A/N: Hey guys! So, you didn't get the 18 reviews I asked for, but I'm obviously still going to post this chapter. I really like this one, and I hope you do too! Sorry if you don't like that it's not really Kick-y, but I thought I'd take a break from the mushy love stuff. Sorry again…I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I think we all know what I'm going to say…

Word: Ghost

Summary: Years after the devastating death of a student at the Bobby Wasabi Dojo, It reopens, only for new students to discover that it seems to be haunted. What will happen?

Relationship: In this story, it's not very centered on their relationship, and it's kind of odd…you'll see what I mean later. On the other hand, they're dating…sorta.

When: Ermmm…kinda hard to say…you'll see what I mean later. At the 'incident' they're juniors. And it's a little AU…but not totally.

Quicknote: This story is going to be told by a kid named Colin. He's an OC of mine. It'll make the story more interesting. Trust me on this.

Authors POV

The Bobby Wasabi Dojo closed down April 22nd, 2014. Tragic events had led to the death of their two most prized students, Jack Brewer and Kim Crawford, and the dojo was closed down in honor of them. All of their friends had dropped karate completely. Jerry, Eddie and Milton felt so guilty that they wouldn't talk to each other anymore. They all shut down, not talking to anyone ever, and falling behind in school, to the point of dropping out. They all felt responsible for what had happened.

But now, five years later, a new generation of students has brought back the Bobby Wasabi Dojo. Although, it's not called 'Bobby Wasabi' anymore, because even Bobby had quit pursuing karate, and now lives in a completely different state, as far away from the memories as he can.

They now call it the Sneak Attack Dojo. There's a new sensei teaching the new students, who goes by the name of Gregory Flinch. But the students just call him Greg. The first students to enroll were a group of 6 kids, Colin, Max, Jo, Ashley, Calvin and Jordan. (A/N: Max, Jo and Ashley are girls…the rest are guys, if you couldn't tell) Everyone but Colin vaguely knew each other from school, but weren't really friends. Colin was the new kid in town, and didn't really have any friends. He had decided to sign up for karate to make some friends, and he really likes karate too.

The story begins the night before the reopening of the dojo. Colin was very nervous about his first day at karate, and had a very restless night…

Colin POV

"Jack!" a girl yells. She's blonde, and very pretty. What is going on here? Where am I?

"Kim? What's wrong?" The boy, I guess Jack, answers.

"Jack we have to get out of here!" Kim yells frantically. I look around. I seem to be in the dojo. Weird. Who are these people?

"What's wrong Kimmy?" Jack asks her, trying to calm her down. The dojo looks weird. I could've sworn it was mostly purple when I looked through the window the other day…I see a calendar on the wall. April 22nd…2014? What?

"It's the Black Dragons. We need to get out!" It's dark in the dojo. Is this a dream? Feels like a nightmare…

"Oh come on, we can take the Black Dragons!" Jack says to the girl. But the girl seems really scared. Something's wrong.

"Hello? Who are you? Where am I?" I shout to the mystery people. But they're oblivious to me.

"No, not this time. Jerry called me, saying that they're really angry, and they're drunk!" Kim shouts some more. That guy really needs to get his butt out of there. This girl seems really upset!

"Relax, Kimmy. I'm sure it's all going to be fine. I have to practice for the tournament; can you help me out please?" The boy continues kicking at a dummy. The girl seems to relax.

"Okay, fine Jack," she sighs in defeat. Ugh. I want to know what's going on!

"Thanks babe," he kisses her, and then the girl starts to help him with whatever he was doing. I gave up trying to figure out what's going on and just watched. They were just working on some moves, when all of a sudden the door swings open, and a tall, well-built guy comes in with curly hair.

In the darkness of the night, and the dim light of the dojo, I can only make out a bit of a silhouette of him. Actually, I couldn't really see any of them. They're all a little fuzzy.

"Hellllooooo friends," the person who just walked in slurs. He's obviously drunk. Is this the Black Dragon guy or whatever that Kim was talking about?

"Hi Frank..." Jack says then thinks for a moment before adding, "And we're not really friends."

"I told you," Kim whispers to Jack. Jack shrugs.

