The General's Daughter
Disclaimer: I do not own the Jackie Chan move. I do not own POTC, I wish to own Jack, Will and therefore own Orlando and Johnny but I don't. I do however own the rights to Riley and the general, Mr. Campbell and any other characters unless specified.
This story is set at first in today's world. The 21 century and that's all that needs knowing at the moment.
Chapter 2
Tae Kwon Do
'Oh great, Gym class, I'm overjoyed.' She thought to herself with less than normal enthusiasm. She turned her back to the other girls in the change room and decided to ignore them while she took off her shirt. One of them looked up and saw that Riley had a tattoo on her back. "Nice cross." She sneered. She swore under her breath forgetting she had the damn thing and then went on ignoring her. "What is it? Some kind of cross I assume?" 'Brilliant observation Sherlock.' "Yes, it's a Celtic cross." She muttered in return. "Cool. What are all those little scars on your back from?" Riley yet again forgot she had the scars that would eventually go away but apparently not at the moment. "I was in an accident and I had to have back surgery." She said simply.
Actually it wasn't that simple. What really happened was one day about a year ago when Riley was walking through her house, some mad man thought she was the general and so proceeded to shoot her in the back from outside the window. She was told she would never walk again and that she was paralyzed. Well after that, the general paid for the best doctors and junk like that so she was able to walk again and there she was changing for gym class. It was when she couldn't walk that the general got a special copy of Pirates of the Caribbean: Curse of the Black Pearl for her to watch at home while she was recuperating. That was when she fell in love with Will.
Before the girl could say anything else she left to get the class started and hurry up so she could leave. As it turned out it was "physical fitness" week and the usual groans were heard as anybody would hear when that phrase is said. The tests for the day would be running, chin-ups, sit-ups and push-ups. As she was running she thought to herself, 'It's a good thing the general made me take a few months at boot camp to shape up.' Now I know this sounds like a really harsh thing for him to do but she didn't think it was so bad. She was used to calling people sir and standing at attention all the time. The only thing that was really harsh was not getting to see POTC or even have any time to think of Will.
Next they sat in a circle on the floor and the teacher was talking. "If you're sixteen, raise your hand." A few people raised their hand. "All of you should be able to do over twenty push-ups." Of course there was the groans. "All of you who are seventeen," another few raised their hands. "You should be able to do over twenty five. Okay every body get to it. On my whistle." She got ready to blow but was interrupted. "Wait, are dear little new student here, didn't raise her hand for how old she was. Shouldn't we find out?" One of the students called out. It wasn't the same girl that asked about the tattoo either. "Well Riley, how old are you?" The teacher asked. "Yes, Riley, how old are you EH?" The girl shot a wicked smile her way, obviously thinking she was held back a year or something and trying to get off easy doing the work that the year before her was supposed to do. "I'm fifteen." She said shortly. She decided it was best to look at the ground instead of at the girl's head because she would probably laugh at the look that she knew was pasted on the other girls face. "Okay well Miss Young you have to do…" 'Blah, blah, blah!' She thought she didn't need to know how many she had to do. She already knew she could beat every one else. 'Think of Will. Think of Will. Think of Will.' She demanded of herself.
They had one minute to basically do as many push-ups as they could muster up and when the whistle blew again after the one-minute was up she wasn't even tired. Then she called out every one's name and when it was your turn you had to tell what you got so she could record the number. "Young." "Forty." She was just about to write down the number and then she paused. "You were taking it easy weren't you?" Asked the teacher. "What if I was?" She asked back. She loved answering a question with a question. She found that it confused people quite easily and she loved that, she also learned to confuse people the way Jack does, but she found that this way it took less breath then something like "The girl who did the push-ups beat the other girls who did the push-ups and the girl her did the push-ups wasn't trying as hard as the other girls who did the push-ups." Although, either way it was fun. Then the teacher had a brilliant and fun way to get the other girls excited about push-ups and she asked Riley "How would you like to have a contest right here, right now?" She challenged. "Deal." Riley agreed with slightly a bit more enthusiasm as she finally had a challenge. All the girls gathered round as they both got on the floor and it was a "battle to the death" or basically whoever held out the longest. In the end, It was Riley who won, the teacher stopped at about five minutes in and Riley could have kept going but decided against it as she didn't stretch first.
