I know I know, I really shouldn't be starting a new story but I couldn't
help myself. I tried to make this one sound different, but I don't know how
successful I was.. Sorry! Alright there are a couple of things you need to
know!
Adam in a year younger than the Ducks.
2. Adam never became a duck, so this is them meeting up years later at
Eden Hall.
I think that all, the rest should be pretty self explanatory, but let me know if your confused. I take credit for the characters Jason, Alexia and Nick. Well anyway this just popped into my head and it turned into seven pages so here is the first chapter! Review please, because I have no idea weather or not this is going anywhere!
Walking around the baron bedroom a silver picture frames caught my eye. I picked up the photo. I found myself intrigued by the eight by ten glossy portrait. I'd known these people my entire life but in this very picture I could barley recognize them. The unknown people all sitting together smiling, enjoying one and others company. Looking at each I can't help but feel jealous of those people, they are truly happy.
But in my fifteen years of life I've learned one thing above all else appearance can be deceiving.
My Father name is Philip Christopher Banks the third. He is a nearly forty- year-old lawyer. He's sacrificed a lot for this family, and he reminds us of it all the time. He's not a bad man and never will be. I do love my Father, I always will. He's just a bust man. He's late for everything, birthdays, recitals, hockey games. He just never really writes us into his bust schedule. I've never felt particularly close to my Father, epically when I see the look in his eyes. Disappointments, lost dreams, and yet strangely hope fur the future. At the impressive age of twenty-four my Father got what he wanted more than anything else, an NHL draft. But he never went on to play. My Mother found out she was expecting me, and refused to raise my older brother and me all alone. He's never said it out loud but he's always held that against me. Not just because I'm the reason he didn't get to play but also because I'm better than he ever was.
My mother is the most stunning woman I have ever seen. I know everyone thinks that when there younger, a small child whose mother is the greatest most beautiful women on earth. But my Mother is the most beautiful person most people have ever seen. Even into her late thirty's she is a stunning woman. Her name is Alexia Juliet Simpson Banks. She is nearly as tall as my Father standing at 5'10. She's has sparkling blue eyes and brown hair and deeply tanned skin. She's been a model for years. Always jetting off to somewhere for some photo shoot. My Mother is not the stay at home bake cookies type. She always had places to go things to see. But unlike my Father she did not take us as the ending of her career, more as an unusual challenge. She took us with her as much as possible. She loves my brother and dearly, she just can't see how much we need her.
My older brother's name is Jason. He takes after my father with the same dark hair and green eyes. My older brother and I have a very weird relationship. Because while Father was always busy and Mom just seemed to have things she would rather be doing Jason always made time. He wanted to be there. Now I'm not going to tell you some amazing story about some wonder boy. He just talks to me, he knows about everything in my life. He is the person who taught me how to skate, he's been to every game I've ever played in, he's been to every piano recital, and has helped my pass every grade with a 4.0. But to a little kid, that's all it takes. Even know he'll always be my older, cooler brother, who if I need him he'll be there.
Finally there is me. I was about nine when the photo was taken. I've always taken after my mother in resemblance. I have the same blue eyes, with blondish hair that no one is really sure where it comes from. I've haven't had a bad life by any means, quite the opposite in fact. Coming from a wealthy family I've never worried about money, I doubt I ever will. You could call me quite or shy, but I just like to observe people rather than jump in and be the center of attention. I've been playing the piano since I was five. It's always been a huge part of my life. Music is the one thing I do that's not expected of me. I do love hockey but it's not something I necessarily chose. I learned how to skate when I was four years old. By seven I was on the best hockey team in the state. Now eight years later I'm leaving for the best prep school in on the east coast. I know my acceptance is something I earned through an impressive GPA, but I can't help but feel that my Father's very large donations, and his alumni standing are the only reason they took me. The school has one of the best hockey programs around. It feed straight into the best college that feeds straight to the minors. Jason keeps telling me to not worry about, just to make the team first but I can't help it. I was not blessed with his laid back attitude. Which thinking about it is probably the reason I don't make friends easily. To people my age I come off stiff and a goody goody. But that's just who I am.
I hate starting new schools. Call it the fear of the unknown. But this time it's a little worse, my Father thinks it will be good for me to live in the dorms like everyone else. My brother seems to think it might be good for me too. He's a senior over at Eden Hall and has been living in the dorms for quite a while. He plays varsity on the Eden hall warriors.
"You almost ready?" Jason pops his head into the door. I look at him silent for a minute and he smiles at me reassuringly.
"Yea, I think so." I nod at him. I grabbed the two bags off my bed and follow him down stairs. Sometimes it really sucks living in such a big house. My hand was killing me by the time I got to the front door thankfully my Father took one from me. We loaded up all of my things into the back of my car. I know I'm only fifteen but I had to have something to learn on. It's my Fathers old Mersadies, he went and bought himself a new one.