"So, Jack. I heard you got into that tournament this year. That's my tournament. You STOLE my spot," Frank said, raising his voice. This is starting to scare me.

"Tough luck. I've been practicing really hard for this. Maybe you'll get it next year," Jack said, shrugging him off.

"NO," Frank pulls out a knife, "I'M COMPETEING THIS YEAR." Frank shouts, moving closer. As he shouts, four more big guys come in behind him, also wielding knives.

"Whoa, whoa," Jack backs up, standing in front of Kim protectively, "No need for the knives. I'll let you have your spot if you want it, just put the knife down." Jack tries to reason with Frank, but he doesn't seem to be backing down.

"NO. YOU CAN'T JUST GIVE ME YOUR SPOT. I NEED YOU GONE. SO YOU CAN NEVER TAKE MY PLACE AGAIN. AND YOUR LITTLE GIRLFRIEND TOO," He spat, slurring his words and shouting furiously. There is rage in his voice, and Kim looks terrified. I hear Jack whisper something to Kim, but I can't really hear what he said. I think he told her to call someone, because she very sneakily got out her phone behind Jack and started dialing.

"Look, Frank, we can talk about this, I just need you to put the knife down. You're drunk, and in no state to assess what you're about to do," Jack tries to reason with the big lug again. He seems to relax a bit, but is still obviously angry.

"I was the best in this town. UNTIL YOU SHOWED UP," Frank's anger returns. Jack hold up his hands.

"Look man, there's room for both of us at the top. I'll talk to Rudy, and you can have this tournament. I'll find somewhere else to compete," Jack reasons with him. Frank doesn't seem convinced. I don't know who these people are, but I'm scared for their lives as of right now.

"NO. I'M THE BEST," Frank shouts, lunging towards Jack with his knife. He misses by only a little, and Jack grabs his arm.

"You probably shouldn't have done that. Kimmy, run!" He shouts at his girlfriend, and then flips Frank. Kim tries to escape out the door, but two guys block her way. I watched the scene unfold in front of me, my heart racing. They were all fighting, fists and feet flying everywhere, until it became near impossible to tell one pair of legs from another.

When it seemed that the fight was nearly over, something terrible happened. Time seemed to slow down, and I could hear my own heavy breathing, as everything else had gone silent. I felt my heart beating rapidly in my chest as I watched it happen. Frank was lying on the ground, looking unconscious. Then I noticed his fingers curling, grabbing hold of his knife. Jack was helping Kim fight off two goons and neither of them could see Frank.

"JACK! JACK! TURN AROUND!" I shouted, knowing very well that none of them could hear me. Frank came behind Jack, plunging the knife into his back so it stuck out of his stomach. Jack stopped for a moment, realizing what had happened. His opponent kicked him, and he fell backwards, the fall causing the knife to be pushed even further. I tried to run to get him, but it seemed that an invisible force held me back. It took a second for Kim to realize what had happened. She collapsed to her knees beside him, grabbing his hand.

"Jack! JACK! You're going to be okay; just breathe and I'll call an ambulance," Kim said frantically. Jack was obviously struggling for life. His could barely hold his eyes open. Kim tried to get up, but Jack pulled on her hand.

"Kimmy," he whispered, moving a piece of hair out of her face, "Goodbye. I love you. Forever and Always."

"No Jack, you're not going to die!" she shouted at him through her sobs.

"Kimmy, calm down, shh shh," he tried to sooth her.

"I love you too Jack. Forever and Always," Kim said, tears streaming down her face. She leaned in and kissed his forehead, cuddling up next to him as he slipped into death. He had wrapped his arm around her, and his lifeless arm still stayed around her waist. She sobbed into his chest, clinging onto his shirt.

As they lay there together, another guy came and stabbed Kim in the back too.

"NO!" I shouted, still aware that no one could hear me. These guys are heartless. Kim had no reaction except for a slight gasp. She only cuddled closer to Jack and died in his arms, both of them lying there together in their final moments.

The police burst in the door moments too late. And ambulance took away Jack and Kim, but it was obvious that neither of them were going to make it. Frank and his gang were arrested, just as they should be. Then 3 boys and one short man ran into the dojo, out of breath and frantically looking about.

