Dedicated to my BFF who is low (as in blood sugar) and couldn't read this right away. Luv u!
On another note!
I am so freaking sorry! I know I still have to finish my novels and the Sequel to A trip to Miami and I just started Refound but I couldn't help but post this. I got the idea so now I won't be able to sleep until I finish this. I may or may not continue it so let's just see how this goes. I'm going to do this one instead of Kickin' It in Korea so... yeah.
Okay, This goes for the whole story. I DON'T OWN KICKIN' IT! Got that world!?
What the hell is wrong with this map?!
Kim was never a fan of boarding schools. Especially the Private boarding schools. She always thought that they would somehow get her involved in some kind of World War III. Ever since she was told that she would be coming to a boarding school, she was afraid of it. Having once read the first book of "Tomorrow Girls" by Eva Gray, she thought that any boarding school would kidnap her and the other students to fight for some kind of war. Insane? You could say that.
The only thing that convinced Kim on actually coming to this school was two things.
One, her mom is a very convincing woman.
By convincing, she means strict. The last thing you want to do is get on Mary Crawford's bad side.
Two, the school has a bunch of extracurricular activities.
That includes clubs, extra languages for classes, even fan clubs put together by students that managed to get promoted on the school website.
But none of those mattered to Kim Crawford. The school had one thing that had her chose this school over the other four private boarding schools that her mother gave her to choose from.
This school, has sports.
We're not just talking about football, track, cross-country, volleyball, cheer leading and all those other sports that every school has. This school, this specific school, has those kinds of sports you would never hear any other school even consider of having. This school has Karate as a sport. Kim being a third degree black belt in Tae Kwon Do as well as first degree black belt in Hiki Do. Yes, a first degree in Hiki Do. Now, don't underestimate her. She can still kick anyone's ass. In her defense, HiKi Do is a very intense study of martial arts. As a white belt you are already strategies on how to flip your opponent to your advantage. Oh, and using their advantages against them. That too.
Kim knew it's going to be hard to make friends. Coming to the school in the middle of October, almost a month and a half into the school year, everyone already has their cliques. Not that Kim is a fan of these cliques. No, she's ever so strongly against them. She couldn't hate them more. But after the summer ended, everyone has already reunited with the friends that don't live in the same city as them.
The Bobby Wasabi Private Boarding School is a school located in California. It's famous for the academic team's winning streak. They've won the nationals every year. This being the reason why parents seem to want their kids to go to the school. As popular as the academic team is among the parents, according to the school website, it's the football team that rules the school. Yes, the football team. It's the most cliche thing in the book. How does she know this? Well, let's just say that the other clubs and sports don't have too much space to advertise on the school website.
Kim was having a hard time finding her way to Mr. Wasabi's office. In her defense, the map the school provided, wasn't very helpful. She was standing in what she assumed was some kind of main outdoor place. Yes, very specific. She knows. There's a water fountain in front of a gazebo with small patches of flowers. There's benches along the side of the path's which were crossing through the grassy area. Behind her was one large building. Earlier, she entered the main doors of the building. All she found was an abnormally big cafeteria. She looked at the area in front of her. To her left and right was two identical buildings. She didn't dare go in either one. For all she knows, one of them could be the building for the boys' dorm. She shudders at the thought before looking back up at the area in front of her. There's a quite a few people in the grassy area. Plenty of people crossing campus using the path's.
Kim looked down at her map. She noticed that she would find more buildings if she kept walking. The buildings she passed on the way coming. She started making her way towards the other side of campus. As she kept walking the grassy area ended. She stopped when she found two gaps between the buildings. Bigger than the others she passed by. She walked towards one of the two gaps, along the path. She looked down at the map and noticed she was heading towards what looks like a football field as well as a track for what she assumed was cross-country.
She turns around and starts making her way back the way she came. She feels someone shove her shoulder as the person walks past her with a group of people, all in matching football uniforms.
"Watch where you're going, will ya?" asks the one that shoved her, not even bothering to look at her. Well, not so much asks. More like rudely states. What he looks like? All she caught was he had long hair that reached the middle of his neck.
Kim tries her very best not to flip the person and ignores the statement, continuing making her way to her destination; the buildings on the other side of campus.
Now—thanks to what seems to either be the football team, or really big fans of it—Kim knows that her hunch about the football team, wasn't just a hunch. They really do rule the school. Or if anything, act like it.
Kim continues her search for the principals office. Normally, that would have sounded like she's gotten into trouble and she is determined to take full responsibility for her actions. Which isn't exactly uncommon. With her short temper and how easy it is for her to flip someone. It took her all her strength not to flip that guy with the oh-so rude comment. And that's a lot of strength.
