A New
Beginning
Chapter
1: Back to Square One
Story Notes: Part of the series The Story of the Mighty Ducks.
Summary: After a year apart, the Ducks gets a new offer on a scholarship. They leave their current lives to get back together and play as a team again.
Rating: R, language, ‘adult themes’.
Warning: Uhm, nothing that’s not obvious from the rating.
Timeline: September 2002, in the beginning of the fall term. This starts off at their freshman year in college.
(Un) Important babbling-notes from Cimmy: Well, I’m giving Cecilia’s point of view another try, since that worked fine with ‘Surrendering’. This story is from her point of view, to begin with anyway. This is the sequel to ‘Live your Life’.
Disclaimer: Disney
owns The Mighty Ducks, Roy MacGregor owns the characters from the Screech
Owls-books, and I own my beloved Swedes.
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Prologue
The first time I saw the envelope in my mail, I thought I was going out of my mind. I recognized the logo on the front. NYU. New York University. One of the schools I’d been applying to back in high school. What would they want from me now, after they’d rejected me very clearly last year? So I decided that I’d seen the wrong logo.
Next freaky thing that happened was when the next envelope came tumbling down. It had another familiar logo on the front. The logo of a Duck.
You have no idea how much I was freaking out that day. I’d heard nothing from the Ducks since Fred and I left them to go to New York together. I’d been thinking about them, how it all turned out for them. My year alone without them has been a... strange year. I’m all alone out in the world, without Muck and Bombay watching my back and telling me what to do. A year without my friends, without hockey. That’s why I freaked out completely.
I live in this little studio apartment in New York. When Fred was here, we lived in a bigger place, close to Central Park. He helped me get this place after he left. I appreciate his help and all, but I’d feel much better if I would’ve gotten my own place. But I really love it here; it’s close to my favorite coffee shop, where I spend my time writing on my little laptop (another leftover from Fred), sipping on a cold Coke. I still can’t drink coffee. What’s wrong with me?
When I think about it, it’s actually very ‘Sex and the City’. Except that Carrie would never work as a waitress in a restaurant. I guess that my laptop is the only resemblance between her and me.
Anyway, back to the mysterious envelopes... After a few anxiety attacks, I finally opened them. Ever heard of a mind-shock? It’s when your entire system breaks down and you can’t move one inch. That’s what happened.
In a short way to tell what was in the letter: I’d been offered a scholarship to New York University. Not based on my grades or anything like that, but because they wanted the Ducks. They wanted Bombay and Muck to coach the new hockey-team (us) and everyone got an acceptance letter. Including me.
After my failures in high school, I’d settled with the thought of just getting by without a higher education. My parents were NOT happy about that. But I do get by fine with my little watering-job. Last year I took some courses at NYU, but I never attended it fulltime. When Fred left, I decided to try and get a job instead. Last year I got accepted to UCLA after I graduated high school. I’ve heard that’s supposed to be a great accomplishment, but I turned it down. I know; I’m the greatest idiot in the world.
Now I have to decide if I want to go back to my former life. Back to the Ducks, meet my friends and get a new life here in New York. My parents would love it, so there’s a reason why I shouldn’t do it. My boss would kill me, another good reason to decline. But I wouldn’t be completely alone anymore.
So maybe I’ll go.
For now I’m satisfied with my simple life. At night I waiter on snooty, rich people, and during the day I'm writing articles for different newspaper. Arguing with editors when they won’t publish my writings. Actually, they only publish me once in a while, and it’s not exactly Time Magazine or anything. I get a lot of help from Miller’s Corporation. No one would look at me twice if Fred hadn’t helped me.
Besides from the lack of published articles, not much else happens in my life. I spend my days with my little puppy Bee, yet another thing Fred contributed with. Sometimes I think he was trying to bribe himself out of leaving me. I can tolerate if he helps me out with basic stuff, like having somewhere to live (rather him then to ask my parents), but when he starts buying me things, it’s gone too far. I drew the line at the laptop. And I couldn’t exactly kick a poor little puppy out on the streets by himself, could I? Besides, with Bee by my side I feel less abandoned and alone.
Speaking of Fred... I haven’t heard from him since before the summer. He kind of just disappeared. We never officially broke up; he just left. But we are broken up, according to me. What kind of relationship is there, if he never speaks to me? We weren’t angry at each other; he didn’t leave because of a fight or something like that. He had some trouble he had to take care of, and I had my own business to solve. He left for Sweden in March, and he hasn’t come back yet. It feels like I’m never going to see him again. We had some trouble last year, but not worse then the trouble we dealt with during high school.
Maybe it was because we were on our own. In high school we had people to talk to, who helped us. Last year it was only the two of us. That must be it.
By the way, if you’re wondering how I’m doing, I can say that I’m just fine. I get by perfectly well on my own. I love my life, I love New York and I can’t imagine my life as better in any way. Except if Fred decided to show up, of course. But we can’t get everything, right?
Besides from that, I’m doing just fine. Who would’ve thought?
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Author’s Notes: Since I don’t attend college yet, or have any idea what school that provides what, I’m just making stuff up. I have no idea if the have hockey at NYU. I barely even know if they have hockey where I live. They do, though.
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