"Where are they, officer?" The short man asked one of the police.

"Who?" The police asked, confused.

"My students, Jack and Kim. They were here practicing, where are they?" the three boys were staring wide-eyed at the ambulances. A Latino boy tapped the man on the shoulder.

"Rudy…" he said, "I think they're in there." He pointed at the ambulance as it drove away. The 3 boys and man all started crying, joining in a group hug.

The scene began to blur and fade…it started to become quieter…

My eyes shot open, and my breathing was shallow. I was in a cold sweat, my sheets tangled around me, as if I had been thrashing in my sleep. Sleep. It was just a dream. But it all seemed so…real. I could see light streaming in through my window. Ugh. Daytime. I looked at my clock: 10:33. I checked my calendar: Saturday, April 22nd 2019. Back to normal. I noticed that there's writing on my calendar. I grabbed my glasses and stand up, walking over to read it better.

"Karate," I read my words out loud, tracing my finger over the pen markings, "finally."

I've been waiting all through fall and winter to start karate. I'm somewhat of a misfit at school, having just moved here from Ohio. It was a far move, but my dad got a promotion here in Seaford, and he just had to take it. I'm just excited to start making friends that have the same interests as me. I would have started karate earlier, but there were no dojos in our city until very recently. Both the Bobby Wasabi and Black Dragon Dojos had been closed down about 5 years ago for some odd reason.

Black Dragon…5 years ago…nah, it was just a dream.

Today is the grand reopening of the Sneak Attack Dojo, or the renamed Bobby Wasabi Dojo. They had to change the name because that Bobby guy had closed down his franchise after the one dojo had closed down.

My first class starts at noon, so I started getting ready. I decided to take a shower, because I had sweat really badly over night. As I showered, I couldn't help but think about my dream. Every single detail still lingered in my brain, which is odd, because dreams are supposed to be mostly forgotten when you wake up. And everything had seemed so real. It was as if I was actually watching the action, and two people actually were killed right in front of me. But it couldn't be, right?

I finished my shower, got dressed, brushed my teeth, the usual morning stuff, and tried to suppress the memory of the dream. But it just wasn't going away. By the time I had finished getting ready it was only 11:05. My mom was going to drive me, but because I have so much time, I decided to just ride my skateboard.

"Hey Mom, I'm heading out. You don't need to drive me, I'll ride my board!" I shouted to my mom.

"Okay, have fun sweetie, love you!" I heard her shout back somewhere in the distance.

"Love you too mom!" I shouted into my house, "Bye dad, bye Cassie, bye Reagan!" I shouted goodbyes to the rest of my family. I heard a chorus of 'goodbye's in return and headed out the door.

I rode towards the mall, trying to avoid puddles from last night's spring showers. I love the rain, but I'd rather not have the bottom of my pants sopping wet my first day at karate. That probably wouldn't make me many friends.

It took me about half an hour to get to the mall. When I got there, they were about to cut the symbolic ribbon to open the dojo, and there was a small crowd gathered around it. I rode over to the crowd to try to get a better look. I saw a couple of people around my age, and I assumed they were there for practice like I am. I saw a kid I somewhat recognized from school; I think his name is Calvin.

We all crowded around the ribbon, as someone made some sort of speech. I think it was the sensei. He said his name is Gregory Flinch; or something like that. I looked up at the dojo and saw that it was mostly purple, just as I remember seeing it before. Not the weird version I had seen in my odd dream last night.

In my peripheral vision, I saw something move in the dojo. Weird. I shifted my gaze and I couldn't believe what I saw. Two shadowy, faded figures stood in the corner of the dojo. Well, they sat I guess. The crazy part is that it looked like the two people from my dream! That Jack kid was sitting on a pile of mats, with his girlfriend, Kim, sitting on his lap. They were looking around with confused looks.

