A Different Scene
Disclaimer : The Mighty Ducks were created by Steven Brill and owned by Walt Disney Pictures.
This story starring the Ducks puts them in a very different situation and different environment. They attend a school (not Eden Hall) which carries a different school system. In this story they're in 10th grade. I guess the rest of the story will explain the rest.
Chap 1 : Look at You.. HaHa..
Julie's POV
"Julie get up!" someone shrieked from the bathroom. She rolled over, her eyes still shut. "Julie!!!" came the voice again, even louder this time. Or maybe, in a higher pitch. 180 decibels. No. Make that 200.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Damn, that girl can scream. What time is it anyway? She opened her eyes and tried to focus on the red digits on the dresser. 5.46? AM? Oh God.. when was the last time she was woken up early? Then she remembered. First day of school. Normally she loved school. Because she was good at it. But NOT when it had to start at 7am. Yes, some idiot head from the government had this stupid idea to "discipline teenagers". More like a severe case of insanity.
"You've got to see this! I look.. ugh!" Connie screamed again from the bathroom. I threw aside my blanket and trudged to the bathroom down the hall.
"What?" I half-opened my eyes and yawned. "Look at.. THIS!" she yelled. Now I was wide awake. She looked.. plain. Not ugly or awful or anything like that. But, just not.. HER. And her, is tall beautiful Connie who always looked great in anything. My best friend, to be exact.
"What is that?" I asked incredulously. My mind started reeling. Why was she wearing that to school? A white button down collared shirt and a plain blue skirt that hung halfway down to her feet. Her hair was pulled back in a long braid. The ickiest thing was the maroon tie. Not to mention a little nametag which she had pinned on the left pocket of the shirt?
"Hello? Our new uniforms?" she practically shrieked. "I look like.. a nun!"
Oh.. our uniforms. Wait, uniforms? Now that had totally slipped my mind. I stuffed mine in the closet as soon as it was delivered to us. I hadn't even looked at it yet. I rushed to put it on. When I looked in the mirror, I felt like dying. At least Connie looked decent in it. I could pass off as a freak. A nerd. I looked awful!
"Err.. Julie?"
"What?" I whirled around, startled by the voice. Obviously, she'd gotten over it. "Sheesh.. don't scare me like that." I felt very awkward in the whole attire. How was going to face the rest of the Ducks?
"Sorry.. Just that you've got your skirt the other way round.." she covered her mouth and tried to stifled a laugh. I looked back into the mirror. Right, I had the zipper in front of the skirt instead of the back. I turned bright red with embarrassment. Stupid skirt.
"Don't you girls just look so cute in that!" Mrs. Moreau squealed as we descended the stairs. I cringed. Isn't it a little too early for the "little sunshine" act? Connie grimaced, "Thanks a lot mom."
Mr. Moreau snorted from behind the newspaper he was reading. "I think it's sensible." That's Mr. Moreau for you. Mr. Practicality. Normally I loved his gruffness and straightforward attitude, but not when I look like this. I'd be laughed right out of school. I just know it. I moved in with the Moreaus ever since I started attending Crossway High in Minnesota. I could've stayed back home. But I wanted to keep playing hockey with the Ducks. Being with a different team would feel totally weird. So far it's been cool. But that didn't mean I liked everything there was about this household. Mrs. Moreau was too girlish for me and Connie's brat brother was just as annoying as my own, only maybe worse. Still, it felt like home. Almost.
I glanced down at my plate. We were having French toast for breakfast. Why did Mrs. Moreau have to whip up my favourite food when I just didn't have the appetite? I tried to tune out as Connie starting whining from across the table about how ridiculous these uniforms were. I wish she would just shut up. She didn't even look half as bad as I did. Matt, the evil brat was teasing her and making funny faces. I poked at my plate while I thought of a way I could get out of this. Before I knew it, we were already in the car. And I was stuck.
