The Mighty Ducks Imagines

Teenage Tour Guide

This was requested by MinerFortyNiner - I hope this lives up to your expectations. Sorry for the wait.

Horror and humour: my main ways of coping with my less than satisfactory home-life. My sarcasm can come off as cruelty at times as I struggle with normal social interaction. I tend to be timid, conditioned by life in the damaged four walls I call home.

My dad left my mom for a much younger woman, claiming he wanted his life back. A life without the responsibility of having a child. A life where he's free to be a frat-boy until his dying breath. The ironic thing is that he knocked her up twice. He's actually a good dad to them. I have no relationship with them because he doesn't want to interact with those he abandoned. I guess I really was the problem.

My mom stayed. However, you wouldn't think that half the time. The divorce made her mad. Made her desperate. Seeing such a stark contrast between her and my dad's new girlfriend, she was hell-bent on trying to win him back. She blew a lot of money on surgeries and other stuff to try and appear younger and more attractive. It didn't work. She's never been a saint, but it hurt seeing her this way.

Soon she developed a drinking habit that was quickly paired with a gambling addiction. Her logic being that if looks couldn't win him back, then winning a crap-ton of money would. She'll dissappear for days at a time - living in the casinos and going home with random guys. I've learned to fend for myself. When she is at home, she takes her frustrations out on me. She's not who she used to be. She turns into a rage machine. Something of a monster. A villain with a tragic backstory and now deluded motive.

I've been craving a boon for a while now. I want, no need, to get out of this cycle and shatter the system... But I've been hesitant because of my mom. However, I've come to terms with the fact that she won't notice if I'm gone - she'll probably start cussing out a chair and see no difference. So, I started applying for things and showing the few skills I have. It's been a bit of a blur, but I've been offered a scholarship at Eden Hall Academy. I couldn't say no. Today is my first day, and I'm behind schedule. This is not a good start. These preppy people are gonna eat me alive.

Portman's pov...

Why do I have to do this? I get that I'm awesome, but I'm not exactly the poster boy for a prep school. I bet they're all too busy kissing each other's asses and they got desperate. Whatever. I'll crush it - that'll show them.

Where is this chick? I've been hanging around the main office for ages. At this point, I've totally tuned out whatever Dean Buckley is yapping on about. I'm tired of waiting. I swear these cake-eaters think they can do whatever they want. I suddenly snap my head around to the sound of the doors creaking open. It's about damn time.

"I'm so sorry I'm late! There was a mini emergency at home. I promise it won't happen again." There's fear in her eyes and trembling in her voice as she stumbles in.

"That's quite alright, Miss L/N. These things happen."

The regular clothes, lack of entitlement and obvious anxiety... There's now way she's anything close to the cake-eating snob I was expecting based on the rest of the school. I kinda feel bad for her, but she did leave me waiting, so I don't entirely care. She is cute though.

Y/N's pov....

I can't believe how late I am. 15 minutes may not seem like a lot to some people, but I'm considering this a disaster with the circumstances. I was rushing so much that I almost just tripped and kissed the ground whilst bursting through the door. This a terrible first impression at the best of times, but with these people...I'll be lucky to survive the day.

Immediately, I notice this tall kid staring at me as I frantically apologise and try to compose myself. I can't read him, but I'll assume he's judging me harshly.