I gaped at the ghosts sitting in my new dojo. Their eyes met mine, and they seemed a bit surprised that I was looking right at them. They whispered something to each other that I couldn't hear. Then they disappeared. I rubbed my eyes and shook my head. I couldn't have just seen that. That's not possible…right? There must be a smudge in my contacts…and I probably imagined the faces. That must be it. There's no other explanation. Ghosts aren't real. That story probably was some made up story I came up with. I know that the dojo was closed so many years ago because of some kind of tragedy, but my brain probably just made it all up. That's probably it.

The sensei guy cut the ribbon and the dojo was officially reopened. Everyone who was gathered walked into the dojo behind the sensei. The adults all went to talk to the sensei, while the kids wandered around a bit. I looked around at who would be my new group here at the dojo. There were 5 other kids. 3 girls and 2 guys.

I saw the guy, Calvin, who I kind of know, and I went over to him, as he was sitting on a bench alone.

"Hey…Calvin, right?" I asked him and sat next to him. He looked up and smiled.

"Yeah…you're Colin, right?" He answered. I smiled back.

"Yeah," I answered him, "are you going to start taking lessons here?"

"Yeah, you?" He said.

"Yeah," I answered. Awkward conversation much? Calvin is somewhat of a jock, but always seems a bit left out of the group. He's shorter than most of them, but he's really good at basketball. I've noticed that the other guys don't talk to him that much, but he still keeps up a smile. He seems like a cool kid. He has long brown hair, not super long, but long enough that he has to flip it every once in awhile. He has braces, and is really tan. The kind of guy that my sister would go crazy over. I should probably keep her away…

"So, did you do karate before you moved here?" Calvin asked, drawing me away from my thoughts.

"Yeah, I learned in a dojo in Ohio. I'm a red belt, so I guess you could say I'm pretty good. Have you ever done karate?" I asked him, curious if they could because of the dojos being closed.

"Oh that's cool…and not exactly. There really isn't anywhere to practice in this town, since they were closed down. But my dad teaches me and my siblings sometimes in my basement. But because he's not technically a real sensei, we could never actually get any real belts," he told me his story.

"Well, I bet you'll be just as good as anyone who actually I has had training," I told him, rewarded with a broad smile from him.

"Thanks," he said.

"Hey, do you have any idea why this dojo was closed down? Or the Black Dragons?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.

"Yeah…it's kind of a sad story…" he said quietly, "two kids died in here…and it was a couple of Black Dragons who were responsible for it." My breath caught in my throat…could it really be?

"Do you know what their names were? I mean, the ones who…ya know…died?" I pressed more questions.

"Uhh yeah, I think it was Jack Brewer and Kim Crawford…they were the best karate students of their generation. And quite the power couple, in just about everyone's opinion," As he finished talking, I felt my stomach drop, recognizing the names from my dream. Something weird is definitely going on.

"Okay, attention everyone," I heard the sensei yell over all the talking. Calvin and I looked up from our conversation to listen.

"I'm going to have to ask the parents to leave for your kids' first lesson. I believe that I will not be able to fully connect with my students if you are in their presence," He announced. I agree with him. If my mom was here, I would've sat in the corner and not said a word. The parents all said goodbye to their kids, then left the dojo.

"Okay guys, everyone come sit over here," he gestured to an area in the dojo. We all sat spread out from each other, as none of us really knew one another.

"Well, it's obvious that none of you guys really know each other," he scanned his eyes over us, "so today we're just going to get to know each other. Alright?" We all nodded in agreement.

"Let's get started."

***End of Practice***

Shortest hour and a half of my whole life. The first day of practice was great. I made friends with all of the other students there, and I really am expecting great things from this dojo. Besides Calvin, I met four other kids. Jordan, Max, Jo, and Ashley. They all seem really nice, and I'm glad that I'll have people to talk to at school from now on.

But something really weird is definitely going on. All throughout practice, I saw movement when no one was near there, and I could've sworn I saw the ghosts again. I must be going crazy. I think I should probably find out more about the dojos being closed down before I jump to conclusions though.

I had to ride home on my board again, even though it was really dark out. All of us had stayed longer to hang out and get to know each other better, so it's about 8:00 now. I put my headphones in my ears and started on my way home. I had to pass the dojo on my way out of the mall, and I saw something weird again that caught my eye. I stopped boarding and moved closer.