A wave of dread washed over me as Connie and I walked up to the school gates. Mr. Moreau had lectured us all the way to the school about concentrating on our studies and playing hard in hockey and keeping away from boys. Well, not the other Ducks, but well, you know what I mean. I hardly need to explain. He was directing this part of the speech to Connie mostly. Why weren't we surprised? The only guy he liked and approved of was Guy. And as we all know, they'd broken up months ago. But that wasn't my first concern at the moment. Not when I felt someone tapping me on the back.
"Hey babe!"
I winced. Who else? It had to be Portman. One of these days, I swear I'm going to kill him. I just hope we won't miss him too much when we go up against the Drake Pointers. Those guys were brutal. My arm was still sore from the deliberate crash into the goal from one of them.
"Stop calling me babe!" I yelled at him. I turned around completely so I could kick him in the shins. But then I remembered suddenly, I was wearing a skirt. Partly because it felt strangely airy and a little cold and another because of the sight of Portman in his uniform. Like us, he was wearing the same button down collared shirt, tie and name tag. But because he was a BOY, he got to wear these army green pants which were straight cut. He looked like a nerd. My first instinct was to laugh at him, but I was fully aware that he was staring at me as well. Like he doesn't see me in practice everyday.
"Haha! You look... like... hahahhahahhah!" he started laughing. I shoved him and grabbed Connie by the arm. I didn't stop until we'd climb the 3 levels of stairs to our classroom. I released her when I noticed she was glaring at me.
"What was that for?" she asked, nursing her arm. "Sorry," I mumbled and smoothed my skirt. I tried to figure out a way to make my shirt look tidy. Sheesh, the material was so thin you could see your bra through that. Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder and I screamed on impulse. I was a wreck of nerves this morning.
"Hey.. hey.. take it easy Gaffney. What's the big idea?" asked Charlie as he came up from behind. "Oh I see," he pointed at our uniforms and snorted.
"What's that suppose to mean?" Connie asked defensively, hands on hips and glared menacingly at him. I could tell she was just as uncomfortable as I am.
"Nothing! Just that you look like.. nuns," he said, not bothering to control his laughter at this point.
Connie stamped on his foot and stormed into the classroom. "Ow! Cool it lady.. I was only.. hahahhahaha.. joking," he laughed some more. I threw him a disgusted look and walked into my own classroom which was next to Connie's. In addition to the new uniforms, one other thing that they'd changed was the class arrangements. Instead of changing classes after every subject, we were stuck in one classroom for the entire day. They divided us into classes according to our grades. Just my luck, most of the Ducks were in the next class. The only upside to this system was, instead of ending at 3 in the afternoon, school let out at 12.40 noon.
Standing in front of the classroom, I suddenly felt self-conscious again. I felt a dozen pairs of eyes staring at me. I felt like a trapped mouse. Where do I sit? I tried to scan the room for a familiar face. Calm down.. calm down.. just find an empty chair and hide behind it.
"Julie!" someone called out behind me. I could've jumped six feet into the air until I saw who it was, then I wished the floor would just open up and swallow me in. Not only because I knew I looked horrendous but because he looked breathtakingly handsome in his uniform. I know, how could anyone look good in that? But he did. That's just one of the amazing things about Adam, he looked gorgeous in ANYTHING. Or maybe that's just the way I saw it. Adam Banks could do no wrong. He was perfect in my book.
"Hi," I smiled and waved at him awkwardly. He stared at me as if he'd never seen me before. I held my bag to my chest, hoping to hide whatever that he might be looking at. Not that he was looking at anything in particular but I just wanted to make sure that.. oh well.. He blushed and looked at the floor. I blushed too. Now what? Were we going to stand there till the teacher comes in? I hope not. But I couldn't think of anything to say and strange enough, my feet were permanently nailed to the floor.
The door swung open and practically knocked Adam into me. I clutched the nearest table to keep myself, and Adam from falling over. "Hi guys! Ready to roll?" Guy popped out from behind it, oblivious to the crash that he'd caused. Now I was positive that everyone who was in the classroom was staring at the little commotion. Adam quickly got up and regained his balance. He was still blushing. And from the heat radiating from my face, I knew I was as well.
