So, here's Chapter 2 for 'Who is She?' for 'The Mighty Ducks'…I'm really happy about Esme…I just hope that Canard likes her…He is Wildwing's best friend after all
Disclaim: I Do NOT Own 'The Mighty Ducks' (cartoon)
Chapter 2
Esme skated up to her house. She sat at the bottom steps and started unlacing her skates. She put them next to her on the porch and pulled her leather, biker boots out of her bag. She slipped them on and laced them up. She put her skates in her bag.
The front door of her house opened. She looked over her shoulder and saw her mom. Her mom looked at her.
"Hey, baby."
"Hey, momma."
"How was your day?"
"It was good."
"That's good. Well, I need to get going. I'm going to be working late at the hospital, so I won't be back until tomorrow night. So, I need you to walk your brother to school tomorrow morning and get him from school. Okay?"
Esme knew that it was useless to argue with her mom, because their was no one else to take care of her brother. She stood up and looked at her mother.
"All right, mom. I'll take care of it."
Her mother pulled Esme into a hug.
She pulled away and looked at her oldest daughter.
"I don't know what I do without you. I hate having to take you away from being a teenager."
Esme shook her head.
"Mom, it's fine. Go ahead and get to work."
"All right. I love you and make sure that your brother does not stay up past ten."
"I will."
Esme watched her mom skate away. The inner part of her was screaming away. She hated having to baby sister her little brother. She always wished that he was old enough to take care of himself, but she didn't complain and her brother was only a kid once. She grabbed her bag and walked in her house.
She saw her brother, Connor, sitting on the couch, watching his favorite cartoon.
"Hey, squirt."
Her little brother looked at her.
"Hey,"
She put her bag down.
"Have you eaten anything?"
He shook his head.
"You want something?"
He nodded his head.
"What do you want?"
"Some mac and cheese."
"All right."
She went to the kitchen and started making her and her brother's dinner.
(An hour later)
Connor was sitting at the table, while Esme was finishing up his dinner. She put the plate of mac and cheese in front of him and watched him eat. She would eat later.
"Do you have a good day?"
He nodded at her.
She was use to her brother nodding and shaking his head at almost everything she asked him.
"Do you have any homework?"
He looked at her.
"And don't shake your head."
"Yeah,"
"Is there anything you don't understand?"
He gave her a simple nod.
"All right. You just show me and I'll help you."
He gave her a simple nod.
"Go ahead and eat."
She walked out of the kitchen and started going up to her room, grabbing her bag.
Esme walked into her room. She threw her bag to the floor and layed on her bed. School and babysitting her baby brother was tiring. She closed her eyes and her thoughts ran back to the white mallard whose brother ran into her. He was actually really cute if she thought about it. Her eyes shot open and she shot up on her bed.
'What am I saying? I just met him for Drake DuCaine's sake!"
There was a knock at her bedroom door.
"Esme,"
"Come in, Connor."
The door opened and Connor came in. He had his bookbag in his hand. He closed the door and walked over to her bed. He sat Indian style on her bed and pulled out his homework. She helped her brother with his homework.
(Two hours later)
Esme and Connor were sitting on the couch, watching TV. They both got on each other's nerves, but at the end of the day they were always there for each other.
Connor moved over and sat on his sister's lap. He usually did that when he was getting tired. She looked at him.
"Are you tired?"
He shook his head.
That's a sign she knew too well. She knew it a matter of seconds he would be out like a light.
She looked at her brother and saw that he was dead asleep. She smiled. She picked up the small, dark brown duck and started carrying him up the stairs. She opened his bedroom door and walked inside. She pulled back his blanket, placed him on the bed and covered him up. She turned on his night light. He kept telling her that he didn't need a night light, but if he woke up in the middle of the night he would sleep in her room that night. She walked out of the room and cracked the door.
She walked down the stairs and was about to sit on the couch, until there was a knock at her front door. She walked over to the door and looked out of the peep hole. She felt her heart hammer against her ribcage.
It was Wildwing!
She unlocked and opened the door.
He smiled at her.
"Hey,"
"Hey,"
"What are you doing here?"
"Oh, I just wanted to see you."
She raised an eyebrow at him.
"Yeah, it's freezing at night and you just wanted to come and see me."
He was glad that she couldn't see him blush.
"Okay. I was wondering if you were going to the game tomorrow night."
"Uh, well, my mom is working at the hospital, until tomorrow afternoon. I really don't know if I can come."
She saw the disapointed look on his face and she felt a ping of guilt.
"But I'll try."
His face lit up.
"So, I'll see you at school tomorrow?"
"Yeah,"
"Well, I'll get going. Night."
"Night,"
She watched him skate away, before she closed and locked the door. She let out a deep sigh. She hadn't dated anybody ever since her past and she had a bad past. She wasn't really looking to find a guy, but it wouldn't hurt to talk to Wildwing.
She walked up the stairs to her room. She walked in her room and closed the door. She changed into an black and red AC/DC tank and a pair of white zebra print shorts. She layed down in her bed and curled up with her blanket. She closed her eyes. Her thoughts kept drifting back to the white mallard. She didn't know why, but ever since she met Wildwing she couldn't stop thinking about him.
She closed her eyes and fell into the blackness.
DarkAlice0342: So, there's Chapter 2 for 'Who is She?'…The next chapter is going to be for Esme's dream…I hope ya'll liked it….
Oh, yeah, a little note, before I go I plan on writing a story called 'Criminal Past'…It has to do with Esme and Duke:)
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