Sure enough, there were the ghosts again. Jack and Kim, walking around the dojo. They were holding hands. They seemed really confused and disappointed. They kept shaking their heads at everything they saw.

I sat and watched them walk around, terrified, yet oddly curious. Then they saw me again. I froze. They started walking…or floating…towards me, and my heart started racing.

"You can see us?" Jack spoke. It sounded weird. Kind of like a whispering noise. It was like they were whispering right in my ear, but yet they were quite a distance from me. It sent shivers down my spine. I nodded slowly. They started whispering to each other.

"Then you can help us," Kim said, her eyes lighting up.

"What do you mean?" I looked around as I spoke. I must look crazy. Good thing nobody's nearby.

"Do you know why this dojo was closed down?" Jack asked, looking confused again.

"I've only really heard it from one person…I'm not sure what exactly happened," I told them, "but uhh…I had this really weird dream last night…and both of you were in it." They exchanged a look.

"What do you mean by 'weird'?" Kim asked, "And what were we doing in it?"

"Well…it was almost like I was watching a real event…and it was in the dojo…you guys were being…ya know…killed," I explained my dream to them in a nutshell. They looked confused still.

"Wait, you saw what happened?" Jack asked.

"Yeah, some guy named Frank…he was drunk, and uh he had a knife…" I trailed off at the end, looking everywhere but at them.

"Well, you obviously know exactly what happened then…" Kim said, also shifting her gaze, "but we really need your help."

"What are you talking about?" I was really confused at this point.

"Well, it was obviously a terrible event that ended our lives; and it was right here in this very dojo," Jack began explaining. I nodded as he spoke.

"The Black Dragon Dojo was closed for obvious reasons. And then Rudy and Bobby felt guilty about the whole thing, so the Bobby Wasabi chain of dojos was shut down. For good," Kim continued his story.

"At least that's what we thought," Jack chimed in, "Until this new dojo came up." He looked around in disgust.

"Wait, how did you even know about this reopening? I mean, you're…dead," I said cautiously.

"Well, you know how you hear about buildings being haunted?" Kim started. I nodded in agreement.

"Well, buildings aren't always haunted. Only when people disturb the resting place of the ghost," Jack continued, "see, we were just fine in death, when all of a sudden we were awoken because of a disturbance in our resting place, here. When there is a disturbance, you come back to haunt your place of death. That's just how things work. And we have to haunt this place to scare you guys away."

Wow, this really is a lot to take in. And all because I wanted to take karate…

"Why don't you guys just haunt this place and scare us away? Why do you need my help?" I asked them.

"Well, we're not really mean people…and we don't want to completely terrify all you kids and scare you away from karate. We just need someone to be our mouth, and move the dojo somewhere else," Jack explained. Now that makes more sense.

"Okay, so you just need me to convince them to move the dojo so you can rest in peace?" I confirmed what he was saying.

"Yeah, basically. Do you think you could do that for us?" Kim said hopefully.

"I guess…but it might take some work. People can be very thick-skulled," I told them. Kim squealed and hugged Jack. A smile spread across Jack's face, and he whispered something that I could barely make out.

"Don't worry Kimmy; it will all be better soon. I love you, babe," I think is what he said.

"Forever and always?" Kim whispered back.

"Forever and always," Jack answered. Calvin was right, they are a good couple. I rode my board home, thinking about what they had said the whole way. Am I just seeing things, or do I really have to help them out? A good night's sleep should help me sort things out…

"I didn't do anything! I don't know what you're talking about!" Frank shouts at the judge, this time sober.

"You murdered two people!" Someone in the crowd shouted.

"No I didn't! All I remember is that I was at a party with some friends, and we were all angry about Jack getting into that tournament, and we were drinking a lot, then everything went fuzzy, and I woke up in the police station!" Frank shouted defensively, though no one really paid any attention to him…wait, am I having another vision or whatever you call this?

"I would like to call Rudy Gillespie to the stand as a witness," the short man from my last vision got up and walked to the witness stand. His eyes were red and puffy, and he looked as though he hadn't slept in days. He was sworn in, and then told to recount what he had seen.