Riley had a spare next and she was going to go home early but decided to take a walk in the big field behind the school first. She stepped outside and a cool breeze hit her but it wasn't enough to overcome the hot, stickiness of the day. About five minutes into her stroll, a guy from her first class of the day walked up behind her with his gang and started the catcalls at her. She could ignore those and temporarily block them out but then he came up and tried to snake his arm around her waist and she couldn't take it anymore. She gave them a warning that they did not head and so forth continued. They didn't realize that she could fight as well and it ended up with them taking their knives out on her and she pulled a Jackie Chan move where she flipped the knife from the leaders hand to her own so that he was now the one being threatened. Another grabbed her shoulder and tried to catch her off guard and she leaned on her other leg slightly to throw him off balance and then kicked him in the side making sure to send him to the ground. "Drop it." She commanded at all of them as she spun around slowly making sure to keep an eye on all of them. "Or you might just end up like your friend here lying on the ground." One by one all the knives were dropped and they decided to attack on force rather than weapon. She still somehow won and decided to go home early. Where she emailed her friend back in Canada.
Dear Belle,
I hate it here. If the temperature drops to plus five they start to complain that it's cold! Back there it goes down to almost minus twenty-five and that's a normal day in November! It was my first day at my new school and I had to listen to some lady squawk at me about the school and all it's policies. That was when I stopped listening though, the general made me basically memorize the pamphlet, and so I decided to concentrate on where my POTC movie is in my room. I think I know where it is now and as soon as I finish writing this I'm going to watch it and then I have to clean my room or the general will make me scrub the floors clean with a toothbrush again. UGH! I MISS WILL TURNER! Anyway, this school that I'm at is so boring. They skipped me up to the eleventh grade and it's still boring. I'm acing it so far. Anyway I'm having a really bad time and I hope you guys write back soon or I think I'll die out here. But I have to go now and I'll talk to you later.
Sincerely,
Riley
After that she did watch POTC and then she decided to go for a walk before she cleaned her room and ended up sitting under a tree talking with her best friend Michael who was hauled away by the bases barber to get his hair cut because he has alluded them for the last time. After that she went home to clean her room and when she finished she went back outside and sat on her porch waiting to see the new and improved Michael.
He showed up without fail and they sat there talking about how stupid he looked. Just then something just outside the base blew up, making everything shake slightly, sending a heat wave over them momentarily. Just after that came a really strong wind, they stood up, wondering what was going on. The ground started shaking horribly and they heard an officer not far off in the distance yell. "Earthquake!" Riley looked up when she heard a sharp crack above her and saw that the balcony to her room was about to fall on them. Michael must have seen it too because he grabbed her and pushed her and himself into the roadway. Crumbling building fell from her house on them and Michael shielded her with his arms. Wood and cement, pieces of iron and glass rained on them and a particularly large piece of wood hit her on the head and she was knocked unconscious.
Riley awoke the next morning, still on the ground, Michael unconscious beside her. She had a splitting headache and she held her head as if it would stop if she did so. It didn't work and she tried to awaken Michael, which did eventually work and she found out he also had a splitting headache. They climbed over the debris in front of her house and figured the reason it wasn't cleaned up was because others were busy aiding to other people who were seriously hurt. She went into the bathroom and grabbed the aspirin and gave one to Michael and one to herself. She wondered where her father was but figured he was okay seeing as he wasn't under the crumbling house. "OH NO!" she said loudly, she rushed into the living room to find her POTC tape. It was fine. No harm was done to it. She sighed and sat down. Michael came in and asked her what was wrong. She brushed the question off as wondering if her beloved television was okay.
She looked at the clock and realized she had to get to school. She asked Michael if he could give her a ride and he said yes. She rushed upstairs changed her close, in her closest, not in front of the big gaping hole in her wall and ran back downstairs. "Do you really think you have to go to school today? I mean, you just had a house fall on you." "Yeah, but see the thing is, I'm not a witch so I think I'll be fine. Let's go!" she rushed and she beat him to his car and stopped at it seeing what happened. Michael rushed up and started swearing loudly. As it turns out, Michael's car, which was actually the bases car, now had a decorative hood ornament, a telephone pole sticking right in the middle of his car. "Um, never mind, I think I'll have a nice run to school instead okay?" she gave him a sympathetic pat on the back and started off at a run.