A/N) I am really a terrible person aren't I. Eh, I'm not sure really, maybe you guys are excited for another story or... maybe you guys will get frustrated, I don't know. But this idea just wouldn't quit nagging my muse.

So... yah, here I started it. Your welcome, or, sorry. Which ever you pick. Just to make things clear, if you are the guys that have been reading my first Ninjago story 'The Silver Line' then don't worry I will finish it. I have the ending planned and everything.

For those new to me and my writing, welcome to this story. I also plan to finish this one.

Yay! And just a heads up, this is a complete AU, totally out there.

And yes, it's a high school themed one. BUT! Before you groan in detest, I just want to let you know, I am going to make this as un-cliché a high school story as possible. I'll even take crazy ideas from you guys. I mean come on! This is the ninja we're talking about! Even without mystic weapons and such, they are still nuts! That's why we love em'. So yah, I hope this turns out original and as far away as from cliché as possible.

I hope you'll all stick around. Now, without further adieu, let's have FUN!

Prologue: Just a Piece of Them

It was normal.

The black eye? Normal. The ripped shirt? Normal. The bruises and cuts? Totally normal. The fact that he was heading towards another day in a hellhole? Yep. That was completely normal. Jay Walker Walked down the hall way of this hell, or otherwise known as his high school. He hated Ninjago High, ever since he started attending from last year. He was labeled as a loser, a nobody, a waste of time and space... he lived in a freakin' junkyard for crying out loud! When people found THAT out... his life was officially dubbed: screwed.

The bullies, the mocking, the teasing. It was all normal. Still, He tried to make the best of it. He didn't know why, but he wanted to finish. He wanted to complete his education despite the hurting and loneliness. He wanted to finish this fight and laugh at them when he had won. He had dreams, and no matter what they tried to do to him, he was going to reach them, and with a smile at that, even if his black eye hurt as heck. Even if he had to lie to his parents about why another new jersey was ripped. Even if he had to wear long clothes until his cuts and bruises healed.

Because they can hurt him physically, but inside, he had an armored of solid gold and they couldn't break him if they didn't break that.

Another year was about to start. He was a sophomore now. This was going to be worse then last year. That he knew.

A spit wad hit his forehead. A small pebble got him in the back of his head. Taunts, laughers. 'Junk yard' Jokes.

He smiled.

That was his greatest weapon.

Jay Walker was ready and armed to take on the rest of this year. In a solitary armor that protected only him.

Sweat, cold, and at the same time burning. It streamed down his face, making his hair stick on his forehead and neck. He gripped the reins tighter, dust and dirt stung and stuck to his face. Roars from a hundred people filled his ears. Wind snapped his shirt. He gripped the reins tighter, his silver eyes narrowing, calculating the ending line. He gritted his teeth, leathery wings flapped on either side of him. Almost. . . There . . .

WHOOSH!

His dragon flashed over the checkered line. A roar of excitement took over the arena, people jumped and cheered, whooped and hollered.

He slid off his dragon, shooting his fists in the air as the announcer blasted over the mic:

"Winnneeeeer Cole Hunter!"

A chant of his name rose up as his team swarmed him and lifted him onto their shoulders.

His heart pounded, his dragon clawed the ground in its happy way as the people carried him away, his victory grin plastered on his face. This. this was what he looked forward to every year in this school. It made him somebody he wanted to be... he was almost completely happy.

But how is it that happiness can sometimes be only skin deep... despite all his achievements and popularity, something in Cole's life was missing, it had always been missing. But lately with every victory, and every passing year, that missing space grew bigger. To the point where he wasn't even sure if he was ever really happy.

This was his last year here. What he wanted more then anything was to fill that space, but it somehow seemed really impossible as the year started... Even if he did start it with another victory.

He didn't care. His father was angry at him. His sister always sad because of him. His life was just stupid. But he chose that way. he had chosen to be a rebel, to go against anyone that tried to tell him what to do. He was known as the tough guy of this school, he didn't even know why he still went to this school.

Kai Burner was the hot headed, hottie of the school. Maybe that was it, he had a really high reputation at this dump. People thought he was cool, some feared him, others practically died wanting to be in his group. All, even teachers knew better then to mess with him.

He had the fire inside to take anyone he wanted down. And maybe, just maybe, even though this place was filled with losers, it was still pretty fun. The way they cowered or kissed up to him. He had the power of the greatest monarch. If he was a king, he'd have ruled with an iron fist.

Unfortunately, this ability had gotten to his head and had made him forget.

He has forgotten the important things in life. If he doesn't remember them soon. . . He would be a monster for the rest of his life.

Calm and collected.

That was how they characterized him all his life. From the way he talked, to the way he walked. Everything and everyday was done and taken in simple calculated perfection. Some people would consider him a computer nerd. But he wasn't. He was one of the scarce people that came to this school that were labeled as ' uncategorized'. Because, he was brilliant. Not just brilliant, brilliant. But brilliant genius brilliant. Grades were perfect. GPA higher then highest. knowledge unparalleled at his age group.

But then he was also a calculated athlete. One of the best. Fast, strong, swift and accurate. His looks came in the top 5, he had a highly respected family, and he even went to the mayor of Ninjagos' house for all the expensive balls.

Zane Julian was perhaps one of the most flabbergasting character in the entire school. . . Scratch that, the entire city, probably even the world.

But still, even with all his amazing glory. Zane was far from completely perfect. It seemed just the opposite to outsiders but those few that knew him knew, Zane was oddly imperfect. And for some reason his closest people couldn't figure out why.

Zane wasn't even sure why. Not yet anyway.