"Ow! Kim!" Jerry moaned from the floor and Kim smiled triumphantly as he held his arm in pain. The two of them decided-or better yet Jerry decided that Kim needed to re-earn her black belt at the Wasabi dojo because the Black Dragons had considered her a black belt but Jerry needed to make sure.

Which led to crying and screaming.

Kim tried not to laugh while Jerry continued to do both.

"Am I qualified to be a black belt now?" Kim smirked. Jerry got up and scowled.

"Did anything come for me?" Milton said rushing into the dojo and looked around urgently.

"Why would anything to you, be sent to the dojo?"

"Because I'm expecting a letter from my penpal. And I told my mother that the penpal thing was a science experiment and she just loves to open my mail." Said Milton.

"Thanks for ditching me." Eddie panted once he walked in. His head dropped and he held onto his knees before plopping down on the bench.

"I told you that I needed to do something at the dojo."

"I thought you meant tomorrow. Not while we're in the middle of playing Call of Duty!"

"Well, I meant today. Did anything come, Kim?"

"Not that I know of. And what is this penpal thing?" asked Kim who was beginning to feel confused.

"It's the program at school for anyone who wants someone to talk to. It's like for anti-bullying." Said Milton proudly. "I thought it would be cool and I know what my mother would say, so I've had them delivered here."

"Where do you hide them?" asked Kim,

"That is none of your business." Milton replied and entered Rudy's office. Kim chuckled when Rudy stuck his head out of the office. "By the way, this is not where I hide my letters. I'm simply taking a look at Rudy's fine china."

"Mhm. I was guessing." Kim laughed. Milton shut the door and Kim sat next to Eddie, wiping the sweat from her forehead.

"Why's Jerry crying in the locker room?" asked Eddie who could hear the echoes of Jerry crying and muttering something in Spanish.

"I beat him at sparring and mainly beat him. He said that I wasn't a certified black belt."

"Oh."

"Yeah, well. Now I am." Kim smiled, "So, do you have a penpal at school."

"No!" said Eddie dramatically. Kim shot him a look and he slumped over. "I was thinking about asking somebody to see if Grace has one. I really want to talk to her but I don't know how."

"First tip, is to not ask cry baby over there on how to pick up girls because he doesn't even have one. Second is-"

"I am a genius!" Rudy exclaimed, and sauntered towards them. Jerry came out from the back and Milton carefully came out of Rudy's office, holding a couple letters.

"How?" asked Kim.

"How? HOW?! This is how! Do you all remember who founded this dojo? The one and only, great and almighty Bobby Wasabi?"

"Yeah." They chorused.

"Well, guess who I got to come join us tomorrow in the dojo before we face the Black Dragons in the National tournament coming up?"

"Bobby Wasabi?" Jerry guessed.

"Nope, but very close. The grandson of the man who trained Bobby Wasabi himself." Said Rudy excitedly.

"Oh my gosh! Rudy! How did you do that?" Kim asked, astonished.

"He accidently dented my car on his skateboard!" said Rudy in the same excited tone.

"How is that good?" asked Milton.

"It's good my young grasshopper because he said that he would do anything to repay me and before he completely destroyed the side of my car, he did some amazing stunts and I asked where he learned and he said his grandfather taught him and he's a black belt in karate and just be happy with me!" Rudy ordered and looked at Milton skeptically,

"What were you doing in my office?"

"Nothing! Just making sure that there was no dust lying around. Can't have you breathing in those toxic fumes when we have a celebrity to entertain." Said Milton nervously. But Milton bringing up the boy who wrecked Rudy's car made Rudy happy again.

"So, we're having another black belt in the dojo? Sure you don't want to verify him, Jerry?" said Kim.

Jerry imitated her and gave her the deadliest stare he could muster up on the spot.

[*]

"Mom! Dad! I'm home!" Kim hollered and made a detour to the kitchen when the smell of lasagna made her mouth water.

She walked into the kitchen and smiled at her maid, Minny.

"I thought you had the day off?"

"Do I ever?" Minny joked and turned on the faucet in the sink.

"Where's my parents?"

"There in the living room, discussing bills and such."

That was Kim's cue to go upstairs and into her room. They probably didn't want to hear about what happened with her day anyway.

They never do.

She pulled out her phone and scrolled through the contacts. Jerry wasn't talking to her until she apologized for hitting him and Eddie was probably in his room playing his games and then Milton was probably writing to his penpal.

Wow, at the time the thought seemed stupid. Kim didn't really need a penpal, she had plenty of friends.

Like, Grace who has now fallen into the category of frienemy. Which isn't the best place to be, since the word enemy is there.

And Frank, who she really didn't want to talk to.

Wow! She felt pathetic. Maybe, a penpal wouldn't be so bad.

Especially at a time like this.

[*]

"Kim? What are you doing here? You didn't do anything bad, did you?" asked her Principal Moorely.

"No, sir. I came to ask you about the penpal program at school. I would like to have a penpal."

"Oh! Well. Go see Miss Torres tomorrow about that and I'm sure she'll have someone for you."

"Thank you." Said Kim and then she left to find Miss Torres.

[*]

Kim kicked the other dummy and it fell to the ground with the other ones. Milton, Jerry and Eddie tried doing the same thing and succeeded.

"Hey, Kim. What's that in your bag?" asked Milton and Kim blushed.

"None of your business."

"Touche-"

"Da da! I'd like to ask you all to say hello to our new member Jack!" Rudy bellowed and Kim turned her head from Milton to the doorway and to the boy who had haunted her childhood when they were kids.

Jack Brewer.

Author's Notes: Review please :D. This is my first Kick fanfic so I didn't know if it was good enough or not.