Chap 3
Daytime in the NYC. School is in session and Jake Long, American Dragon, is recounting yet another adventure he just had to his friends, Spud and Trixie in between classes.
"So," Jake said, "We creep up on the Hunts duo and, like, all of a sudden I get an idea. Why not just trip both of them and watch them fall straight into the cart of manure below?"
"And did you? Cause I mean, you are still here and alive," asked Trixie, who seemed a little skeptical about the retelling.
"Well, what ended up happening was that we did surprise the Hunts duo, but they didn't have magical creatures captured or anything!" replied Jake laughingly, "So, we ended up stalking them for nothing, apparently."
"Stalking who?" Immediately, Jake whipped his head to hear who had listened in on them. Then, he calmed down, slightly, to see it was someone he hadn't met before: a tall boy, with dark black/brown hair and brown eyes. He wore plain blue jeans and a white shirt that said "Rouge Squadron." The most interesting part about the kid was that he had a tired look on his face, as though he hadn't gotten enough sleep.
"Hello," called Jake, "I don't believe we've met."
"Kaleb," answered the new boy, "Kaleb Black, but my friends call me Kal. Oh, and nice to meet you. I was wondering if you could help me find my classes."
"Um, sure!" Jake exclaimed, "Why not? Let's see⦠oh! You have the same classes I do! What a surprise!" Spud and Trixie exchanged glances before looking back at the newcomer.
"Wow, so would you mind if I stayed with you today?" Kaleb asked. "You know, just so I can learn where I'm supposed to go?"
"Ok," Jake replied, "if it's ok with Spud and Trixie."
"Sure," they answered.
"Then it's settled," Jake finalized, "and, by the way, my name is Jake. Jake Long."
"Nice to meet you, Jake. Spud. Trixie," Kaleb replied. With that, the four of them went to their next class, science. However, all through the school day, Jake, and his friends, kept having an uneasy feeling about Kaleb. There was just something about him that just, well, didn't seem right. After school, Kaleb asked if he could come over to Jake's house to meet his family.
"Please?" Kaleb pleaded, "Jake, you are really the first person I've met in NYC."
"Well," Jake thought about it. He did have two hours until Grandpa needed him on patrol; and, whatever thatuneasy feeling was, there was nothing to justify it."All right, but only for two hours."
"Thank you! Thank you!" Kaleb exclaimed.
"Here's the address. Meet you there in 15 minutes." Jake said. He didn't know it yet, but he was about to get an experience that would rock his world.
