Shinobi High

Chapter 1

If this is found i'll be in so much trouble... Not only are we restricted from contact with the outside world, but by writing in this journal Im breaking one of the most important rules in ninjitsu, A trail is the begining of your end."

For anybody who Dosn't Know what Ninjitsu is, I will tell you. Ninjitsu is a Form of martial arts Developed by farmers to protect themselves from the Emporers Soldiers. It was so effective it was adopted by assasins and Sabotagers. So, if you were thinking this was a fake martial art based off a comic or T.V. show sorry but no.

Anyways I still am a bit shaken from the recent events that have occured lately... I will just start it off on the day I was Intercepted.

I sat quietly in class waiting in vain for the next 5 minuites to pass. Boredom clawed at me, forcing me to change the repeating order of time. I reached down slowly keeping my eye on the teacher and numbly grabed at my history notes. Looking down at the paper I smirked, there were more drawings and scribbles than notes.

With the paper i folded it  in half then i switched and folded it halfways on the other side. Satisfied I slowy ripped it down the line creating two new perfectly shaped rectangles to these I folded them half ways twice, making a long rectangular strip. I then took those strips and folded them in half.

After that i folded them in a complicated pattern that I had learned online. My fingers moved with deft folding the paper over and under untill I held two dangerously  pointed strips of paper in the rough palm of my hand. 

I took the strips and fit them togather in a fold much like that of a cardboard box's flaps. Finally amused I grined at the keen Shuriken (or ninja star) that rested patiently in my hand.

I scanned the room, observing the silent teens hard at work or reading. Nobody was looking my way...

I pulled back my wrist raising my arm for accuracy. Adrenaline surged through my body like a starving wildfire. I took one last breath and shot my wrist forward releasing the pointed star. I grabed my pencil and sold a good "hard at work act" as the projectile hit Mr. Oetting squre in the forehead. Looking down do avoid his suspicsion I bit my bottom gum to avoid bursting out in laughter as he shot out of his chair in suprise. 

I then embraced myself for the brewing storm.

     "WHO ON EARTH DARES TO INSULT ME LIKE THIS?"

A class full of confused students looked up from their work baffled. 

     "WHO THREW IT?" he snarled, his face red and veins in his neck throbing.

(ughhhh gross neck veins D: )

     Nobody replied to the question so he repeated it this time holding up the ninja star. 

     "WHO THREW  IT?" He said eyes probing over me.

I suddenly felt my sixth sense come into place as a class full of accusing eyes landed on me like lasers. (not that a sixth sense is needed to know that 23 people are looking at you haha.)

This of course was not the first time I had got in trouble so I decided to try and lighten up the mood by looking accusingly at the wall behind me as if someone there had thrown it. A muted chuckle rolled through the class. Danget!  I thought. I had expected more giggles out of that one. 

     "GRIFFITH, OFFICE IMEDIATELY!" He said pointing towards the door as if i didn't know were it was. 

I shoved my hands in my pockets and sauntered out of the room like an annoyed cat.