Occurs between episodes five and six, "Can of Worms" and "The Snake King".


Dark brown eyes blinked open. A hand reached up to a yellow face to rub away the remaining fatigue. Sitting up, Dillon looked around.

Her room was the same as always. Tiny twin bed with maroon sheets and blankets. Two limp pillows covered with black pillow cases; a small white dresser in the far-right corner. A wooden nightstand on the left side of her bed, an alarm clock and a lamp sitting atop it; a modest closet on the left wall. A small heap of various stuffed animals beside her bed.

Dillon yawned, stretching her arms above her head. Shaking her head to rid the last bit of weariness, she slid off her bed and tucked her dark brown hair behind her ear. Dillon quickly made her bed, tidying up her room, and changed out of her pajamas. She put on a dark gray shirt, blue jeans, and a red hoodie. Keeping the jacket unzipped, Dillon started downstairs.

She was an only child, and lived alone with her parents in a tiny apartment in Ninjago City. Though her father worked a full-time job, and her mother a part-time, they still could only afford a humble home.

Dillon didn't mind the plebeian living quarters. She had grown up in this apartment, and didn't want to ever leave it. She liked things just the way they were, and did not want them to change. Her mother, Dominica, was home before school and after it, and both her parents had the weekends off. They had a small dog (they had no idea what breed or breeds he was) named Rozzo, who always brightened Dillon's day. She had great friends at school, and although she wasn't popular, she didn't need a dozen different friends to feel good about herself.

Although…if she could change anything about her life, it would be to make it more exciting. Every morning, Dillon watched the news, and she wished that something eventful like what she saw on TV would happen to her. Yes, she didn't want her parents murdered, or their building burning down, but still. If something cool would occur, her life would be perfect.

"Hi, sweetie," said Dillon's mother as the teenager walked into the kitchen.

"Hey, Mom," Dillon responded, sitting down at their tiny wooden table.

"I made pancakes. Your favorite." Dominica told her daughter, placing a few of the still-steaming breakfast cakes onto a plate before Dillon.

"Thanks!" Dillon said gratefully, and poured buttermilk syrup onto her food. Picking up the remote, Dillon switched on the TV, turning on the news channel. Her mom sat down beside her, and the two ate in comfortable silence as they watched the morning reports. When Dillon finished, she rinsed off her plate and put it in the dishwasher. She walked over to door and hoisted her backpack onto her shoulders.

"I'll see you after school, Mom!" She hollered.

"I'll see you, honey! Have a good day! Oh, and don't forget – I have to work two shifts today, so I won't be home when school gets out. You'll be okay by yourself for a few hours?"

"Yep, I'll be fine!" Dillon replied, bending down as a mottled gray, brown, and black puppy scampered over to her. She rubbed the young dog's head and stroked his spine.

"I'll be back soon, Rozzo. Don't get into trouble while I'm gone." She told the pup with a smile. He grinned back toothily, his tongue hanging out of his mouth and his tail wagging.

Standing back up straight, Dillon walked out the door and took the elevator to the bottom level. She walked outside and started towards the school.


Hey, readers! This is my first Ninjago fanfic, so bear with me. Hope the beginning isn't too slow - I know that I don't like reading slug-like beginnings, but I just want to lay out the basics of Dillon's life. Things will speed up soon, don't worry! Anyways, just enjoy, and tell me if you see any mistakes or if I did something wrong. I really do enjoy feedback! Thanks, and have a GREAT day! :)