A/N: Tell me if you like this series so far, I really need to hear reviews XD! It honestly takes a while to get to the point, and I will make 2 POVs per chapter. Maybe 3 next one. After most of the characters are introduced, it will be getting to the point! (More exciting)

Jade's POV

As I walked into Ninjago Middle School, I noticed something. It was probably a person, with dark, with black, red, and purple clothing. It was only there for a second, and was gone in a few seconds, I shrugged it off, as it wasn't even there for five seconds. I kept walking into the school, and I ran off to my locker. While I was running, I tripped on a piece of lifted concrete. They should really improve this school. Brylie was opening her locker at the same time when I got there and she was next to me on the right. To the left of me was a trash can. She looked at me, frowning.

"Well, if it isn't the biggest loser on the whole track team. I was first, and you only got what, last?" She mocked, holding up her gold metal. I sighed, opening my locker.

"No, I didn't get last, I actually got third."

"Oh, yeah, third. Such a BIG accomplishment." She rolled her eyes, and stood with her hands on her hips, "Yeah, I'm gonna go, I don't want to be seen with such a BIG loser." She skipped away, walking to where her girlfriends were.

"By the way, you belong in that trash can, next to you!" She laughed and so did her posse. They walked away. I sighed, frowning at their immaturity. I got my books, and walked up to a seventh grade teacher's door, Mrs. Ebgerts. She was Amanda's Language Arts 2nd hour teacher. Every year, people from the eighth grade get to help out with a seventh grade class. I chose Mrs. Ebgerts because, well, she was my favorite teacher in seventh grade, and because I know Amanda had her. I waited until the bell rang, and all the kids came in. I recognised one kid. I think it was one of my Dad's friend's son. He looked like a ghost, and I wouldn't question him on that. It was so weird.

Mrs. Ebgerts looked up from her desk after taking roll call.

"Everyone is here, now it is time to take a partner for your next project. You can be in groups of two or three." The ghost boy walked over to a girl I knew too. She was Amanda's cousin, Charlotte. They hugged when he came over to her. Oh. They must be girlfriend and boyfriend. After the hour was over, everyone left. I only had to supervise and help answer questions. This is going to be an easy day. I smiled to myself.

Chase's POV

When I walked into Mrs. Ebgerts' room, I noticed a girl, in the eighth grade, looking at me strangely. It didn't bother me, since I got looks like that all the time. She actually looked really familiar. I knew we would have a project today, because Mrs. Ebgerts was talking about it for weeks now, and how she said it would be our final, something at the end of the year where we take a test of something. I don't want to go to my eighth hour teacher, Mr. Integel, because we have to do math in that class and I'm horrible at math. He is also very rude and gives us a lot of homework.

"Everyone is here, now it is time to take a partner for your next project. You can be in groups of two or three." I walked to my girlfriend, Charlotte, and we hugged.

"So, who's the eighth grader?" Charlotte blinked,

"Oh, her, yeah she's my Mom and Dad's friend's daughter. Also my cousin's best friend."

"Oh, ok." The project was pretty easy, we had to make up a story that was 7 paragraphs long, and I have a vivid imagination. Charlotte wanted to do a story about some multi-colored ponies, while I wanted to have a family of blue cats, pink bunnies, and a walking, orange fish. She said my idea was too silly, and I said her idea was too "girly." Then I thought of something, maybe we could make it so that our parents, and Charlotte's Aunt and Uncle were ninja fighting crime. She said that it was a perfect idea and started laughing.

"That's a great idea, Chase. It's so unrealistic that it would be funny, and work! Good job!" We put our hands up for a high-five, with Charlotte giggling. We tried to high-five, but my hand phased through hers. She gave a nervous smile, and went to get a chromebook to type.

New Generations

As I walked home, I saw Mark walking, I ran up to him, and he looked at me.

"Hey, Chase."

"Hi, Mark. I wanted to ask you something after eighth hour, but I didn't have time to."

"Ok, what's up?"

"I saw a figure running across the school yard."

"What! You did too? Did he have black,-"

"purple, and red clothes?"

"Yeah! How did you see him?"

"I was walking to school."

"Same." I thought hard about what to do.

"Maybe on Monday we can see who that was if we wait long enough."

"Ok, meet me at 6:00, an hour before school starts. We can camp there." He smiled, maybe he could bring Charlotte with him. I'd love to be with her." I smiled and walked home.