I am not saying that anyone should ride without a helmet. Everyone should. I for one am against brain damage.

I grabbed my skateboard and ran out the door. I didn't have time to grab my helmet.

It was the eleventh day of Christmas and I was not going to lose everything before the last day. There was absolutely no way I was going to let myself throw it all away just because I forgot to set my alarm clock. I've waited way too long for this, and I'm not going to let the whole running scene happen yet again.

That's why I had to get to the dojo.

Fast.

Of course the best fast is done by my skateboard. I raced past the neighborhood and I soon got to the mall entrance. I skated into the mall and I eventually made it to the dojo. I went up to the window scribbled the message onto the window, (yes, scribbled. I was in that much of a hurry) and left the paper bag (yes, another paper bag) on the other side.

I was pretty proud of the message. I know you're wondering what it said, so here.

-Kim

They say to watch what you eat
during the holidays,
but who ever listens to they

-Your Secret Admirer

It's true! I mean seriously, who ever does listen to 'they'.

Relived that I was able to get it done before Kim came to the dojo, (yes, I'm sure, her bag isn't in the room) I went over to my locker and started transferring some stuff from my bag to my locker as well as putting my skateboard into it before heading over to the guys' locker room.

"Hey Jack," Milton greeted. "Brownie?" He asked, holding one out. He, Jerry, and Kim were all on the mats, eating the brownies I just brought a while ago.

"Sure," I said, grabbing it and taking a bite from it.

"So Kim," Jerry started. "What time tomorrow?"

"Well, my grandparents didn't really say any specific time, so I'm guessing in the afternoon."

"Where is it?" I asked. She shrugged.

"I thought we would just hang out in the mall till then. It's close enough to be there."

"Who's going?" Milton asked.

"I feel like I'm reading some kind of invitation to you guys." She said. "Some of my family, friends of my family, us" She listed.

After a while, Milton spoke up.

"Hey, how did this person get eleven brownies? I mean, where would you find eleven brownies? Don't packs usually come in fives, tens?" He asked, looking at me.

"Who cares?" Jerry said, taking another brownie from the bag. "It's food. I'm glad he brought it."

"You're glad I'm sharing it." Kim corrected. Jerry shrugged before stuffing most of the brownie into his mouth.

"Seriously though," Milton said. "I understand five, ten, twenty, maybe fifteen, but eleven? That's a random number." I rolled my eyes. I knew he wasn't going to rest, even though I know he knows. He's not that stupid. He just wanted me to say it aloud.

"Maybe he made them." I suggested.

"Ooh! A baker! He's a keeper." Jerry said, nudging Kim's side with his elbow. Kim rolled her eyes, but I saw her smile.

Jerry was doing a much better job of keeping a secret than I thought he would. At first I was worried that all of Seaford would find out about the messages on the window. Not that I would tell him. No way. He'd probably hate me. Milton? Yeah, I could see him keeping a secret. That's why I wasn't so worried when he found out. Wow, Milton and Jerry found out within the first few days. So did Rudy. I must not be too good at keeping secrets. Just the other day, Kim chased me through half of the mall. Earlier today, I was so close at it happening again.

I'm surprised Kim find out yet. I'm pretty damn lucky. Or... maybe she did find out. Maybe she knows who it is, but is acting completely oblivious. Oh who am I kidding. Kim can't lie, let alone act. I've just been really lucky. Some people might even call it a Christmas miracle.

"Hey Jack," Kim said, snapping me out of my suspicions. "would you mind helping me a bit more with that reverse side kick swing kick thing?" She asked.

"Sure," I told her. "as long as you pass me another brownie." I told her. She rolled her eyes, even though I could see her smile, and passed me the bag.

"Don't you roll your eyes at me, Kimberly! I can see that smile."

"Shut up Jackson." I chuckled before pulling another brownie from the bag.

Besides the size, I liked it. I'm pretty satisfied.

TOMORROW'S CHRISTMAS EVE! THE FINAL CHAPTER! I'm gonna be typing lot's and lot's and lot's to make sure it's at it's very best. So... review!