She looks back down at her map as she keep walking. Faster this time, hoping that it would stop her from running into anyone else.
Her intentions had deceived her.
"Woah, slow down there!" says another person that she ran into. This one was going the other way. Once again, she tries her best to ignore the comment and keep walking.
"Hey, wait up!" she hears the same person say. Surprised that someone had actually taken the time to stop whatever it is they're doing, and take interest in her, she stopped and turned around to face whoever it was. Once the person had caught up with her, he asked, "Why in such a hurry?"
Kim looks back behind her and looks back at him. She points her thumb over her shoulder. "I'm heading to Mr. Wasabi's office." She told the shaggy haired brunette that stood in front of her.
"Okay then," he chuckled, "are you new here?" He asked.
"Yeah. How'd you know?" Kim asked.
"Well, for one thing, I haven't seen you around here."
"So you know everyone here?" Kim asked the person that she has yet to learn the name of.
"No! That's just something I was saying, not exactly—never mind." Kim was curious on why he was in such a rush to clarify he doesn't know everyone. Just another thing to add to her long list of things to find out later. "I know because Mr. Wasabi's office is on the other side of campus." He pointed behind him with his thumb.
"Oh, kay thanks." Kim said as she looked down at the ground, hoping her hair would cover up the blush creeping up on her. She started making her way to the other side of campus. Then she looked up and stopped in her tracks.
"Um, where exactly is his office?" Kim asked, turning around to look back at the boy. He smiled.
"I'll take you there." He said and walked up to Kim.
"Oh, you don't have to do that." Kim told him.
"Nah, I'm heading that way too." He said.
"Okay then." Why is she smiling? After a while of walking in silence, Kim notices he has a bag with him that has a rather long strap to it. The part holding whatever was in it, was rectangular and rather long with a print the pattern of the american flag. Kim knows what this holds. But hey, let's have some fun with it. Kim being Kim knows that no one expects a blonde girl to be a black belt. Or in martial arts at all for that matter! "So what's in the bag?"
"Oh," He looks down at the bag then back at Kim. "just some stuff for sports."
"Ah. Football?" She asks, maintaining the stupidity he thinks she has.
"No, I'd never join that group of idiots."
"Idiots?"
"Well, yeah."
"So you have something against football?"
"Not just me. Everyone in the same sport as me does."
"Something tells me you don't want me to know what sport you do." Kim says.
"Pretty much."
"Can I guess?"
"I don't know, can you?"
"Well, cocky are we?"
"You could say that."
"Okay then." Kim thinks for a while. "Ballet?"
"No! I'm a man!" He says, doing some kind of Tarzan thing with his fists. Kim had to hold in a giggle.
"A real man person takes ballet." She says.
"I'm guessing you take ballet."
"You're guessing wrong."
"So what sport do you take?" He asks her with a confused look on his face.
"Who ever said I take a sport?" She asks with a smirk on her face.
"So you don't take a sport?"
"No one ever said that either." He tilted his head in confusion.
"You're confusing me."
"Good."
"Well then."
They reached the doors to a building. The first one Kim entered. Mental face palm there. They push open the doors and the unnamed person leads Kim to the side of the cafeteria and through another set of doors. Why didn't Kim see them earlier?
"Okay, so just keep going down the hall and-" His whispering was caught off by someone else.
"Jack!"
"Every time!" He yells, trowing his hands over dramatically over his head. He makes his way over to one of the doors that's open. Kim follows right behind him. "Yes Mr. Wasabi?"
"I told you not to call me Mr. Wasabi. It makes me feel old. Oh! Stay here." Kim finally reaches the door to find a rather large man with long black hair and a beard sitting in what seems to be a throne. "You must be the new girl!" He says.
"How'd you know?" She asks.
"Well, not everyone walks around campus with a backpack, map, and a pretty big suitcase. On top of that, why else would you be here?"
"Touche."
"So," He rummages through all the papers on his desk. "here's your dorm number, schedule, locker combo, all that shit." Kim was surprised to hear a teacher use the word "shit" in front of two students. Especially the principal and one of the students being new. "Jack can show you around campus."
"No, he can't." the boy who's name is apparently Jack says. "I have to get to practice. There's only a week until our first tournament and we're not doing to well."
"Tournament?" Kim asks him with a smirk on her face. "So it's not any kind of dance." Kim say.
"No, it's not any kind of dance."
"Wait, what are you-" Kim sends him a look that says 'shut-up' and he does. Luckily, Jack was slightly in front of Kim so he didn't see anything.
"What?"