"Ready like Freddie," he muttered and grinned sheepishly at me. I glanced away hurriedly and set my eyes somewhere else. Anywhere else, as long as I didn't have to see those pale blue eyes. Before I got trapped in them again. We quickly found seats in the middle of the room. A few seconds after we'd sat down, Kenny joined us. The guys started a heated conversation on last night's game. Minnesota Waves vs. New York Rangers.
I drifted into my own thoughts. We were the only 4 Ducks in that class. That's the luck you get for "studying too much" as Averman had kindly put it a week ago when we found out about the arrangements. Was it a crime bring an A student? He, Goldberg, Portman and Fulton were in the third class. And guess how the classes are named? 10A, 10B and 10C. Right, as in A for A students and so forth. Of course, we were Science students. So that makes us 10A Science I guess. How original.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Adam glance at me. No way. It couldn't be. He didn't like me that way. But there it was again. This time he was staring at me intently. I looked over at him and he quickly turned away. I kept looking at him till he had no choice but to look my way. I looked at him questioningly. He leaned forward towards my face. My mind raced to figure out the possibilities. What was happening? Was he going to kiss me in class? I could feel my heart thumping louder and louder. I hope no one hears that. Then he whispered into my ear, "I think you look cute in that uniform." I nearly died. He blushed again.
"Umm.. thanks?" I whispered back. I could feel myself turning red too. I'd pay a million bucks to the person who invents an anti-blush sprayer. I was going on and off like traffic lights. We pulled apart suddenly when the door slammed and a teacher walked in. I glanced nervously at Guy and Kenny in front of us, hoping that they hadn't noticed the little scene which had just happened right under their noses. But they were busy shuffling their books to the right page. I stole a peek at Adam beside me hoping for a sign that it all hadn't been just a dream a minute ago but he was searching his bag for the book. Which reminded me, I hadn't even opened my bag yet. I sighed as the teacher started his monotonous drone. Physics. Great, my all time favourite subject. This was going to be a long day.
Disclaimer : The Mighty Ducks were created by Steven Brill and owned by Walt Disney Pictures.
This story starring the Ducks puts them in a very different situation and different environment. They attend a school (not Eden Hall) which carries a different school system. In this story they're in 10th grade. I guess the rest of the story will explain the rest.
Chap 1 : Look at You.. HaHa..
Julie's POV
"Julie get up!" someone shrieked from the bathroom. She rolled over, her eyes still shut. "Julie!!!" came the voice again, even louder this time. Or maybe, in a higher pitch. 180 decibels. No. Make that 200.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Damn, that girl can scream. What time is it anyway? She opened her eyes and tried to focus on the red digits on the dresser. 5.46? AM? Oh God.. when was the last time she was woken up early? Then she remembered. First day of school. Normally she loved school. Because she was good at it. But NOT when it had to start at 7am. Yes, some idiot head from the government had this stupid idea to "discipline teenagers". More like a severe case of insanity.
"You've got to see this! I look.. ugh!" Connie screamed again from the bathroom. I threw aside my blanket and trudged to the bathroom down the hall.
"What?" I half-opened my eyes and yawned. "Look at.. THIS!" she yelled. Now I was wide awake. She looked.. plain. Not ugly or awful or anything like that. But, just not.. HER. And her, is tall beautiful Connie who always looked great in anything. My best friend, to be exact.
"What is that?" I asked incredulously. My mind started reeling. Why was she wearing that to school? A white button down collared shirt and a plain blue skirt that hung halfway down to her feet. Her hair was pulled back in a long braid. The ickiest thing was the maroon tie. Not to mention a little nametag which she had pinned on the left pocket of the shirt?
"Hello? Our new uniforms?" she practically shrieked. "I look like.. a nun!"
Oh.. our uniforms. Wait, uniforms? Now that had totally slipped my mind. I stuffed mine in the closet as soon as it was delivered to us. I hadn't even looked at it yet. I rushed to put it on. When I looked in the mirror, I felt like dying. At least Connie looked decent in it. I could pass off as a freak. A nerd. I looked awful!