"Well, I was at home that night, watching TV, when I got a frantic text message from Kim. She said that Frank and the Black Dragons were drunk, angry, and had knives. I immediately called the police, of course, then rushed to the dojo as quickly as I could. When I got there, Jack and Kim were…gone, and there was blood everywhere," He told of the events that night.

Suddenly, I was in a whirling fog, unsure of what was going on, and another scene formed in front of me.

"Frank Simmons. Guilty," the judge said. Frank broke down in tears. Serves him right.

"I didn't do it! I wouldn't kill them!" He shouted.

"Frank will be sentenced to life in prison and the Black Dragon Dojo will be shut down," the judge recited his punishment.

The fog came back again, and there was a new scene. Rudy, the 3 boys from before, a bigger man and a mall cop stood in front of what used to be the Bobby Wasabi Dojo. Rudy got out his key and locked the door. Then he threw the key away. The inside of the dojo was dark, and it had been emptied out as well. There were 2 bouquets of flowers sitting in the middle of the room, in honor of Jack and Kim.

"Their memory will forever be held within the walls of this dojo. And no one shall ever enter their resting place again," Rudy said quietly. The odd group of friends joined together in a group hug.

The scene was replaced by fog again, and yet another new setting came about. This time I was standing in some kind of office. Rudy was there again and he seemed old and run down. There was also a man behind a desk…the man who I recognized as the one who had re-opened the dojo.

"But you can't reopen this dojo! It's the resting place of my two best students! It just wouldn't be right…" Rudy argued. So someone had tried to stop the reopening? They said that everyone had thought it would be in the best interest of the town…

"Rudy…we don't care about what happened 5 years ago. It's in the past, let it go. This town is in need of more money and a new dojo; this is the perfect place for it! Don't you believe that kids in Seaford should have a place that they can learn karate?" The man argued right back.

"Sir…I will always believe that kids should be able to have a safe environment where they can practice karate…but I will not stand for the blatant disrespect you have for the death of these 2 young kids. There are so many other venues for you to build this new dojo. This isn't your place," Rudy said calmly but persuasively.

"Having our new dojo here will cost much less than building it anywhere else. I do feel for you, I really do, but they are in the past, let it go," The man said, leaning back in his chair.

"You go ahead and build your dojo…but you're going to have 2 dead teenagers and many others on your conscious for the rest of your life. I don't know about you, but I would never be able to live with myself if this were on me," the man only laughed at Rudy. Rudy got up and walked toward the door of the office.

He stopped when he got to the door, turned around and said: "You mark my words…someday, somebody will reveal you for the awful, cold-hearted monster you really are…and I will live to see that day."

I woke up, this time not as frightened as last time. Jack and Kim are trying to show me what I need to see. I looked at my clock. It's 3 'o clock in the morning, but I don't need sleep…I need to get to work on helping out Jack and Kim.

***Noon Sunday***

I walked into karate, nervous about what I need to do today. After I had woken up this morning, I stayed up coming up with a plan for helping out Jack and Kim. I had found a new venue for our dojo, and thought about what I might say if anyone tries to stop me.

"Hey Colin!" Max greeted me as I walked into the dojo. I kind of have a bit of a crush on her already. Focus Colin, focus.

"Hey Max," I smiled and waved, "where's Greg?"

"Uh, I think he's in his office…why?" She raised an eyebrow at me.

"I just need to ask him about something…" I trailed off my words at the end.

"Okay," Max shrugged it off, and then continued her stretching. I walked into Greg's office and sure enough, he was sitting at his desk, doing whatever.

"Hey Greg, I need to ask you something…" I began reluctantly.

"Anything, short stack," I'm not the tallest for my age, so he gave me that nickname…Calvin has one too.

"Well, I was just wondering…did you have anything to do with the reopening of this dojo?" I asked him.

"Nah, I'm actually not even from here. They called me in Colorado and told me that I could have this job, so I took it…why?" Okay, so he probably has no idea about what happened here…makes sense.

"Well, then you'd probably like to know why this place shut down in the first place…" I began, but he cut me off.

"No, I know what happened…there was some faulty wiring, and they needed to fix it. No big," he said nonchalantly.

