Random fanfic tales: Ninjago

First day at Ninjago High

It's the first school day for Lloyd and Akita! It should be a cool day, but bad luck is always around the corner...

Lloyd POV

«Lloyd, wake up, you'll be late for school!»

«What school, mom? I got expelled!»

«I'm not your mother, I'm Kai, and I don't know if you remember, but today you start high school!»

«What?!»

Sure. I was dreaming my past again. Sometimes I forget I'm a ninja, and I'm sixteen years old. Wait, what time is it? Boy, I'm late!

I get dressed super fast, I have breakfast even faster, I grab my backpack and I run towards the bus stop.

«The Sleeping Beauty is awake»

«If that's a joke about the blond hair, shut up Kai.»

«Come on, don't be so disbelieving! You'll like school.»

«I doubt it.»

«Trust me, it's way less boring than what it looks like.»

The school bus arrives. It will bring us in that little hell called HIGH SCHOOL. Will I survive? Maybe.

Here we go... I'm about to get in, but an avalanche of students invests me, making me fall. The doors shut and the bus leaves without me.

«Oh, shoot» I exclaim «What do I do now?»

Well, all I can do is run behind the bus.

After an odyssey, I get to school, just a minute after my friends.

«You did it eventually» Cole says.

«You know I have a solution to everything» I answer, lying shamelessly.

«Go look for your locker» Kai continues «If I'm not wrong, they gave you the 13.»

13, the unlucky number... it could only be my locker.

I find the locker, but, unfortunately, it's in the most dangerous of all zones.

The black lockers zone is the one in which they pile up all bullies, severe autistics, gangsters... all dangerous students.

Knowing who my father is, the principal must have decided that I'm a dangerous student. Amazing, really.

While I head towards my locker, EVERYONE begins to stare at me. That's not surprising, since my look ALWAYS draws the attention. Why don't I look normal?

«Hey, Garmady! Long time no see!»

Very long, damn! How can you remember me, and even recognize me?

«Hi... Bruce.»

Bruce Williams, one year older than me. He's perfect: rich, popular, smart, handsome, tanned, black-haired... the opposite of me.

Did you ever wonder who my archenemy is? Now you know it.

Our rivalry began when I was at Darkley's School. Every day, when we were in the garden, the PAPH (Prestigious Academy for Perfect Heithers) kids would pass in front of us in their limousine-bus and throw tomatoes at us.

A day, we decided to fight back.

We brought water balloons, but they were ready.

Bruce threw at me a water ballon, and it was full of NOODLES, with vegetables and broth and everything.