Wassup people this is puma here. (wolfy took a brake, something about not getting payed enough) This is my first ever fanfic I hope you like it.

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This is a story about a boy and a girl. They were closer than possible. You can't really blame them, I mean they are cousins. For all you jackxkim fans the girl is not Kim. Kim is in California with Jerry, Eddie, and Milton. If it where Kim I probably would not be alive right now because a mad mob of jackxkim fans would have tore me to pieces.

But that isn't the story.

One day the boy, named Jack, moves to California. A week later the girl's mother dies. The father starts to ignore the girl, who's named Dakota. One day he gives her a surprise. Not a very good one either.

If you want to know what it is you'll just have to read to find out. Que the evil laughter.

By the way, I'm just warning you, this chapter will be sad, but the next chapters will be funnier.

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Dakota Ace's POV

I glanced over to see my soon-to-be challenger. He was obviously waaayy to full of him self. He smirked as was only about half his size, even if I was tall for my age of 11.

I heard the announcer call us up because are match would be soon. I made my way to the mat. I smiled my dad would finaly see me do karate. I rarely see him, its almost like he avoids me. This all started at my moms death. At the funeral my dad said there was a mistake, because I was seated with my cousin and aunt. My dad said it was to late to change.

I quickly looked around to find my dad. There! He was talking to someone. I waved, my dad was turned away from me so he didn't see but the person he was talking to said something and he turned to me. He looked calm as he turned around but when he saw me he took on a look of sadness. I could see he tried to hide it but it still made my heart ach. He never looked at Janett, my adopted older sister, that way.

Then his phone ringed. My heart broke right then and there as he walked out of the room to take it. Fury shot through me as I turned on Mr. full-of-himself and attacked we shared a few well-aimed punches and doges until he backed up and ran at me. I smiled at myself and I waited for it. At the exact time I expected him to he jumped at me. I ducked down so low, it looked like he would shoot over me, but at the right time I shot a hand up grabed his hand and stood up. I used the momentum to swing him over my shoulder, still holding on to his arm, and puled him to the ground and because he was behind me and on the ground I did a backwards cartwheel landed safely behind him and won.

Perfect timing because my dad walked in as I went to my sensi as he congratulated me he also gave me a sorry look because he saw my dad leave.

I said it was nothing, but inside it hurt.

I walked into the locker room. Nobody was there because I was in talking to my friend, Amelia Dexter. I sat on one of the metal benches and opened up my bag. As I was shuffling through my stuff a picture fell out. I picked it up and looked at it. It was a picture of a girl, my age, who looked just like me. She had jet black hair, pale blue/gray eyes and she was even wearing the same necklace made out of white and purple shells. My mom, Dakota Anderson. The only difference was that she didn't have a pale blue strip , that matched our eyes, diyed in to it. Next to her was a boy with spikey brown hair with brown eyes. My dad James Ace.

Scratch what I said earlier it dose not hurt me

It kills me.

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James Ace's POV

I waited in the limo for my daughter. (A/N yes, they have a limo. Her mom was a model and actress, and her dad is a model and a director). She walked out of the dojo and climbed in. She had gotten used to the idea of not sitting next to me and went towards the front. She sometimes talked with the driver.

I watched her as she laughed at something he said. Even their laughs are the same. The other teams dojo was far away so I easily drifted to sleep.

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I was in my old house on my bed when she came in. Her black hair was still perfect but her eyes were angry. "Don't do it," she said. I knew what she was talking about, but I pretended I didn't

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"She didn't change, so stop treating her like she's the plague!" "I know she's not the plague," I said calmly, "you don't treat Janett any different," she argues. Because Janett isn't your exact copy, I told my self.

It was true. Every time I saw Dakota my heart would ach and I would remember her. "I just miss you so much," I say. Her eyes soften. "I am not happy with this to but I'm tired of felling so much pain. I try to forget, and my day goes fine, then I come home and see her talking on the phone or swimming, and she just looks so much like you-," and I couldn't help my-self a tear slid down my face. "It's only until for a few months, and who knows, she might like it there."

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Dakota A.'s POV

My dad called me down stairs, so I walked through the maze that is the library to the dinning room. We had a library thanks to my mom who taught me to love books.

Even though it was five years ago I remember it like it was yesterday. I had gotten home from school and my dad called my in here. Janett was already there, crying. I asked her what's wrong and she only cried more. My dad told me my mom was dead.

I walked into the room and saw my dad there a fake smile plastered onto his face. Janett was sitting a few seats down from him. She looked mad, and as I walked in she stood up and walked out. But before she left she turned around and said to our dad, " You don't have to do this."

"Hi dad, what's up?" I asked. "Well I was thinking, maybe you would like to visit your cousin and aunt." "You mean Jack and Auntie Lilly?" "Yes, them," he answerd. "I'd love to! How long will I be there for?" I ask. "I don't know a few months, maybe a year?" "A YEAR?" I said as my mouth hung wide open.

"I don't know dad, how about I stay here," I offer. He mumbled something and I asked him to repeat it. "It's not your choice," he says in a demanding voice. Pain strikes my heart as I understand something. "You don't want me around, do you?" I say in a quiet voice. "No, that's not it, its just, umm , you know-" he trys to stutter out, but I don't let him finish. I run up to my room trying not to let the tears out.

I sat on my bed, looking at the suitcase that my dad had someone bring up. I knew I had to go. I packed up and set the envelope that was left with it that had my flight plans on my desk.

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I got off the plane and gave the taxi man the address to the mall that my Aunt Lilly gave me. She said that Jack would be in karate when I got there.

My plane was late, but she said he would be there because he usually stayed late with his friends. So I walked in to the mall, when I heard something. "I can't believe he's really going to do this. I mean, come on! Why would someone copy Jerry?" I smiled.

It was Jack.

Then I heard someone yelling, " No, Millton you don't need to put sunglasses on the manican!" Then I heard a mumbling. Obviously this Millton had a much less loud voice than the other one.

"I don't care if the plastic might melt in this heat!" I heard the loud one say, "It's going to be dive bombed by sea gulls anyway!

I could tell that this was Jack's friend.

Hmm. Maybe I would like it here.

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sorry it was so sad in the beginning. It will be funnier in the next chapters. Please review. Helpful critisim is welcome.

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