"See, that's where you're wrong," that got his attention, "there were two kids murdered here about 5 years ago…this place was never supposed to open again, in memory of them, but when that guy- I think Jeremy something- wanted to open it back up, there was no one with enough power to stop him. We have to close this place down and move it somewhere else, or the ghosts of the teens will never be able to rest in peace. Please tell me you believe me."

"Yeah…I thought there was something fishy about this place. I didn't understand why they hired me to work here when I'm not even from here and there are plenty of good senseis in the area…but what can we do?" Great, Greg's on my side.

"Well, I already have that all planned out. All we have to do is close down this dojo and move it to a new location. I have the perfect location picked out and everything," I showed him the webpage that I had printed out.

"Sounds good, buddy. We better put this plan into action," I smiled. So far, things were going my way.

Greg talked to the rest of the students, and they agreed that our dojo should be shut down. The hardest part would just be talking to that Jeremy guy. So we decided to go straight to him to start out with…no wasting time.

"Come in," I heard Jeremy on the other side of the door after I had knocked. I opened it up, and walked in with my friends.

"And who might you be?" Jeremy said.

"I'm Colin, and these are my friends. We're here to talk to you about our dojo," I told him. He scanned us then looked down.

"Your dojo is up and running, what could you possibly have a problem with?" He said rudely.

"The grounds on which it was built. People died there, sir, and it needs to be left alone in their honor. You wouldn't construct a building over a graveyard, would you?" I tried to reason with him.

"Look, kid, it's great that you care, but the thing is that I don't. Dojo equals business equals money equals happy me. Now shoo kids, I'm busy," He motioned towards the door, telling us to leave.

"No, sir. I'm sorry, but what you've done is not right. And we won't stand for it. Our dojo's on strike until you shut it down and move it somewhere else," and with that, we all turned and left.

From that day on, we went to practice after school, and just sat there, not doing anything. We didn't let anyone in, and nobody paid a penny for fees. People began calling Jeremy off the hook, telling them to shut down the dojo. It took awhile before he felt the pressure, though.

***A Month Later***

Finally. After a month of our strike, Jeremy came walking around the corner to where we sat in front of our dojo.

"Look kids, you better start paying your fees, or I'm going to shut down this dojo and never build another one again," he threatened.

"Too bad that's what we want. All we're asking is for the dojo to be moved, is that so hard?" Our crowd of strikers had grown as the news had spread, and there was now a large crowd gathered around me and Jeremy.

"Yes, that is certainly not in our budget," he said.

"Then we'll all start practicing karate at the park, and in the winter, we'll go in our houses to practice, so you won't make a single dime," I threatened him. He starting sweating under the pressure.

"Well I'll…you won't... okay fine!" everyone started cheering, "I'll shut down your stupid dojo! You win!"

He stormed away angrily. Victory. All of my friends and the people around me began to congratulate me. Then I saw the boys from my vision and Rudy walking towards me. Rudy put his hand on my shoulder.

"Thank you. You did the right thing. And I'm sure that Jack and Kim would thank you too," I looked at the dojo, and saw Jack and Kim standing inside, nodding and smiling. They each gave me a thumbs up, then grabbed hands and disappeared. I heard Kim whisper "thank you" in my ear too.

"Thank you sir…I'm sure that Jack and Kim would be very thankful for you, too. It was very respectful that you closed down this dojo in honor of them," Him and the boys smiled at me. I turned to them.

"I don't know who you guys are…but I'm sure you were friends of Jack and Kim's as well," they nodded as I spoke, "but don't give up because they're gone…they would want your lives to continue without them. I'm sure of it." They all smiled at me and gave me hugs.

I don't know why it was me that had to do all of this, but all of the smiles I saw on peoples' faces made me glad that it was me who had the power to make a change.

A/N: I really liked writing this…it was kind of a challenge, ya know? Something different from what I usually write. I hope you guys liked it, and don't worry; the next chapter will be full of Kick! Thank you so much for sticking with this story even though I can't always update. Much love, peanutbutterpickle22

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Totally excited about the new Austin & Ally! Are they gonna get together? And waiting on the edge of my seat for April 1st, when Kickin' It is back! Ahhhh so excited!