"Oh Adam," my Mom yells coming out to say goodbye. She had a meeting or something and wasn't going to be able to help. "Now you remember to call me tonight, Oh I'm going to miss my baby." She said giving me a big hug.
"I will mom. And I'll miss you too." I said returning the affection.
"You're smothering the boy Alexia." My Father said growing impatient. I let go and got into the car. My Dad and Jason sat upfront and me in the back. How this was fair I still don't know epically since it's my car but I didn't bother to argue.
It was actually a pretty long drive to Eden Hall. I sat back listing to my Father list off his acceptations of my behavior and crap like that. I didn't roll my eyes or anything I knew better than that. I just sat quietly starring out the window, saying "Yes Father," every now and then for good measure.
Eden Hall stood large and impressive. I got out of the car and followed my Father over to the Dean's office.
"Ah, Phil It's so nice to see you again." The Dean said he was totally being a kiss ass. "Now can I get you anything?"
"No thank you I am fine. Now these are my sons, you know Jason and Adam." He said motioning to us. "Nice to see you again Dean." My brother says politely.
"Yes it is, welcome back Jason. And it's very nice to meet you Adam." He said extending his hand to me I shake it replying the pleasantries.
"It's nice to meet you too, sir."
"He's such a well behaved young man. How did you and your wife have such charming children?" He said smooching a little more. "Now lets get Adam settled into the freshman dorms." He said leading us of. Jason and I fall back letting the Dean and my Father talk.
"That's the cafeteria," Jason said when we passed the large building, "Over there is the hockey rink, and up ahead is the senior dorms." I took a mental note of every building he pointed to.
We finally reached the building I would be staying in. There was a lot of hustle and bustle of people, like me, moving in. The hallways were fairly crowded and I was on the third floor. Finally reaching my room I walked in to study it. It was fairly small but I knew I would live. The Dean made sure I shared with a fellow alumni member's son. His name was Nick Larson. My brain automatically went back to peewees. We had technically been hawks together, but I'd never really clicked with anyone on the team outside of games and practice.
"Now about hockey. We hadn't discussed this yet but you know Adam plays." I heard my Dad say to the dean.
"Another hockey star in the family," he said with a smile over in my direction, "Well I'll have to talk to the new hockey coach. Coach Orion. But I'm sure there will be room on the team for Adam, epically if he's anything like Jason is." I couldn't help but do a tiny eye roll. Dad was so obsessed.
"Hey squirt lets go down and grab you stuff and then you get to help me with mine." Jason said. I nodded and followed after him. Lugging my bag was harder than I had imagined. I flopped down on the floor the moment I got in. Jason threw the other down on my bed.
"Hey," I turned to see who I presume is my roommate.
"Hi," I reply suddenly nervous.
"I'm Nick, your roommate."
"I'm Adam and that's my older brother Jason."
"Hey." Jason said from behind me.
We both turned awkwardly and both stared working on emptying our bags. Jason sat up my cd played while I filled up my drawers folding everything. Jason wanted me to loosen up so he pooped in my favorite cd and started pushing me around.
"I love this cd." Nick said.
"It's Adams favorite. I swear he's listen to it a million times." Jason said responding for me
"I can talk Jason."
"Really I never would have guessed." I threw the clothes in my hand at him.
"Oh no you didn't." He said grabbing the pillow off my bed clobbering me with the thing. In the process of our little mini fight I ended up on the floor wrestling him slightly. He could beat my ass easily.
"Jason." I finally squealed when I was running out of breath.
"What is going on in here?" My Father stood in the doorway.
Jason and I both sat up on the floor. "Nothing Dad. I'm sorry." I said picking up all the stuff we had thrown.
"That is unacceptable Adam. Get out here." My Father nearly yelled at me for about ten minutes. It was actually kind of fun to watch him struggle to keep his cool. He informed that I was letting this family down, that I could not mess this one up. Jason stepped out in the hallway after we'd been gone for oh twenty minutes.
"Get off him Dad. We were just messing around. It's not like he dropped his pants at the welcome back ceremony." Jason said leaning against the wall.
My Dad actually nodded, "Fine just behave. I better get back to the office anyway." He turned to leave not saying another word.
"Thanks for saving me."
"Hey no prob. What am I here for?" He said lightly punching my shoulder, "Now we gotta go get my stuff out of the car before he drives off."
"But that's my car." I said following after him.
"I know. We'll go Tommrow and get our cars over here. But he's got to get home some how, and you have the biggest trunk."
We grabbed his bags out of the trunk and I followed him back to his dorm. He already knew his roommate, a fellow varsity member. I stuck around for about twenty minutes before I headed back to my room. I love Jason, but he was hangin out with his friends and I hate felling like I'm tagging along When I got back to my room my room mate had split so I settled into unpacking.
