Destiny: Unknown

Chapter 2: In Which The Worst Month of My Life Ends with Me Getting Kidnapped

Haven't updated this in a while. But I haven't posted in a while, and none of my other stories are ready to be updated yet *internally curses writers' block* so here ya go.

Enjoy~

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You'd think it would have been easy to forget about that one chance encounter with an old man who was clearly off of his rocker.

But nope. It wasn't.

For days afterwards, I found myself wondering what would have happened if I had said 'yes'. Where would he have taken me? Would I have been like a secret spy, like the kind I see in movies? Would I learn how to fight with a sword?Would I be taught martial arts? At night, I dreamed about being a hero, having everyone cheer for me and my dad smiling and telling me how proud he was of me.

But then I'd wake up and face reality. Which was cruel and harsh and cold.

At times, it was a wonder how I managed to get out of bed.

Thanks to that stupid old man, I ended up getting distracted in my classes and messing up more than usual. The teasing and ridicule grew worse, which naturally made the following days and eventually weeks even more miserable.

I didn't think things could get much worse.

I was wrong.

See, the day before the end of what was officially one of the worst months that I had ever had the displeasure of experiencing, my teachers made a few comments in class, saying how some new students were going to be coming and shadowing us in some of our classes. It happened from time to time, students from all around Ninjago visiting the school and watching the classes to see if maybe Marty Oppenheimer was the school for them.

It just meant more eyes to watch me mess up.

So naturally, when the day that the new students were supposed to come, I was in a pretty bad mood. I was stabbing at my breakfast--a simple omelette with hashbrowns and bacon as a side--with more force than what was probably necessary and generally had about me this aura that screamed 'please leave me alone, I don't want to be messed with today'.

So imagine my surprise(and frustration) when someone completely ignored my silent warning and tried to talk to me.

"Hi!"

I looked up mid-bite at the poor sap who dared talk to me. At a first glance, I didn't recognize him. He had bright blue eyes and ginger hair, with a small spray of freckles across the bridge of his nose. He also had a big, bright smile on his face that looked friendly and just the slightest bit mischievous.

Certain that he was talking to someone else, I returned my attention back to my breakfast.

"Uh, hello? Did you not hear me? I said, hi!"

I blinked and looked back at the kid before me. "Oh, are you talking to me?" I asked, surprised.

"Um, yeah?" the kid cocked his head to the side. "There's no one else here at this table." He pointed at an empty seat. "Mind if I sit down?"

I gave him an odd look, still shocked. "Uh, sure, I guess."

"Thanks!" He chirped, promptly plopping down in the seat next to me. "I'm Jay! What's your name?"

"Cole."

"Nice ta meetcha Cole!" The kid let out a little squeal. "Ooooo this is so much fun! I love meeting new people and making friends!"

Friends.

Something twisted painfully in my gut and I abruptly stood up. "We're not friends," I said firmly, grabbing my tray and walking away from the table.