in my life (which included the day I was born) I woke up in a hospital. They told me that I had been found facedown in the middle of the lake when the nine-year-olds had gone swimming. That meant that I had been underwater for almost an hour!

"Honey," said my dad. "You woke up once, but you were struggling like mad, like you were drowning. I-we're sorry. We should not have let you go to summer camp. If only we knew what was wrong. Every other night since you became comatose, you have been drowning in your sleep."

Another voice-a man's voice- cut in. "She's having night terrors."

I could tell everyone blinked. A female doctor warned, "Dr. House, you really shouldn't..."

"Shouldn't what? Help out a five-year-old girl whose only ailment is blindness? She's having night terrors of drowning," Dr. House cut in. "Now, why would she have night terrors? She has had two life-threatening accidents so far, but only one gave her night terrors while she was in a coma."

That was my first meeting with Dr. House. One of the nurses told me that she thought he was a little temperamental because of his bum leg and a divorce, but I actually liked him. He hated people, and I thought I felt the same way. He even dropped by my hospital room to talk to me. I never talked back.

"You know," he said one day, "Eveyone in your family is worried. You have not been sleeping because of your night terrors. Now, I think that since we cannot get rid of them, we can suppress them." He shook a bottle of what sounded like pills. "These are dream suppressants. They let you sleep without feeling anything, including night terrors. Do you think taking them is a good idea or not?"

I nodded. I would take anything to rid myself of those nasty things that tried to kill me each night. That night, before I went to bed, I swallowed one of those pills. They worked, and they became what kept me clinging to this world. I felt like a burden to my family. I was blind, mute, and in a hospital. My life could not get worse.

But it did. While I was in the hospital, Dr. House became my shrink. I didn't want a shrink, but he was the only person I acknowledged. Everyone else received a cold shoulder. The most I gave him was a nod. Even without my night terrors, I still didn't sleep often, nor did I eat. I became a lifeless corpse of self-induced depression. He had made me this way, and I would hate him forever. I hoped he would fall off a diving board and die. He had not even bothered to visit me in the hospital. The coward was probably angry that I was still living.

I wished I had died when he pushed me.

For two whole weeks, whenever Dr. House wasn't busy solving someone's illness or being a nuisance to everyone at the clinic, he was talking to me in his usual gruff tone. He tried to get me to come out of my shell, but I refused to die.

Suddenly, I felt like talking, even when I knew no one was listening. "He left me, you know, to drown. He didn't even care that I could have died. I trusted him, and he hurt me! I'll never trust anyone ever again!"

I'm not sure if anyone was standing by the door when I shouted my proclamation, but I could have sworn I heard a cane tapping down the hall. If he had been there, he would be the only one that ever knew.

When I got out of the hospital, I stayed in Connecticut for a few days before heading back to Makai. Even there, I still kept to myself, and I rarely spoke to anyone without a good enough reason. Andrew apologized profusely for letting me down, for not being with me. I think he knew as well, because he swore the next time he saw Josh, he would kill him. I could never tell. With twelve children under the age of ten, I could not let anything happen to us.

If we went to court about this, the worst he would most likely get would be a few months of community service. My daddy was studying to be a lawyer and a hockey player, so he would know what to do about this sort of thing. Then there were lawyer fees and all that other grown up stuff. The mean grown up man who would yell at me and accuse me of something was also added. In the end, I decided not to tell.

Ever. But I did anyway, and I forced them not to sue anyone. I could not bring anyone else into this mess.

Eventually, I got my voice back, and I started to open up to my extended family. We still went on trips and had fun, but for the next three years, I was never the same little girl I used to be. A lost my childhood when I became blind, and I lost respect for myself when I almost died. I would never get that back, not for a long time.

She shook the pills in her hand, sighing. I nearly sobbed from hearing her tale. Who could do something like that to an innocent child? That was so unfair. "You guys are the first I've ever told face to face. I want you all to know that I take back some of the things that I said yesterday, and that I hope you kick Iceland ass tonight. You guys deserve to win." She stood up, placed the bottle back into her backpack, and zipped it closed. Putting it on her back, she gracefully walked out the door without another glance.

We sat in silence for ten whole minutes before Averman said, "Wow. I guess I understand why she wouldn't want to tell us. I never knew someone could go through so much in less than a year."

Goldberg frowned slightly. 'Yeah, but it doesn't look like she'll be staying with us. Who could blame her? We really screwed up this time."

How could we have been so stupid? Right now, I did not feel like playing hockey. I did not feel like doing anything. We had to get Wynn to come with us. But how?

Luis spoke up suddenly. "Remember when she started yelling at us in another language?"

"Italian." Adam offered.

"And she said something about one of us-"

"Me," Adam cut in.

Luis glared at him. "What did she say? And if we're going to convince Wynn to stay, I say we let Banksie do the talking. He knows her better than the rest of us." We all nodded in agreement. "Yeah. You should do it, Adam," Dwayne encouraged. Adam sighed eventually, giving in to our sweet talk. "You guys think I can do it? You think I can convince her to come back?"

Connie and I nodded eagerly. "To tell you the truth, when us girls were talking, she said she might have had a crush on one of you guys. Personally, I think it's you," Connie said. Adam's eyes lit up with happiness. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah, man." That was Jesse. "We've all noticed. She likes you." Nodding, Adam walked off in search of Wynn. I glanced at Connie. "I really hope he can convince her."

Connie nodded. "I hope she really likes him."

Well, that's the chapter. I dunno why Wynn's flashbacks were so darned long. I'm happy, though. If they weren't, the chapters would be a lot shorter. Also, I've realized that this is not much of a comedy, unless you have a sick mind. So I have changed the 'comedy' to 'general'. The second part will be comedy, cause it's gonna be part of the movie! Please review my fellow readers.

Keep the peace

The Wind Charmer