Ch.2
It's been about three weeks since I started school. The Black dragons have still been picking on me and for every time they picked on me, they always made it worse. Every hit got harder, every trick they pulled got more dangerous. Luckily I have my martial art skills so I know how to land in a safe way. But I still got hurt sometimes and I used my grandfathers dojo to train and to release my anger towards them. I wish I could do it in school but they would probably suspend me or give me detention.
No POV
One day, Jack was at the mall with his mom. She wanted to order food from a place called Circus Burger. Jack refused to walk in there since the clerk was dressed as a clown and Jack was terrified of clowns, due to a clown accident that happened on his fifth birthday. So his mom ordered a take out. They sat at a table outside.
"Oh! A shoe sale!" his mom said when they were done.
"Do I have to go with you?"
"No. You can wait out here and look around for yourself."
She walked to the shoe store.
Once again the little boy was alone. He looked around the mall. On one side he saw another restaurant called 'Falafel Phil's'. Why didn't they go there? In a corner was a store called Reptile World. The guy inside was talking with a man in a Karate Gi and a head band. Then Jack snapped. Karate Gi means he does Karate. The man walked out and now Jack could see he wore a black belt around his waist.
Black belt meant, he's either a top student, or a sensei. He walked in to a building that said ' Bobby Wasabi's Martial Arts Academy'. His grandfather trained Bobby Wasabi! And he has his own dojo?
Jack walked closer to the dojo and recognized three guys from his school. Jerry and Milton from English and Eddie from science. And the lunch lady? They were sparring. Jack saw that the sensei was disappointed by the boys. Even Jack frowned. Sure he didn't knew what belt level he had but even he could see that the students was worse at karate than his aunt was at dancing.
He walked closer to the dojo and saw them practice. He even walked inside. The guys was too busy to train that they didn't notice him.
"Who are you?" their sensei said to Jack.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you." Jack said.
"You do karate or something?" Jerry said using his rebel attitude.
"Jerry take it easy," Milton said. "He probably have a good reason why he's here."
They all looked at Jack.
"I-I used to train martial arts too. I got curious about what you did so, that's why I walked in."
"Oh. Then it's no problem." the sensei said. "I'm Rudy. This is Eddie, Milton and Jerry."
"I know. We go to the same school."
"So, you said you knew martial arts. Show me some."
"I-I can't. My mom is waiting for me. Maybe I can come back tomorrow."
"Promise you will."
"Okay."
Jack walked out of the dojo, to the shoe store where his mom was done and they went home.
At home they had home made sushi for dinner.
"What did you do when I was at the shoe store?" his mom said.
"I checked out a dojo."
"Really?" his grandfather said. "What dojo?"
"A Bobby Wasabi Dojo."
Jack's answer made his grandfather choke his coffee.
"Bobby Wasabi? You should join them!"
"Well, their sensei did invited me to visit them tomorrow."
"You should. Show them what you've got."
Jack's POV
Next day in school was normal. At lunch the black dragons cut in line in front of me and gave me each a slap in the head. I didn't care. Then, from the corner of my eye I saw an apple fall. Without thinking, I turned around and caught it with my foot. Then I tossed it up to my hand. The person was a girl with blond hair. Not just any blond haired girl. It was her from the English class.
"Alright, that was almost cool," she said. "I'm Kim."
"I'm Jack," I quickly responded. Wait. Did she just say that her name was Kim? What if she was... No. It can't be true. There are a lot of blond girls in this world named Kim.
"Oh, you must be that new guy."
"I've been the new guy for about three weeks."
She smiled. Wow how cute she looked when she smiled.
"Ehm... can I have my apple back?" she said after an awkward silence.
I snapped and carefully gave Kim back her apple.
"KIM! Over here!" someone shouted. Probably one of Kim's friends.
"I'm coming!" Kim said. "I'll see you around." Then she walked away.
"Yeah, see you around.." I whispered.
"Hey you!" someone else shouted. The sound came from Eddie I saw from the dojo yesterday. It looked like he invited me to sit with him, Jerry and Milton.
I walked to them as I heard Jerry say, "Dude! Why are you inviting him over? Do you know what will happen to our reputation if he starts hanging with us?"
"Don't we already have a bad one for being the worst dojo in the Bobby Wasabi chain?" Milton said.
"Good point."
I sat down.
"So, you're coming with us to the dojo after school, right?" Milton said.
"Yeah, sure." I said.
"You promised Rudy and he gets frustrated when someone breaks the Wasabi code."
"You know the wasabi code?"
"Well, DUUH!" Jerry said. "Why? Do you know it?"
"Yes."
"How can you know about it? Do you even know who Bobby Wasabi is?"
