The Tournament

Chapter 1

Lloyd:

Monday:

120 hours until the reaping...

“Now we all know who did it, right?” The teacher asked the class.

“Yes ma’am. It was Cyrus Borg himself” the class replied in unison. She shook her head in disapproval.

“No, for the last time. Cyrus Borg did not find Ninjago city, this city was founded by the four ninjas. These ninjas weren’t just any ordinary ninja, they all had elemental abilities. One was the master or ice, another was the master of fire, then there was the master of earth, the master of lightning, and finally the golden ninja; he wielded all these powers together, with the elemental ability of energy from himself.” She explained, walking back in forth in front of the class.

“Lloyd Garmadon” she pointed at me. Everyone in the class turned in their seats and started at me. “Tell me, who founded Ninjago City itself.” I gazed back at her, leaning back in my seat.

“Is this a trick question?” I asked her, she gave me a baffled look as the class turned back to her. She then smiled and continued.

“No, now answer the question, who founded Ninjago City.” She repeated.

“That’s easy, Cyrus Borg himself” I answered with a smirk. She huffed in frustration.

“No, no, no, no, no, no” she scolded. “This is the last time I’m saying it and you all better get this answer right. Cyrus Borg is a fraud,” the class gasped at our teacher’s outburst. “The 5 ninjas with the elemental abilities were the ones, and the only ones, who found Ninjago City itself. Now answer the question, who found Ninjago City!” She barked.

“The 5 ninjas with the elemental abilities” Ronny was the only one to answer.

“Good Ronny, now the rest of the class, who was the one who founded Ninjago City?” She questioned politely.

“The 5 ninjas with the elemental abilities” the class answered. A guard came bursting through the door as soon as we finished our sentence and tackled Mrs. Garcia. She struggled under his grasp.

“Remember kids” she repeated while being forced out the door. “Cyrus Borg is a fraud, the 5 ninjas with the elemental abilities are the ones who founded Ninjago City!” She shouted as she was dragged down the hall. We sat in silence, dumbfounded at what happened, some kids had their jaws dropped.

The bell rang and we all gathered our stuff quietly, walking out the door. I walked to my locker, opening it. “Hey dweeb” Jaxon Millers, a bully from the fire section showed up next to my locker.

“What do you want Jaxon” I sighed, not making eye contact with him.

“Easy, I want you to spread the word. Cyrus Borg lives forever.” I stopped from grabbing my bag and looked at him.

“And what if I don’t?” I challenged.

    

He smirked “then I’ll do this” he replied and slammed my locker shut on my arms. There was a “crack” and I was left to scream out in agony. He chuckled and walked away. My mouth opened, but nothing came out. I sunk down to the ground and sobbed.

Mr. Thompson rushed to my aid.

“Lloyd! What happened!” He exclaimed, worry written all over his face.

   

I shook my head, “Please, get help, hurry!” I shrieked. Mr. Thompson ran off and kids formed a circle around, some with their handheld gadgets pointing them at me. Tears streamed down my face as kids laughed.

“Alright, back away, get to class all of you!” a too well-known voice was heard, I sighed.

          

“Principal Bergin” I acknowledged.

“Lloyd Garmadon” he sighed, “here we are, again in a different situation.” I hung my head in shame. It took principal Bergin, Mr. Thompson, the janitor, and the earth sections math teacher to get my arms unstuck from the locker. After an hour of working they finally got my arms out. I looked down and gasped. My hands were blue and every single vein in my hands were visible; poking out from underneath the skin, my arms up to my elbows were a sickening black and purple mixed with yellow. I sighed.

“What happened this time Lloyd, let me guess, Jaxon slammed your locker on your hands?” I slowly nodded my head, knowing that he wouldn’t buy it even though it did happen. He sighed again and lead me to language class. When I walked in and sat down in my seat there were kids snickering. Principal Bergin pulled Mrs. Tunnel out to the hallway to chat. I sat in the back of the class and hung my head down to look at my arms.

“Hey look, it’s the loser who got his arms stuck in his locker.”

“What a fail.”

“Who does that?”

“Only losers like him can make that happen.”

    

Different comments from different voices from different people were heard around the room until the teacher walked in.  “Alright class, let’s get to work.”