Hi! I'm a new author on fanfiction, but it isn't the first story I've created. I have a whole file for story ideas on my desktop, it's just that this is the first story I've actually made. I don't really know how to make separate chapters and stuff yet, so please don't be mad at me if I screw something up. Also, I may be changing my name around a bit until figure out one that will stick, so I'll have a signature sentence (SS) at the end of every chapter (The SS will always be a weird fact about me, my little sister, or my best friend. Note that is may be more than one sentence). Please no flames, only constructive criticism. And, i have a problem with making too many compound sentences. Ok, that's all I have to say. Enjoy the story!

Chappie 1

Jerry's POV

It was just a normal day at the Bobby Wasabi dojo. I was bored, since I hadn't had anyone to mess with for a while.

"Hey, guys," Jack says, coming into the dojo. As usual, his necklace is around his neck, the one he's worn ever since we met him. It's a cool looking orb that's a little bigger than a marble that starts out blue and fades into a pale green and looks like it has small white flakes in it. It's on a simple black string. Then I wince.

I actually sounded poetic for a second there.

"Hi, Jack," Eddie and Milton say, pausing in their sparring with each other.

"Hey," Kim says, coming in from the girls' locker room.

"Hello, Jack," I say, suddenly getting an idea. He looks at me suspiciously. "What do you want, Jerry?" he asks. I feign shock.

"Can I not simply greet my friend?" I ask. He narrows his eyes, going over to his locker.

"You're planning something," he replies, taking off his necklace and putting it in his locker, and taking out the duffel bag that had his gi in it. He says he does this because the necklace gets in his way when we're practicing or sparring or whatever.

"I'm watching you," he says, going into the boys' locker room. As soon as I'm sure he's in there, I run over to his locker.

"Jerry, what are you doing?" Kim asks, suspicion taking over her voice.

"Opening Jack's locker," I reply. I bang the locker in a certain way (think Oliver in the Hannah Montana episode 'Miley Get Your Gum') and it opens.

"Woah! How did you do that?" Eddie says, amazed.

"Forget that. Why are you in Jack's locker?" Milton asks, as I rifle around for what I'm looking for.

"Aha!" I say as I pull it out.

"Jack's necklace? What do you want with that?" Eddie asks curiously. I grin maliciously.

"Just wanna see how he reacts when he finds out it's missing," I reply.

"Maybe you should put it back. If he finds out you took it, all that's gonna be left of you is the memory of whenever you say 'WOOOOO'," Milton warns. We all look at him.

"How do you know that?" Kim asks. Milton let out a low whistle.

"You should have seen what he did to this one guy who insulted his necklace. Like, in a non-joking way. Then called him a girl. Then shoved him. Then—" "What did he do?" I ask, cutting him off.

"I don't know. The guy moved that same day."

There was a moment of silence.

"Cool," I finally say. I close Jack's locker, then put his necklace in mine. I turn around and grin.

"This is gonna be goood."

Later that day...

Rudy claps loudly. "Okay, guys—" "EHEM!" "— and girl. That was a good practice. Now, GO HOME! I have an appointment with Stephanie Meyer."

Silence.

"Isn't she an author?" Milton asks. Then he stops. "Wait— Are you reading Twilight?"

Rudy looks away. "Noooo…" he says in a way that lies and really means yes.

More silence.

"IT'S A GOOD SERIES, OKAY!" he yells after we start laughing. He runs into his office and slams the door. Jack sighs in the way that you do after you finish laughing, and goes over to his locker, opening it. He digs around in it for a few seconds as his expression quickly goes from humored to panicked.

"Where's da— I mean my necklace?" he asks frantically.

"What necklace?" I ask, playing innocent. I briefly wonder what he was going to say at first, but then that wonder disappears, replaced by amusement at the current situation.

"My necklace that I wear every day…" he trails off as if in lost in thought. Then suddenly, within seconds, I find myself going from standing idly beside a bench, to pinned up against the wall by Jack.

"WHERE. IS. IT?" he growls. Even though I'm a few inches taller than Jack, he scared the crap outta me when he glared at me like that.

"I d-don't know, man. If I did I'd tell you," I reply, refusing to back down from my daring theft. He releases my shirt, still glaring at me.

"If I find out that you're lying and you took it, I WILL make you regret it," he says in a low voice, then starts to walk away. Milton gives me a looks that says 'I told you so'.

"What's so important about that necklace anyway?" Eddie asks.

Kim's POV

Jack froze. From the way everyone was positioned in the room, I'm the only one who saw Jack close his eyes as he bowed his head slightly and tightened his fists. "It's… special." As he walks away into Rudy's office, I was the only one who noticed that his eyes were watering. Was he about to … cry? Then I shook my head. That's impossible. Jack Anderson does not cry. Not when he sprained his ankle, not when he broke his wrist, not when Frank practically punched his leg, and definitely not now.

Jack's POV

"Rudy, my necklace… it's gone. I can't find it," I choke out, as I close the door behind me and sit on the couch. He starts to say something, but then holds up a finger, walks to the door, and bangs on the door as hard as he can.

Four chorused cries of "OW!" was heard.

"EAVESDROPPING ISN'T POLITE YOU KNOW!" he yells at them. Then he turns back walking over and sitting next to me.

"Are you gonna be alright?" he asks.

"I don't know…"

"Aww, come here," he says, opening his arms. I hug him, burying my face into his chest, but I refuse to let the tears come out. I'm not a very emotional person, but that necklace was no ordinary necklace…

"Here," Rudy says, taking something out of his pocket and giving it to me. It's the keys to the dojo. "You can stay behind looking for it. When you're done, turn off the AC and lock up behind you." I smile at him.

"Thanks, Rudy."

"Don't mention it."

The next morning (Saturday)

Kim's POV

"Ha ha ha ha, that pickle never saw it coming," I laugh, as Eddie, Milton, Jerry and I walk to the dojo. (1) We stay at the door, waiting for Rudy to get there so he could open it. Rudy never gets here on time. Jerry leans against the door casually, but he wasn't expecting it to open.

"Rudy never locked up last night?" I ask, confused, as Jerry gets up rubbing his sore butt. Rudy always remembers to lock up. And looking up, I see that the lights are still on. And it's freezing in here, meaning that Rudy never turned off the AC. What the heck?

And then I notice him, on his side on the mats. "Oh my gosh, Jack!"

(1) When I wrote about the pickle, I happened to be watching that episode of iCarly where they were laughing at the guy who prank his dad and made "blood" squirt out of the pickle.

Did you like it? Hate it? Wanna chuck your computer out the window because it's that bad? Is my spacing screwed up? Tell me, tell me, TELL ME! Please...

SS: I once ate thirteen turkey drumsticks in a row. The strange thing is; I didn't throw up. O.O