"Well... this is going to sound stupid and you're not gonna believe me but... my grandfather used to be Bobby Wasabi's karate sensei."
I shut my eyes closed. Why did I told them that? I HATE to brag. I peaked with one eye. I saw Jerry gawk like a bird house. Then I opened the other one to see the other two doing the same thing.
"What?" was all I got out.
"Your grandfather trained Bobby Wasabi!" they said at the same time.
"Yes. But that was a long time ago. Both grandpa and Bobby has retired."
"Welcome to the group dude!" Jerry said and gave me a friendly punch on my shoulder.
"Thanks, I guess."
And that's how I got three new friends. At last.
Suddenly Milton got hit by something on the back of his neck.
It was the black dragons who had thrown a falafel ball at him. Then I got hit by one too.
"Oh my gosh are you okay Jack?" Milton said.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I said. "They do that to me everyday anyways."
"I know how you feel bro." Jerry said.
"Wait, so the black dragons are picking on you as well?"
"They've been picking on us for ages," Eddie said.
So it's not just new kids they pick on. Even people at a lower level than them.
Suddenly the black dragons threw several falafel balls at us so all of us got hit.
I couldn't take it anymore.
"Would you cut that out?" I suddenly shouted, not knowing what I did.
"What?" Frank said. "Are you telling me to stop?"
He rose from his chair so it fell down.
Something inside of me told me to do something, so I rose from my chair to.
"Yes, I did." I said and walked towards Frank. "Stop bullying kids on a lower level than you! We're sick and tired of it!"
"Look people! The loser is doing stand-up!"
"I'm the one doing stand-up? Then who's wasting their time, breaking people down to make themselves feel better? I believe they have a certain mascot. Black, mythical, pukes fire. I think you can figure out the rest."
I turned back to my seat. Then I sensed something coming at me. I quickly turned and caught another falafel ball. Frank had tried to throw one at me again.
"Nice try," I said and threw the ball backwards so it landed in the trashcan. "Come on guys. Let's go."
And we left.
The school passed and I followed them to the dojo.
"Glad you're here Jack," their sensei Rudy said.
I was wearing an easy v-necked t-shirt and and a pair of sweats.
"Thanks," I said.
"Why don't you spar with Milton as a start."
"Okay."
I walked up to the center of the mat, in front of Milton.
"Give me your best shot," I said.
Milton threw some punches and kicks but I managed to block them all.
"Is that it?"
"Hey! I'm only a white belt," Milton panted. "Try sparring with Jerry. At least he's an orange belt."
A better competition.
"Okay,"
Jerry came up to me. We bowed and sparred.
I must say. Jerry was better than Milton but he still didn't had enough to take me down.
"Seriously? How good are you?" Jerry asked.
"Like I said. I don't know."
"How about you spar with our top student?"
"Who's that?"
"She's not exactly a student," Rudy said. "She actually just visit the dojo once in a while. She originally train with the black dragons."
"Will she be here today?"
"Yeah, she'll arrive in any second."
"Hi everyone!" I heard a girl voice say.
I turned around and saw the girl from the cafeteria. Kim.
"Hi Kim," Rudy said. "Perfect timing."
"Oh, hi." she said when she saw me. I gave her back a small wave.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
"He came to train with us," Milton said.
"You train karate?"
"A little bit," I said.
"A LITTLE bit?" Jerry said. "Dude, I'm the one with the orange belt and I still can't take you down!"
"Really?"
"Kim is the only one among us with a black belt." Rudy said.
"So what belt lever are you?" Kim asked me.
"I have no clue," I said. "But my grandfather used to train Bobby Wasabi to his movies.
Once again,it felt like I was bragging too much.
"Wow. Cool!" Kim said. She didn't seemed to have a giant reaction. Rudy on the other hand, reacted like the guys did in the cafeteria.
"YOUR GRANDFATHER TRAINED BOBBY WASABI!" he shouted as he shook my shoulders.
"Whow, Rudy! Don't break him!" Kim said and loosed the grip Rudy had on me. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"So you didn't knew your belt level?"
I nodded.
"Well let me be the judge of that."
We took our positions on the mat. We bowed and Rudy signalized us to start.
We both got into fighting positions. We walked in a circle on the mat. Then Kim made the first move. A side kick to my shoulder. I ducked and spun a kick towards her legs. But she jumped.
We kept on like this for a good while. I could tell that Kim was a black belt. She was tough with the way she attacked.
It continued on. I even had to do a cork spin from the bench they had inside.
"Okay time out!" Rudy yelled. "Take a break guys."
Both Kim and I were out of breath. We stood on the opposites of the dojo. We bowed to each other.
"Thanks for the match," Kim said and held out her hand. I grabbed it and shook it. "Welcome to the Bobby Wasabi Martial arts Academy."