"Nothing." Mr. Wasabi says. "I'm sure Rudy will understand. She can go to tell him herself." He says, motioning to Kim.
"That I can do." Kim says.
"So here's your stuff," Mr. Wasabi says, holding out the papers. Kim takes them from him. "I suggest you get going." Kim nods and follows Jack out of Mr. Wasabi's office.
"Let's see what dorm you're in." Kim hands him her papers and he looks through the papers. He stops shuffling through them after reaching one that catches his eye. "Room B 201. Cool. That's Mika's room. She's got a crush on my roommate, Jerry. The two are so oblivious though."
"What do you mean?" Kim asks as they both walk through the doors of the building.
"They spend almost all their time together and it's pretty obvious to everyone but them that they like each other."
"Oh." The two walk almost all the way in silence. They pass two the two buildings that Kim thought where the buildings for the girls' and boys' dorms. Jack leads Kim into a building on the left. "I would have guessed guys aren't allowed in the girls' dorms." Kim says.
"We're are. Just not after eight." Kim nods. They walk up a flight of stairs (causing Kim to drag her luggage up, making a thumping noise every few seconds) and down a the hallway, passing a few doors.
"Room B 201." Jack knocks on the door. After a while he says, "I bet you she's with Jerry. Did Mr. Wasabi even give you a key?" As if on cue, a key drops from inbetween all the papers Jack's holding.
"There's your answer." Kim tells him.
"That works." Jack grabs the key and puts it in the keyhole. He turns it and the door swings open. They both walk in. Kim drops her suitcase by the door. She finds two beds, the one farthest from the door has quite a few pillows and the nightstand has quite a few things on it. Pictures, jewelry, makeup, all that stuff. The other bed has two pillows and the side table has nothing but a lamp on it. The walls are painted purple. Lucky for Kim, she has absolutely nothing against that color. She walks over to the window on the longest wall. She has a clear view of the grassy area with the gazebo and fountain there. She finds the other building across from her.
"Nice view." Jack says from behind her. "I have the same one. With this building instead of course."
"Nice." Kim says, turning around to face him. "So should we get going?"
"Sure." Kim grabs her backpack and leaves her suitcase there.
They walk out of the room, closing the door behind them.
"Your key," Jack says, handing Kim the key.
"Thanks," Kim takes the key from him "So I've noticed that the school is pretty big on clubs and sports."
"So you do do sports!" Jack yells, accusing Kim, causing her to laugh.
"I never said that. For all you know I could be here for a club." She says as they rush down the stairs.
"For all I know, your name could be Rose." Kim looks at him.
"How do you know?"
"I'm right?! And I have your papers so-" He's cut off by Kim taking the papers from his hand and shoving them in her backpack.
"No, you're not right, and no, you don't have my papers."
"Well then!" He says as they both push open the doors to the building. "So you're not going to tell me your name?"
"Nope!"
"That's not fair!"
"You won't tell me what sport the bag is for so I'm not telling you my name." Jack's face turns from jokingly angry to jokingly upset from her remark.
"Fine, so let's go."
"Where to?" Jack stops in his tracks.
"I don't know. Let me see your schedule." He says. Kim swings her backpack in-front of her, unzips the pocket and takes out her schedule. She closes her backpack and hands the paper to Jack.
"Cool, so it looks like we have every class but your two periods of language arts and literature. You have the same teacher so it's just a longer class."
"Nice. We did that at my old school."
"Okay, so you're used to it."
"Yup,"
"Okay, so right over there is the guys' dorm," he points to the building across from them, "the buildings over there are for the classes," he points to where Kim used to think the principals office was, "and in between the two buildings over there," he points to where I bumped into the football team, "are the football field and track field for track and cross-country, and right across from there," he points to the other gap in between the buildings, "is the soccer field, baseball field, volleyball," he turns to point to what Kim thought was the girls' and boys' dorms, "those two are for clubs, indoor sports, and indoor places for the things outside. Kinda why they're so big." He turns to face Kim, "and yeah, that's pretty much it. I can walk you to your classes on Monday. That way you know where they are." Jack says. "If that's okay with you." he rushes to add in.
"Yeah, sounds great." Kim says, flashing him a smile that he returns.
"Okay, so, now you need to come with me and tell Rudy why I'm late." Jack says, walking off towards one of the buildings and pulling Kim by the arm, making her follow him.
Well! There's more where that came from! Oh, and tell me if I should continue this story, if you think I should, then review! If no one want's me to, then I won't. If the person this is dedicated to reviews, then I probably will. *Hint hint wink wink* So yeah, Review!
~Pirulina