2. Adam never became a duck, so this is them meeting up years later at
Eden Hall.
I think that all, the rest should be pretty self explanatory, but let me know if your confused. I take credit for the characters Jason, Alexia and Nick. Well anyway this just popped into my head and it turned into seven pages so here is the first chapter! Review please, because I have no idea weather or not this is going anywhere!
Walking around the baron bedroom a silver picture frames caught my eye. I picked up the photo. I found myself intrigued by the eight by ten glossy portrait. I'd known these people my entire life but in this very picture I could barley recognize them. The unknown people all sitting together smiling, enjoying one and others company. Looking at each I can't help but feel jealous of those people, they are truly happy.
But in my fifteen years of life I've learned one thing above all else appearance can be deceiving.
My Father name is Philip Christopher Banks the third. He is a nearly forty- year-old lawyer. He's sacrificed a lot for this family, and he reminds us of it all the time. He's not a bad man and never will be. I do love my Father, I always will. He's just a bust man. He's late for everything, birthdays, recitals, hockey games. He just never really writes us into his bust schedule. I've never felt particularly close to my Father, epically when I see the look in his eyes. Disappointments, lost dreams, and yet strangely hope fur the future. At the impressive age of twenty-four my Father got what he wanted more than anything else, an NHL draft. But he never went on to play. My Mother found out she was expecting me, and refused to raise my older brother and me all alone. He's never said it out loud but he's always held that against me. Not just because I'm the reason he didn't get to play but also because I'm better than he ever was.
My mother is the most stunning woman I have ever seen. I know everyone thinks that when there younger, a small child whose mother is the greatest most beautiful women on earth. But my Mother is the most beautiful person most people have ever seen. Even into her late thirty's she is a stunning woman. Her name is Alexia Juliet Simpson Banks. She is nearly as tall as my Father standing at 5'10. She's has sparkling blue eyes and brown hair and deeply tanned skin. She's been a model for years. Always jetting off to somewhere for some photo shoot. My Mother is not the stay at home bake cookies type. She always had places to go things to see. But unlike my Father she did not take us as the ending of her career, more as an unusual challenge. She took us with her as much as possible. She loves my brother and dearly, she just can't see how much we need her.
My older brother's name is Jason. He takes after my father with the same dark hair and green eyes. My older brother and I have a very weird relationship. Because while Father was always busy and Mom just seemed to have things she would rather be doing Jason always made time. He wanted to be there. Now I'm not going to tell you some amazing story about some wonder boy. He just talks to me, he knows about everything in my life. He is the person who taught me how to skate, he's been to every game I've ever played in, he's been to every piano recital, and has helped my pass every grade with a 4.0. But to a little kid, that's all it takes. Even know he'll always be my older, cooler brother, who if I need him he'll be there.
Finally there is me. I was about nine when the photo was taken. I've always taken after my mother in resemblance. I have the same blue eyes, with blondish hair that no one is really sure where it comes from. I've haven't had a bad life by any means, quite the opposite in fact. Coming from a wealthy family I've never worried about money, I doubt I ever will. You could call me quite or shy, but I just like to observe people rather than jump in and be the center of attention. I've been playing the piano since I was five. It's always been a huge part of my life. Music is the one thing I do that's not expected of me. I do love hockey but it's not something I necessarily chose. I learned how to skate when I was four years old. By seven I was on the best hockey team in the state. Now eight years later I'm leaving for the best prep school in on the east coast. I know my acceptance is something I earned through an impressive GPA, but I can't help but feel that my Father's very large donations, and his alumni standing are the only reason they took me. The school has one of the best hockey programs around. It feed straight into the best college that feeds straight to the minors. Jason keeps telling me to not worry about, just to make the team first but I can't help it. I was not blessed with his laid back attitude. Which thinking about it is probably the reason I don't make friends easily. To people my age I come off stiff and a goody goody. But that's just who I am.
I hate starting new schools. Call it the fear of the unknown. But this time it's a little worse, my Father thinks it will be good for me to live in the dorms like everyone else. My brother seems to think it might be good for me too. He's a senior over at Eden Hall and has been living in the dorms for quite a while. He plays varsity on the Eden hall warriors.
"You almost ready?" Jason pops his head into the door. I look at him silent for a minute and he smiles at me reassuringly.
"Yea, I think so." I nod at him. I grabbed the two bags off my bed and follow him down stairs. Sometimes it really sucks living in such a big house. My hand was killing me by the time I got to the front door thankfully my Father took one from me. We loaded up all of my things into the back of my car. I know I'm only fifteen but I had to have something to learn on. It's my Fathers old Mersadies, he went and bought himself a new one.
