I really wanted to write a fanfiction purely based on the three ninjas. The original characters & OG actors. So, this is where the magic will happen. This is where women prove to be badass just like their counterpart ninja friends, love interests, etc.
This story will be adventurous, accepting one self, etc. A lot of topics while keeping to the light hearted stuff. How can you love someone different from your views? Easy, open your eyes to a whole new world.
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Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN the films, characters or whatever relates to the 3 Ninjas. Though, I do love writing the occasional fiction and these guys have always made me smile. From day one to day zero.
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A lanky, tall man with sandy brown locks on his head stoodglaring at the fourteen year old in his view. He'd been called to pick her up while promising to switch to a different school. His eyes were a sea green, twisting to a bit of loathing upon the odd female in the back of his sleek gray mustang.
"Midnight, how many times do we have to go over this?" The Step-father sneers, holding the door open for her. He had to drive halfway across the new town to drop her off at school then get to work. He was far from amused.
Midnight Sinclair took on the mantle of Spice. Her stubborn, light but aggressive alter ego. She dyed her ringlet of curls on the right white while keeping her left half dark. Her eyes were a smokey grey to match a light caramel complexion while freckles dot her face. She was petite, a little curvy, but stood five foot five for her daunting age.
"Samuel, how many times do we have to return to the topic at hand?" Midnight mocks, stepping from the vehicle. She wore a black leather jacket with a light pink ballerina embroidered on the back over a light pink dress, falling to mid-thigh. Her choice of outfit, accompanied by light pink cowgirl boots were sure to get her in trouble.
"Don't backtalk me, Midnight! You have classes to attend. I have a school to help run!" Samuel Sinclair half shouts, taking note of those looking onto the scene. He knew his step-daughter was bound to draw attention from a tough-rough crowd.
In fact, a pale boy with blonde crisp hair, green blue eyes, and a blonde girl beside him were one of the few watching them curiously. He wore a white and black striped sweater- a size too large for him with light blue jeans, and plain white sneakers. He also hid his neat, blonde hair under a blue and black checkered baseball cap; backwards. His eyes were on the back of the new girl in wonderment while the blonde girl beside him couldn't believe the sight before them.
"Oh, did the building decide to run away?" Midnight smartly asks, watching her step-father become enraged.
"Spice, here. And here." Samuel sighs, slamming the vehicle door. He hands over her pink satin backpack with her school schedule.
"Sorry, Sam-U-Well!" Midnight grins, giving her step-father a side hug. She notes the blonde girl with straight hair, tan features, and green eyes shooting daggers into her. Frowning, she knows she'll have to confront the the problem while possibly causing new mischief.
"Love you too, Night's Tale!" Samuel chuckles, jogging into the blue cemented brick building of said school.
Midnight folds her arms, shrugging her backpack on. Should she confront said blonde girl in pink pants or leave it? She doesn't get the opportunity to decide when she's shoved to the pavement of the ground from behind. She seethes, feeling her knees scab up; turning a purplish red. She's thankful her backpack could break some of her fall as she turns to be met with cold grey green of a shoulder length tiny blonde girl.
"Who the fuck are you?" Midnight takes the girl by shock due to her usage of cussing.
"Somebody you don't want to mess with!" The girl sneers, twirling a pocket knife in her pale, slender hand. She moves closer until the shout of the other blondes interrupt her.
"Roman, knock it off!" The blonde boy shouts, crouching down to help Midnight up.
The girl with short blonde curls, huffs. She pouts, reluctantly putting away her knife. The thirteen year old always kept an eye on the seventeen year old boy like he were a piece of candy. She couldn't get what the blonde boy saw in her cousin.
Midnight had not been about to fight. She so happens to be a lover, pacifist, and daydreamer. She didn't have time to meddle in the dark arts like the rest of California.
"She started it." The girl Roman speaks, sticking her tongue out at the odd fourteen year old.
