Hey, it's me, with a new fanfiction! Yeah, yeah, I know I'm the middle of another one, but someone on deviantArt requested that I do this, so I'm obliging to the offer and writing it! Allons-y! Oh yeah, I apologize in advance for the Doctor Who references. I can't help them. Oh, forgot to mention this earlier, I don't own Ninjago! It'd be a disaster if I did! Allons-y! Again . . . ~Unbroken854
I Go to School with Ninja
Chapter 1: Everything's about to Change
Arya sat at her lunch table, day-dreaming. Or maybe she was asleep and actually dreaming. She could never tell the difference anymore. Life was just one big blur to her now. School and home blended together, classes were mixed up with after-school activities, and life was generally one big bore. In her dream (she decided she was sleeping), Arya was back at her old school, with her old friends and teachers that loved her. Ever since she moved to Ninjago City, life had gone down the drain. Her mother was too busy working to spend any time with her, and none of the kids made an effort to try and talk to her. Who would want to talk to the emo kid, anyway . . . ? She asked herself miserably. But now Arya was home! Home with Casey and Annabelle, her two best friends, home with her happy and loving mother, home with her happiness, but then the Serpentine came.
As Arya chatted happily with her dream friends, she realized something. It was the day the Serpentine came and destroyed her home. It was also the day that her closest friends died. I have to warn them, they're about to arrive . . . ! But right before the Serpentine arrived, and right before Arya could warn her friends, she woke up. So I was sleeping . . . Arya rubbed her eyes and proceeded to set her head on her folded arm when she felt a rough shove to the back of her head, making Arya bang her head hard on the lunch table. Oh great . . . It's the firing squad, right on time . . . Arya looked up, rubbing her forehead fiercely and glaring at her assailers.
"Hey there, emo girl, got anything for us?" A tall, blonde, very obviously fake, plastic-y girl asked in a snarky voice, an obvious look of contempt and hatred twisted her way-too-perfect-to-be-natural features. Her ice blue eyes were glaring daggers. She had two cronies with her. Cronie #1 was average height, with chocolate brown eyes that would have been pretty except for the fact that they shined with hatred, long, curly, dark brown hair that was perfect and olive skin that was also perfect. Cronie #2 had flaming red hair that looked like your hand would catch on fire would you to touch it and emerald green eyes that made the forests of her home town look pale, with pale skin like snow and a light dusting of freckles.
"No, I don't have anything for you and your stupid cronies, Jennifer." Arya was getting annoyed by this point. Ever since she arrived at this school, she had been tormented by the girls here for constantly wearing black as a mark of respect for her deceased friends and her black hair, which people thought she died because of her depression. "And I'm not emo . . ." Arya muttered angrily to herself, returning the death glare, knowing that even though her gray eyes promised a world of hurt if she was messed with, the warning would be ignored.
"Honey, when was the last time you looked in the mirror?" Jennifer asked, sarcasm dripping from her voice; "because you sure look like it to me, right, Amy?" Jennifer started to laugh in a rude and haughty tone. Arya got angry when this happened, angrier than she had ever gotten in her life. She was sick of Jennifer teasing her, she was sick of constantly being rejected, and most of all, she was sick of the fact that she had to put up with this in the first place. Arya stood, her fists curling up into angry balls. Things were about to get ugly if someone didn't intervene.
"What's going on here?" A voice asked.