"Oh Adam," my Mom yells coming out to say goodbye. She had a meeting or something and wasn't going to be able to help. "Now you remember to call me tonight, Oh I'm going to miss my baby." She said giving me a big hug.
"I will mom. And I'll miss you too." I said returning the affection.
"You're smothering the boy Alexia." My Father said growing impatient. I let go and got into the car. My Dad and Jason sat upfront and me in the back. How this was fair I still don't know epically since it's my car but I didn't bother to argue.
It was actually a pretty long drive to Eden Hall. I sat back listing to my Father list off his acceptations of my behavior and crap like that. I didn't roll my eyes or anything I knew better than that. I just sat quietly starring out the window, saying "Yes Father," every now and then for good measure.
Eden Hall stood large and impressive. I got out of the car and followed my Father over to the Dean's office.
"Ah, Phil It's so nice to see you again." The Dean said he was totally being a kiss ass. "Now can I get you anything?"
"No thank you I am fine. Now these are my sons, you know Jason and Adam." He said motioning to us. "Nice to see you again Dean." My brother says politely.
"Yes it is, welcome back Jason. And it's very nice to meet you Adam." He said extending his hand to me I shake it replying the pleasantries.
"It's nice to meet you too, sir."
"He's such a well behaved young man. How did you and your wife have such charming children?" He said smooching a little more. "Now lets get Adam settled into the freshman dorms." He said leading us of. Jason and I fall back letting the Dean and my Father talk.
"That's the cafeteria," Jason said when we passed the large building, "Over there is the hockey rink, and up ahead is the senior dorms." I took a mental note of every building he pointed to.
We finally reached the building I would be staying in. There was a lot of hustle and bustle of people, like me, moving in. The hallways were fairly crowded and I was on the third floor. Finally reaching my room I walked in to study it. It was fairly small but I knew I would live. The Dean made sure I shared with a fellow alumni member's son. His name was Nick Larson. My brain automatically went back to peewees. We had technically been hawks together, but I'd never really clicked with anyone on the team outside of games and practice.
"Now about hockey. We hadn't discussed this yet but you know Adam plays." I heard my Dad say to the dean.
"Another hockey star in the family," he said with a smile over in my direction, "Well I'll have to talk to the new hockey coach. Coach Orion. But I'm sure there will be room on the team for Adam, epically if he's anything like Jason is." I couldn't help but do a tiny eye roll. Dad was so obsessed.
"Hey squirt lets go down and grab you stuff and then you get to help me with mine." Jason said. I nodded and followed after him. Lugging my bag was harder than I had imagined. I flopped down on the floor the moment I got in. Jason threw the other down on my bed.
"Hey," I turned to see who I presume is my roommate.
"Hi," I reply suddenly nervous.
"I'm Nick, your roommate."
"I'm Adam and that's my older brother Jason."
"Hey." Jason said from behind me.
We both turned awkwardly and both stared working on emptying our bags. Jason sat up my cd played while I filled up my drawers folding everything. Jason wanted me to loosen up so he pooped in my favorite cd and started pushing me around.
"I love this cd." Nick said.
"It's Adams favorite. I swear he's listen to it a million times." Jason said responding for me
"I can talk Jason."
"Really I never would have guessed." I threw the clothes in my hand at him.
"Oh no you didn't." He said grabbing the pillow off my bed clobbering me with the thing. In the process of our little mini fight I ended up on the floor wrestling him slightly. He could beat my ass easily.
"Jason." I finally squealed when I was running out of breath.
"What is going on in here?" My Father stood in the doorway.
Jason and I both sat up on the floor. "Nothing Dad. I'm sorry." I said picking up all the stuff we had thrown.
"That is unacceptable Adam. Get out here." My Father nearly yelled at me for about ten minutes. It was actually kind of fun to watch him struggle to keep his cool. He informed that I was letting this family down, that I could not mess this one up. Jason stepped out in the hallway after we'd been gone for oh twenty minutes.
"Get off him Dad. We were just messing around. It's not like he dropped his pants at the welcome back ceremony." Jason said leaning against the wall.
My Dad actually nodded, "Fine just behave. I better get back to the office anyway." He turned to leave not saying another word.
"Thanks for saving me."
"Hey no prob. What am I here for?" He said lightly punching my shoulder, "Now we gotta go get my stuff out of the car before he drives off."
"But that's my car." I said following after him.
"I know. We'll go Tommrow and get our cars over here. But he's got to get home some how, and you have the biggest trunk."
We grabbed his bags out of the trunk and I followed him back to his dorm. He already knew his roommate, a fellow varsity member. I stuck around for about twenty minutes before I headed back to my room. I love Jason, but he was hangin out with his friends and I hate felling like I'm tagging along When I got back to my room my room mate had split so I settled into unpacking.