"I just got here." Midnight softly voices, rolling her eyes. Honestly, these blondes were beginning to get on her nerves.
"I'm Rocky. This is my girlfriend Emily and her rude cousin; Roman who prefers everybody to call her- Birdie." The blonde boy makes, short lived introductions.
Her grey eyes land on him, lifting an eyebrow. She notices he's a few inches taller than her and the other two females. Still, she sighted the height difference as a major heart stopper.
"Well, I'm Midnight Sinclair, but most folks call me Spice." Midnight beams, earning a snort from Birdie.
"Spice?" Birdie is about to add to her comment when Emily pushes past Midnight to tug the girl into the blue painted school.
Midnight is left with the Rocky boy. "So, is Rocky your actual name?"
"No, it's my ninja name my grandfather gave me." Rocky mindlessly spoke, flushing at what he revealed. To a stranger of all people? Turning stoic, he gestured to the high school.
Midnight let the blonde show her around the school while silently drinking him in. It's good to daydream even if you can't have what you crave. Frowning, she pulls herself from her thoughts.
The day would prove to be a rough one.
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The school held sleek plain marble flooring with matching walls. The day was proving pure torture for the Sinclair girl.
Midnight would be pointed at followed by laughs. She'd keep her head up, sending them soft smiles while pitying those who made fun of her. Jokes on them. Picking up a grey tray, chewing on her bottom lip; gazing at the food is where some of her conflict began.
"Hey girly!" An excited voice came from beside Midnight, tugging on the girl as soon as she hardly picked up food. A girl with loose flowing blonde curls with a dark complexion, softly tugged Midnight over to a table that sat three others. This girl who took her so happens to be in a snug fitting light yellow with green flower tops to follow light blue jeans and dark sneakers.
"Um...?" Midnight trails off in question, thinking they had the wrong girl.
"Oh, right. I'm Erica Harper. My half sister is Barbie Harper. You got Emily Kline, and Sasha Jenkins." The girl chimes, pointing to each girl.
Of course, Midnight already knew Emily.
Emily was the same blonde from earlier that morning.
Barbie Harper is a girl with a light brown complexion, dark blue eyes, and dark brown curls flowing to her mid-back. The girl seems mousy, about their height who opens her mouth to say something to Midnight yet glances to Erica, refraining from doing so.
The quiet girl known as Sasha Jenkins jumps in place. Her eyes were a honey brown with long brown waves, placed in a loose ponytail. She wore glasses herself, barely taking in the new girl. She is the tallest of the bunch at the table.
"Oh, I left my homework in Math." Midnight easily lies, forgetting her tray of food. On her way to exit, the lunch room; she finds another group of people a little less judgemental eyeballing her.
Rocky was sitting with a boy no older than fifteen whose hazel eyes were holding in a sarcastic remark.
The fifteen year old had short, chestnut brown hair with a tanner complexion compared to the rest at the table. He was conversing with a girl around Midnight's age.
The girl beside the boy grew uncomfortable for the first time in awhile. Her bright blue eyes were on Midnight, curious about her. She touched her thick, rimmed glasses to make sure they were secure. Her nose had an array of freckles, prominent on her pale features. Her long flowing, fiery red curls were in a current ponytail- down her back.
Midnight barely glimpsed the only other person at the table who was shorter, easy to miss, and had dark brown hair. Her eyes returned to Rocky who rose his eyebrows as if to question her. She didn't hesitate to leave the cafeteria, feeling herself go red at the prospect of her every move being watched. She didn't ever believe the day would come where she gave a lick of care what somebody thought about her. Rushing to the light blue tiled bathroom, she ran into a stall; locking the door while releasing the contents of her stomach into a toilet.
She remained in the bathroom stall for the remainder of the school day. Her nerves were getting the best of her. She couldn't take no more so she decided to bury her head in the sand. Her step-father would ask about her first day, attending Benverly Valley High School where she could easily lie or simply tell the truth.