"Err.. Julie?"
"What?" I whirled around, startled by the voice. Obviously, she'd gotten over it. "Sheesh.. don't scare me like that." I felt very awkward in the whole attire. How was going to face the rest of the Ducks?
"Sorry.. Just that you've got your skirt the other way round.." she covered her mouth and tried to stifled a laugh. I looked back into the mirror. Right, I had the zipper in front of the skirt instead of the back. I turned bright red with embarrassment. Stupid skirt.
"Don't you girls just look so cute in that!" Mrs. Moreau squealed as we descended the stairs. I cringed. Isn't it a little too early for the "little sunshine" act? Connie grimaced, "Thanks a lot mom."
Mr. Moreau snorted from behind the newspaper he was reading. "I think it's sensible." That's Mr. Moreau for you. Mr. Practicality. Normally I loved his gruffness and straightforward attitude, but not when I look like this. I'd be laughed right out of school. I just know it. I moved in with the Moreaus ever since I started attending Crossway High in Minnesota. I could've stayed back home. But I wanted to keep playing hockey with the Ducks. Being with a different team would feel totally weird. So far it's been cool. But that didn't mean I liked everything there was about this household. Mrs. Moreau was too girlish for me and Connie's brat brother was just as annoying as my own, only maybe worse. Still, it felt like home. Almost.
I glanced down at my plate. We were having French toast for breakfast. Why did Mrs. Moreau have to whip up my favourite food when I just didn't have the appetite? I tried to tune out as Connie starting whining from across the table about how ridiculous these uniforms were. I wish she would just shut up. She didn't even look half as bad as I did. Matt, the evil brat was teasing her and making funny faces. I poked at my plate while I thought of a way I could get out of this. Before I knew it, we were already in the car. And I was stuck.
A wave of dread washed over me as Connie and I walked up to the school gates. Mr. Moreau had lectured us all the way to the school about concentrating on our studies and playing hard in hockey and keeping away from boys. Well, not the other Ducks, but well, you know what I mean. I hardly need to explain. He was directing this part of the speech to Connie mostly. Why weren't we surprised? The only guy he liked and approved of was Guy. And as we all know, they'd broken up months ago. But that wasn't my first concern at the moment. Not when I felt someone tapping me on the back.
"Hey babe!"
I winced. Who else? It had to be Portman. One of these days, I swear I'm going to kill him. I just hope we won't miss him too much when we go up against the Drake Pointers. Those guys were brutal. My arm was still sore from the deliberate crash into the goal from one of them.
"Stop calling me babe!" I yelled at him. I turned around completely so I could kick him in the shins. But then I remembered suddenly, I was wearing a skirt. Partly because it felt strangely airy and a little cold and another because of the sight of Portman in his uniform. Like us, he was wearing the same button down collared shirt, tie and name tag. But because he was a BOY, he got to wear these army green pants which were straight cut. He looked like a nerd. My first instinct was to laugh at him, but I was fully aware that he was staring at me as well. Like he doesn't see me in practice everyday.
"Haha! You look... like... hahahhahahhah!" he started laughing. I shoved him and grabbed Connie by the arm. I didn't stop until we'd climb the 3 levels of stairs to our classroom. I released her when I noticed she was glaring at me.
"What was that for?" she asked, nursing her arm. "Sorry," I mumbled and smoothed my skirt. I tried to figure out a way to make my shirt look tidy. Sheesh, the material was so thin you could see your bra through that. Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder and I screamed on impulse. I was a wreck of nerves this morning.
"Hey.. hey.. take it easy Gaffney. What's the big idea?" asked Charlie as he came up from behind. "Oh I see," he pointed at our uniforms and snorted.
"What's that suppose to mean?" Connie asked defensively, hands on hips and glared menacingly at him. I could tell she was just as uncomfortable as I am.
"Nothing! Just that you look like.. nuns," he said, not bothering to control his laughter at this point.
