Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN the 3 Ninjas films, characters or plotlines. This book will stick to following the first film- in and out of focus. All rights go to their respected owners & creators.
...
Welcome to the Cruel Summer! Inspired by Taylor Swift's song name. Not everything is as it seems. Prepare for a lot of sarcasm, butt kicking, and some heartbreak. All are welcome on this page! It's a safe zone.
Considering, this story will be in first person- some scenes maybe excluded. This is meant to revolve around our ninja boys.
Proceed. 👌
...
Warnings aren't necessary. Especially if you've seen the films!
...
I mindlessly touch my mop of flaming orange hair- most would classify as strawberry blonde. My sky blue eyes were wide in horror, allowing silent tears to drop down pale and freckled features. My mother decided to chop off my long locks, getting it styled in the form of a pixie cut. My happy mood sunk while only sinking further when she sent my brother and I to live with a friend in California. I tug on the strings of my yellow hoodie, gnawing on my bottom lip in angst.
This is not the way I'd planned to spend my summer. My eyes trail to the bright yellow shorts with orange leggings underneath. I allow them to come to a stop on the light brown hiking boots I always wore. My mother happened to be a cruel woman who liked torturing us for fun.
"Roxanne!" Patrick who went by Trick for lack of understanding calls, wincing at the pronunciation of my name. His bright blueberry eyes were eyeing me in expectancy.
My brother's a year younger than me with short, chestnut brown curls. He hardly ate, hiding himself underneath black long sleeve shirts with blue jeans and plain sneakers. He was always too frightened to against our overbearing mother.
That woman would slap you for being right whereas she was wrong.
I blink a couple times, raising a dark red eyebrow at him. "Trick, what is it?"
We'd spend staying with the Jackson family across from the Douglas household. The place was a two story bedroom with four bedrooms, two baths and as expected. The place was rundown with creaks on wooden flooring hear and there yet homey nonetheless. Of course, it all started two years prior.
"This is the summer!" Trick beams, smiling. He had a tanner skin tone then I.
"The summer for what?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows. I'd been staying in a medium sized bedroom decorated orange and yellow all over. What can I say? I'm odd.
"The summer we begin ninja training with Mori Tanaka and his grandsons!" Baby Jackson chirps, coming into view. Her hands fall to her hips as she stands in the doorway grinning from ear to ear. Her and I were the same age with similar taste in certain aspects of life.
We'd always joke about how we'd end up dating one of the Douglas boys.
Baby always wore her vibrant red curls in a ponytail with thick rimmed glasses, covering her bright blue eyes. She had freckles around her nose on top of a porcelain complexion. Her choice in color was always red, but sometimes she'd throw in blue for the sake of it. Her and I were in almost exact matching outfits. She chose a vibrant red hoodie with strings to match red shorts but her royal blue leggings underneath were what stood out aside from the red converse she wore.
"I thought that was a joke!" I lamely shout, throwing my arms about.
Baby grins, shaking her head. "Nope."
"We should probably change our names." Trick perks up at spending sometime with his favorite people. He liked hanging out with Michael Douglas; the youngest boy of them.
"It won't be so bad." Baby motions for us to follow pursuit.
"You're right. We can lust after them the entire summer while attempting to learn fighting skills we won't ever put to use." I chide, earning a sigh from the redhead.
"Don't we need to pack a bag?" Trick voices, grimacing as we leave my bedroom stopping at the stairwell.
"Oh, do you plan to sit on the sidelines all summer? Roxanne, I know you like adventure. We've become like sisters since your stay." Baby chirps, hurrying down the steps.
"Remind me to never travel to a foreign country with you." Trick sticks his tongue out at the back of her head.
I scoff, rolling my eyes. "You guys, we shouldn't fight!"
"You love fighting!" Baby stops in her tracks at the cherry oak front door. Her blue gaze lands on me as she spins around so delicately it's like she already is ninja material.
"Wanna bet?" I lift an eyebrow, smirking as Trick frowns.
Trick knew where our conversation was headed. He'd witness us start the talk a million times to end up play wrestling while sometimes gaining bruises from how rough we'd get. Unlike him, we enjoyed getting down and dirty.
I couldn't comprehend why the blue eyed male preferred the nickname Trick since he was far from it.
"Can we please not-?" Trick gets halfway when Baby interjects, cutting him off.
"I bet my skittles you love fighting!" Baby grins, ready to pounce.
"Oh, fuck!" I state, mentally groaning. If we were betting for skittles it was far from fair. I nod, motioning for Baby to bring it.
"Language!" Trick growls, balling up his fist. He's ready to step in to keep us from doing anything fascinating.
Baby lunges, tackling me to the ground. She tries to pin me down, but I flip her onto the dark brown wood of the floor- shaking my head. "I won't let you win!"
"Not today, Sat-!" I'm about to proclaim until Trick roughly snatches me from the redhead on the floor. I pout, crossing my arms at the boring younger boy.
"Get your act together, girls! You think Mori Tanaka will put up with you acting like children? You're teenagers!" Trick angrily reminds, sticking a finger to his head temple.
"Whoa! Nobody wants to be boring and grow up so fast!" I protest, gaining a nod from Baby who gets to her feet like lightning.
"You aren't Peter Pan and the Lost Boy!" Trick shouts, watching me wince. He hardly got angry yet sometimes a mean streak came from the unusually shy boy.
"We're sorry, mom. Can we get moving? I am excited to fight with the boys!" Baby chirps, grabbing the doorknob handle. She twists, opening it to bound from the house.
I stick my tongue out at Trick, following after her. I call to Baby in a soft whisper, "You can fight the boys, I'll take the tree!"
Rolling his eyes, Trick followed after us. He didn't seem too thrilled about our childish demeanor, but who cares?
Growing up was for losers!
I kept to the motto until the summer that would change everything. And, I mean everything.