PART 2
Chapter Ten
Jay & Lloyd: (wrestling over something): GIMMIE!
Nya: C'MON BOYS, REALLY?
Me: WHOA! Calm down, all three of you! What are you fighting over?
Jay: (sheepishly) A pencil.
Cole: (facepalm)
Reesia: . . . idiots . . .
Sensei Wu: (clears throat) The announcement?
Me: O, right! Welcome back readers for Part 2: Hidden Darkness!
Alyssa: (sarcastic) Whee . . .
Me: Be prepared for more excitement and . . .
Lloyd: JAY! YOU BROKE THE PENCIL!
Jay: DID NOT!
Me: (sigh)
Zane: Ever does not own Ninjago, but she owns the plot and her OCs.
Part 2, Chapter One: Feeling Blue
(Nya's POV)
"RUN!" screams Jay. I tear away from the snakes advancing closer and closer. I run like my life depends on it. Which it does. I can hear them hissing behind me. It grows louder and louder, but not from behind me. I look back to see if I've lost them. WHAM! I smack right into someone.
"Sorry!" I pant, getting to my feet. Then I look up at who I ran into. HISS! I scream and back up from the hundreds of Serpentine in front of me. One of them lashes out and-
BRING! BRING! I bang my head on my desk with a start. Just a dream. I hear the snorting giggles of my former BFFs, Reesia and Alyssa. I ignore them, for I'm too tired to care.
Yesterday was a mess. Because of the events yesterday, I'm grounded for two weeks. My mom thought I was crazy. She yelled at me for an hour straight about how I should never leave without telling her, about how I could've been killed, and everything else mothers worry about. The strange thing is that she was almost madder that I ruined my shirt than that I lied to her. Funny how things work out. I slump out of class, exhausted. I hate Algebra.
"Christy?" says a concerned voice.
I look up into the face of Samantha. She's not in her usual cheery mood because she's grounded too.
"Hi Samantha."
"Sucks being grounded, doesn't it?" she sighs.
"It is horrible," I reply. "The worst part that my cell phone was taken away from me. I promised the nin-" She puts her hand over my mouth.
"Our friends," she hisses. "Just call them 'our friends'."
"Right," I whisper. "I promised our friends that I would tell them if anything . . . unusual happened."
"Do you still have your iPod?"
"Yes," I answer. "But it only plays music."
"You could call them on your house phone," she suggests.
"No," I reply. "Any calls I make on there my mom will overhear. I'm sure of it. Anyway, I doubt she'll even let me use it."
"True." She sighed. "Why is everything so strange all of a sudden? Ninja, snakes, fires . . . I don't know what to do!" I look at her. She's right; everything has changed—for the worse.
Later that day, I'm in a melancholy mood. I'm using nail polish remover to wipe off the neon pink polish that was meticulously layered on my nails when my mom bursts into the bathroom.
"Honey, how was your day?" she asks, dabbing at her almost perfect makeup. I sigh.
"Okay. Samantha's grounded too." I yank open the cabinet where we keep our nail polish.
"No surprise there," my mom scoffs. "She deserves it. Both of you deserve it!" She continues blabbing, but I tune her out. Rooting through the polish, I spot an unopened bottle in the back. It is a beautiful blue. Perfect—blue to match my mood. I begin to apply the polish when my mom stops talking. She stares at the blue bottle like it's from another galaxy.
"Christy . . . do you realize you're using . . . blue nail polish?"
"Yes I do, thank you," I reply without looking up.
"But why not pink like you always use?" she frowns.
"Guess I'm just feeling blue," I shrug. My mom looks down at me.
"Why are you upset, sweetie?" she asks gently. "Maybe you should call Alyssa or Reesia?" I ignore her and instead storm out from the bathroom, yelling behind me.
"JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" I have not even the slightest clue of why my rage suddenly exploded in my mom's face. I can almost feel her pain, but I don't care. Maybe it had something to do with the mention of my ex-friends.
I finish painting my nails in my room and unplug my iPod from its charge cord. Jamming my headphones into their socket, I turn up the music and lie on my bed. My mood is horrible, oozing depression and confusion. "Someone save me," I whisper. I know no one can hear me, but that's all right. Even if they could, I wouldn't be able to hear them. My upbeat music tunes out the world as I sing softly along, but it doesn't help my mood. I throw my iPod to the floor and sob. No one understands me anymore. Not even me.
Garmy: What a dramatic ending.
Reesia: (sarcastic) I luv dramatic endings . . .
Zane: ?
Lloyd: (fake crying) I WANNA PENCIL!
Jay: You can have it, but you'll need a sharpener.
Cole: What do you want for lunch?
Lloyd: CANDY!
Jay, Kai, & Nya: PIZZA!
Cole: Looks like you have been outvoted, Lloyd!
Me: (clears throat) Guys, we have a new person in the Author Notes.
Everyone but me: WHO!?
Christy's Mom: Heeeeey . . .
Everyone but me: ?
Christy's Mom: And there is another person too!
Skales: Sssup.
Everyone but Jay and me: NOOOOOOOOOOO!
Jay: Skales, I know what's up . . .
Skales: What?
Jay: THE SKY!
Skales: . . .
Jay: Speaking of the sky . . . why is the sky blue?
Christy's Mom: IDK?
Jay: 'CAUSE THE BLUE PAINT WAS ON SALE!
Zane: . . . I do not understand. Isn't the sky blue because of the light . . .
Kai: It. Was. A. Joke.
Me: DON'T TALK LIKE THAT!
Garmy: Yah.
Lloyd: REVIEW!
Cole: OR ELSE!