Disclaimer: I do not own Ninjago: Masters of Spinjitzu for it belongs to LEGO. I do however own Echo and Alex. Tove is owned by Madi (madi51000), Lillie is owned by Bryanna (BubblyMahomie), and Vanessa is owned by Alyson (she doesn't have an account).

I'm finally writing Echo's background story which I've decided to call A Powerful Echo. Echo has actually been in a couple of my stories, Ninjago 2014 and Ninjago: Frozen. Now she gets her own story! This is all in Echo's POV (point of view) so if she doesn't know something, you won't know it. Well, unless you've read the two stories she's in...


I woke up and quickly made my bed. I glanced over to Molly who'd done the same. I changed into my street clothes, maroon tee, denim shorts, and black shoes, and I walked over t my mirror. I brushed my hair and tied it into low pigtails. It was a normal day in the orphanage. I could go ahead and tell you what would happen today before it happened. First, everyone at breakfast will chat away, completely forgetting I was there. Then, someone will visit the orphanage and not adopt me. Finally, I'll go to bed wondering why in Ninjago did my parents hate me so much. Yeah, that's a normal day for me.

"Echo, come on, we're gonna be late for breakfast," Molly said, heading for the door.

I nodded and stood up. Okay so maybe I'm not completely ignored. Molly's my friend, my only friend. We share a room together and get along pretty well considering we have a seven year age difference. We had another roommate, Cindy, but she was adopted not too long ago. Cindy's ten, three years older than me, and her face lit up like a Christmas tree when she found out she was being adopted. Molly and I gave her a farewell party before she left. It was just us though because Ms. Ceader doesn't like parties... or kids. You'd think they wouldn't allow people who didn't like kids to run an orphanage.

Molly and I sat down at our seats. Like I predicted, everyone was chatting away. Molly put a couple pancakes on my plate and a strip of bacon. I began eating, listening to some of the gossip from the other girls. I was never one to spread gossip, but listening to it was a good way to pass the time. I also like knowing whether they're talking about me or not. It bugs me when they talk about me but not to me. I may be invisible most of the time, but if I mess up everyone sees me. Yet no one ever sees Ginger's mistakes. Ginger is sixteen, the oldest one here, and she acts like a total snob. We all know she'll never get adopted, and she doesn't want to because then she can't feel like the queen of the orphanage anymore. I always catch her when she thinks no one is looking, and if the others saw it too, no one would think she's all preppy anymore.

"Okay everyone, listen up," Ms. Ceader called, immediately getting everyone's attention. No one ever wanted to get on her bad side, not even Ginger would disobey her. "The orphanage is low on funds and unless all of you wanna end up on the streets you'll need to meet our candy sales' goal this year."

This is the worse part about the orphanage. We only get one chance a year to keep the orphanage going and that's selling candy. Basically, each room is forced to go out and sell at least $500 worth of candy. If said room doesn't reach the goal, they go without lunch for the next month, or two months, it varies on how much they're below the goal. Of course there's one bright side. Who ever sells the most boxes of candy gets the really fancy room. Ginger and her room have been winning it since Ginger was thirteen. The fancy room has silk bed sheets, three queen sized beds, and a separate bathroom. Though it's really hard to win if you don't have all three girls selling, so Molly and I have literally no chance of winning. I think we barely have a chance of making the $500 goal!

"Um, M. Ceader," Molly spoke up. Everyone turned to Molly. "Room G10 only has two girls this year and Echo isn't old enough to sell on her own."

"I don't see your point, Miss Lars. Miss Lenay will be eight in three months and is more than capable of selling on her own," Ms. Ceader said.

Okay, so confession time. Lenay is actually my middle name. I guess my parents didn't want to give away my real last name because they left it blank when they gave me to the orphanage. Molly once told me my last name, I don't know how in Ninjago she got it, but I didn't believe her anyway. The name she told me couldn't have been right. It just couldn't...

"But Ms. Ceader, you've never pushed anyone else to sell on their own before reaching eight. Echo should be no different," Molly argued.

"Molly, sit down, it's fine," I said hushly, pulling on her arm.

"It's not fine," Molly told me. "You can't be going off on your own."

"That's quite enough, Miss Lars," Ms. Ceader snapped, slamming her ruler onto the table. Don't ask why she carries a ruler, just don't. "Miss Lenay will sell at least half of the goal. Is that understood?"

Molly nodded and said, "Yes ma'am." She sat back down.

"Miss Lenay?" Ms. Ceader asked.

"I understand," I replied, then quickly added, "Ma'am."

"Good," Ms. Ceader smiled. "See? Everything works out. Now finish up breakfast. I want all of you selling by noon."

Ms. Ceader walked out of the room. No one continued their conversations or gossiping. We ate the rest of breakfast in silence.


So there's the start. Echo's life since she was dropped off at the orphanage. So basically like all orphanages in stories, it really sucks. There will be more on this kind of stuff in the next chapter. Review, and uh, please no flames. I really do hate them so. More than Echo hates people gossiping about her. Well actually, who doesn't hate when people gossip about their life. (Actually that was rhetorical. Though I don't really hate it so much. I mean, if their lives are so boring they have to talk and/or make up stuff about me then that's their problem not mine. Remember that next time someone starts a rumor about you. Don't care and just wonder to yourself "Who's life is so boring they have to talk about me")