Hi people! Okay, honestly, I have a few pages of story for this so... eheheh...enjoy! Oh, yeah, my story title's changing so...just giving you guys a three day reminder. There would before new ninjas... two boys two girls... so I need some suggestions for the title 'cause the Silver Dragon is only one of the elements featured and... you know. God, I'm giving out spoilers.

Earth

"Hey, frog girl. What's up with the froggy thingy? Are you putting it into your hair for the dance? Ew. How last season."

I grumbled, my mouth full of curses that could probably last for a eternity as a girl dressed according to the latest styles sashayed by. Susan Tekka was one of the worst girls you can meet in this school. Maybe a bitch. A solid bitch in Topshop dresses. But I restrained myself from further curses, and did my business in my locker, before slammed the door shut, leaving the poor old froggy that was supposed to be my experiment for biology class.

I knew I shouldn't agree with my parents for transferring here, into Midwild High. This hellhole made me regret I had never thought Windsley High School was the best school ever in the whole face of this planet. I had tons of best friends there, and not versions of Susan popping into my sight.

And now mom saw a advertisement for this school, and managed to convince me to come here and live a happy school life. Like I said, I agreed, packed up my stuff, hugged my BFFs good bye, and faced the new life of school, hoping for a better environment, a whole new bunch of friends and a better education system.

I didn't expect any of this the first moment I stepped into this school area. First the class bully, Daniel Finn, thought I was his usual target, like the nerds and people with no strength at all. To tell the truth, and not to be arrogant, I was skilled in many martial arts. Silat, the Art of Samurai, Judo, Taekwondo, Karate, you name it, I can show you all the black belts I received.

Anyways, in the first day in my new school, he stomped to me, and noticed something wrong immediately.

Well, it was kinda obvious. Nerds aren't supposed to perform judo flipping on a bully. It took almost an hour to pull him out of the trash can, and I was grounded for performing violence in school.

Ah well, that was pretty much the worst thing that happened to me, comparing to any typical teenagers in their first day of school. Anyways, the moon for the night went down, and the next day came, and I was smashed into my locker by Susan, for blocking her path to the glam art studio. Jesus, no fashion nerds would do that, unless she wasn't one, which she was.

Then later into the month, she boasted how perfect she was by judo slapping a nearby guy who was stashing his bags into the locker while at the hall. I was too enraged to see what happened next, but I really hoped she got pissed off by the teachers.

I sat on a clear desk just by the window side and pretended to practice my moves with my fingers. Now was art class, the class that least liked. It was sooooo boring, like simply painting a paper and you're done. I simply don't understand why people fall in love with it and why did a stupid painting from a child can cost a hundred thousand bucks nowadays.

Miss Lucy Rogers, my art teacher, was kinda nice, but sad, she was teaching such a boring topic. She had sparkling blue eyes, though her hair was tied into a neat ponytail, and she was wearing her usual shirt and cotton cream skirt.

I moaned with boredom as I simply shaded a orange we were supposed to color. I rather hear Mr. Brandon, the geography teacher, talk about the ecosystem all day long.

I sighed, partly relieved as the dismissal bell rang in my ears, and I jerked it back, took my empty bag home. I was drowned in my thoughts as I walked down the pathway to my house. I had almost no friends here, but I knew that I had three really true friends back there... Ashlyn, Ken and Will. Ashlyn...well...she was much of a tomboy. SHe liked football, plays rugby, wrestles with boys, in the school's Navy (yeah my former school has a navy group. Cool, right?). But she was always there for me when I needed help, organized welcome parties when I went overseas, dragged me to some parties when I was down. I had loved her as much as I could as a friend.

Ken. You can say he's a half nerd half athlete. He wold be normally seen in the school libraries as a nerd, studying and raiding practically every bookshop he could find. But when I was planning to visit his house, he wanted me to keep everything I saw a secret. I was confused at first, but then I realized everything was explained when I accidentally tripped over a few weight lifting sets.

But he never told me why he wanted to keep this two faced thing a secret, but I never bothered to ask. His mom and dad were really kind, though they were just like their son; nerdy looking, but as strong as a bull. A healthy bull.

And last but not least, my foster brother Will. I always called him that, though he insist calling me his real name, that was William Johnson. He was always the hothead in class, and many girls fell to their knees when they see him. But not me and Ashlyn. He saw our lack of interest on his...bleargh...handsomeness? And decided to make friends with us, and turns out we shared some similarities. I laughed and complained about the waste of girls he made when he said he never wanted to have a girlfriend.

"Nah, life's never fair. Where's my cheese?"

Me and Ashlyn would laugh our heads off.

I reached home, which was a quiet, modern mansion located in the middle of a private woods. Mom always wanted me to step out and have a breath of fresh air, so we made or decision almost immediately. I walked in slowly, meeting a gate so high it stretch to almost twice my size. I and slammed the door bell, and the door creaked open.

"Hello, mistress. How was your day?" My nursemaid, Daisy, greeted me at the front door of the magnificent house. She had been caring for me since when I was two, and was so far the best friend I had ever had, though she was twice my age now. I hugged her tightly, and went to my bedroom. My bedroom was a little girls dream, with pink walls, white furniture, silk royal blue curtains what covered a french window that stretched for almost a quarter of my room. The bed was a four poster bed, covered by thin satin white curtains. I was coming out of my shower when I realized there was a pale pink note sticked to my enormous wardrobe.

Sorry sweetheart. Mama's not coming back. Simply ask for dinner from Chef Jane.

I grumbled, and slammed onto the door. Mom always take her job as the top priority. Just like my dad.

The faint mention of my dad made my mood drop. He had disappeared from our family ever since I was born. I never met him, nor know the looks of him. Once I tried to venture around the master bedroom for a try, but was caught by mom, and got grounded.

I sighed, and changed into a shirt and a pair of jeans before taking my daily walk out. Midway near the shopping mall, I was already so deep in my thoughts I didn't notice a shadow plunging over me, and knocking me into unconsciousness.

My name is Reanne Silverwoods, and this is the start of my story.