Connie stamped on his foot and stormed into the classroom. "Ow! Cool it lady.. I was only.. hahahhahaha.. joking," he laughed some more. I threw him a disgusted look and walked into my own classroom which was next to Connie's. In addition to the new uniforms, one other thing that they'd changed was the class arrangements. Instead of changing classes after every subject, we were stuck in one classroom for the entire day. They divided us into classes according to our grades. Just my luck, most of the Ducks were in the next class. The only upside to this system was, instead of ending at 3 in the afternoon, school let out at 12.40 noon.
Standing in front of the classroom, I suddenly felt self-conscious again. I felt a dozen pairs of eyes staring at me. I felt like a trapped mouse. Where do I sit? I tried to scan the room for a familiar face. Calm down.. calm down.. just find an empty chair and hide behind it.
"Julie!" someone called out behind me. I could've jumped six feet into the air until I saw who it was, then I wished the floor would just open up and swallow me in. Not only because I knew I looked horrendous but because he looked breathtakingly handsome in his uniform. I know, how could anyone look good in that? But he did. That's just one of the amazing things about Adam, he looked gorgeous in ANYTHING. Or maybe that's just the way I saw it. Adam Banks could do no wrong. He was perfect in my book.
"Hi," I smiled and waved at him awkwardly. He stared at me as if he'd never seen me before. I held my bag to my chest, hoping to hide whatever that he might be looking at. Not that he was looking at anything in particular but I just wanted to make sure that.. oh well.. He blushed and looked at the floor. I blushed too. Now what? Were we going to stand there till the teacher comes in? I hope not. But I couldn't think of anything to say and strange enough, my feet were permanently nailed to the floor.
The door swung open and practically knocked Adam into me. I clutched the nearest table to keep myself, and Adam from falling over. "Hi guys! Ready to roll?" Guy popped out from behind it, oblivious to the crash that he'd caused. Now I was positive that everyone who was in the classroom was staring at the little commotion. Adam quickly got up and regained his balance. He was still blushing. And from the heat radiating from my face, I knew I was as well.
"Ready like Freddie," he muttered and grinned sheepishly at me. I glanced away hurriedly and set my eyes somewhere else. Anywhere else, as long as I didn't have to see those pale blue eyes. Before I got trapped in them again. We quickly found seats in the middle of the room. A few seconds after we'd sat down, Kenny joined us. The guys started a heated conversation on last night's game. Minnesota Waves vs. New York Rangers.
I drifted into my own thoughts. We were the only 4 Ducks in that class. That's the luck you get for "studying too much" as Averman had kindly put it a week ago when we found out about the arrangements. Was it a crime bring an A student? He, Goldberg, Portman and Fulton were in the third class. And guess how the classes are named? 10A, 10B and 10C. Right, as in A for A students and so forth. Of course, we were Science students. So that makes us 10A Science I guess. How original.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Adam glance at me. No way. It couldn't be. He didn't like me that way. But there it was again. This time he was staring at me intently. I looked over at him and he quickly turned away. I kept looking at him till he had no choice but to look my way. I looked at him questioningly. He leaned forward towards my face. My mind raced to figure out the possibilities. What was happening? Was he going to kiss me in class? I could feel my heart thumping louder and louder. I hope no one hears that. Then he whispered into my ear, "I think you look cute in that uniform." I nearly died. He blushed again.
"Umm.. thanks?" I whispered back. I could feel myself turning red too. I'd pay a million bucks to the person who invents an anti-blush sprayer. I was going on and off like traffic lights. We pulled apart suddenly when the door slammed and a teacher walked in. I glanced nervously at Guy and Kenny in front of us, hoping that they hadn't noticed the little scene which had just happened right under their noses. But they were busy shuffling their books to the right page. I stole a peek at Adam beside me hoping for a sign that it all hadn't been just a dream a minute ago but he was searching his bag for the book. Which reminded me, I hadn't even opened my bag yet. I sighed as the teacher started his monotonous drone. Physics. Great, my all time favourite subject. This was going to be a long day.