Alright guys, hear me out.
I got writer's block…and it was bad. Plus I was busy with sports and moving to a new hosue and all of that fun stuff, but I felt bad for not posting anything so I decided to treat you guys to my first ever written fanfic from 2010.
Again, I'm very sorry, I know that you guys liked my Chronicle story called, "How Did I Get Here," and It's been on hiatus for at least a year, but I shall update it soon. Thank you!
One peaceful morning, I stayed with my best friends, Samuel, Michael, and Jeffery Douglas, at their grandfather's cabin. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Lucinda Hauphman, Luci for short. I'm half a head shorter than Jeffery and younger than him by exactly 6 hours. I have black hair and blue eyes. My mother is on a "business trip" to Hawaii and my dad works with their dad, Sam Douglas. Right now my best friend and I are getting our new ninja names. We train with their grandfather in martial arts, other known as Ninjitsu.
"Grandpa, where'd you get the ugly masks?" Michael asked as Grandpa took out 5 different masks. He pulled 1 out. "Aw, Michael, my father gave this to me on my day of name," Grandpa answered. "And I'm going to continue this tradition with you."
"Day of name?" Samuel asked.
"But we already got names Grandpa." Michael said.
"Not family names, Michael. Ninja names," I said as I sat in between Samuel and Jeffery. "Yes, indeed, Lucinda," Grandpa said. "Samuel!" Grandpa called. "Sir!" Samuel answered.
"From this moment until forever, you shall be known as Rocky!" Grandpa said. "Your strong, solid and cool as planet rock!" Samuel (now Rocky from now on) took the mask and celebrated by saying, "Alright, yeah!" Grandpa pulled out 2 more masks. "Jeffery, Lucinda!" Grandpa said. We sat up straighter. "Aw, Jeffery was fast and Lucinda was agile. You will be known as Colt and Cat!" he said.
"Colt/Cat?" we said together. We took our masks and bowed like Rocky. "I respect that." I said then turned to Colt and he smiled. "That's cool," he said.
"What about me? Can I be Monster Destroyer? Or how about Super Killer?" Michael said with a smile plastered on his face. "Or how about super dork?" Colt said. I chuckled. "That's perfect. Or how about Sir Eats A-Lot.?" I said and me and Colt chuckled.
"Shut up Spazzes." Michael shot back.
"Aw Michael, since your fight begins and ends with your tummy, you shall be known as Tum Tum!" Grandpa shouted. "I was close," I whispered to Colt who chuckled and to Rocky who smiled. "Tum Tum?" Tum Tum laughed. Grandpa laughed and we headed inside.
Comments and suggestions for anything would be great for this story, even though this is raw completely from the actual story J