《D3 The Mighty Ducks (LUIS MENDOZA)》Chapter 12
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After Charlie finally came up with a plan and what everyone got do. We all got dressed in black. We sneak into where Varsity sleep.
"Careful, man. They don't call them Brazilian fire ants for nothing." Russ warned Charlie
"Do you think he's gonna notice them missing ?" Charlie asked us
"I don't think he keeps a head count, Charlie." Russ answer
"That would be very weird" I add
Charlie nodded and put the tube tied to the vacuum inside of the ant farm. We turned it on and some of the ants got sucked up. After we got enough ants. We turn it off and went over to the dorms of Varsity.
"Did you get 'em" Julie asked
"Yeah, only a couple, you know, here use the funnel." Charlie said.
"Release the hungry fellows." Connie said
They started to pour the ants in the funnel and the ants made their way in each tube. Luis held the tube and shook it so they wouldn't pile over
"Look at 'em go" Julie said. Then we heard screaming. The Varsity tried to open the doors but couldn't since we were holding the rope, keeping the door close
"Go on, go on, let 'em out, let 'em out." Charlie told Julie. She did it. All Varsity came out screaming . We all started to laugh
"You think you're funny, huh ? You think you're worth a damn ? You're just white trash !" Riley said yelling to us. Luis put me behind him
"Uh, who you callin' white trash?" Russ put in
"That's right.We'll take you anytime, anywhere." Charlie taunted Riley
"Tomorrow, dawn" Riley said. They all left.
We saw Cole came with rope holding him back
"What the hell did Dwayne do" I whispered
"I think its time to go" Charlie said and we all agreed and left.
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After we left the dorms. We all walked back to Charlie house. We all were going to have a sleep over.
"That was awesome " Kenny said excited.
"Amazing actually " Charlie reply.
"Hey Charlie I don't think that playing against them is right. Remember what Coach Orion said" Connie spoke
We all went quiet.
"I kinda agree. Coach Orion did told us to stay clear from the Varsity. " Julie agree.
"Look we already said that we were playing against them. It's too late to back out" Russ reply.
"They would know our tricks" Connie said
"They already know our tricks. They been to our games. They saw what we had against the Iceland team." Luis reply.
"How do you know" Connie asked
"Coach Wilson said that Riley saw our tapes from Junior Goodwill Games" Luis told us.
"Guys we shouldn't let Varsity scare us." Charlie told us.
We all just nod. Luis kiss my temple.
"Are you okay" Luis whispered
"I honestly don't know" I whispered back
"Do you want to play against Varsity" Luis asked
"Of course I do. Without a doubt" I replied
We all continue to walk to Charlie house.
Hoped you guys like this Chapter. I tried my best to make it interesting.
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