A/N: I really couldn't keep you waiting. I'm really going through a hard time and yet my struggles keeps me inspired and force me to continue. I post a comment on the Kickin' It wikia. It was about my best friend's father that recently died, well not recently. Basically my second father died yesterday, I was blown into shock and basically I broke down in tears. It was a hard time yesterday, my family and hers are very close, the house was silent and I embraced it. It gave me time to think about him. How he's suddenly gone.
I'm afraid it might affect me and my best friend's friendship. Will she drift away? Right now she isn't talking and she doesn't want to eat so I try to bring her food but she just gives me a sharp look and closes the door. I left her alone, I guess that's the best thing. Anyway, friends drifting apart isn't really new to me. It happened during the end of my last school year and I was basically replaced. But we still kept close.
Friends drifting apart really inspired me to write this. My imagination bringing back friends together, becoming inseparable once again, but if I really was strong enough. I would have just went back to them, but I'm with new friends and I'm enjoying but it doesn't feel right to be without them.
Well enough with my personal life. I know, I've got a lot of problems and I have to deal with them on my own. I guess that's how I got started.
And, I recommend to people out there who's recently taken interest in writing. Joining the fanfiction is better than keeping it in your head, you get to share it among other writers. Many will write positive reviews, some may tell you some great writing advice. When I got started on fanfiction, I was nervous and afraid that people may not like my stories. I tried to make my writing similar to others, only to find it grow worst.
But finally when I realized that being someone else isn't going to get reviewers. So I kept rewriting my chapters and listen to music to inspire me. Always use inspiration. And be your own. It may be difficult to start off a new story and expect many reviewers, but it takes time to get that kind of attention and the only why to get that is by being yourself, and using your own way of writing.
When you continue reading and writing on fanfiction. You will find a difference in your writing, trust me I thought my writing was good a year ago when I first started but looking back I shiver. But as I continue getting inspiration and reading other stories, it really enhances your vocabulary, the way you put your sentences together, you'll find words come to you easily.
Best part. It's your work. You get to keep readers on the edge and make them happy. That's what I do, I want to give them suspense and happiness and also share a message.
You must sign up for fanfiction. You'll find yourself in a journey where your writing becomes better, not worst but better. I cannot describe how amazing my journey has been and I don't tend to stop it, but fanfiction will become your life and family. You will return to update a chapter and anxiously await for reviews.
The reason I signed up. I began reading stories. My imagination built up and I couldn't just dream about it. I had to share it. And look where it's brought me. You'll find yourself having an ambition to get 100 reviews and you will keep striving because reviews will come in. My first goal was getting 100 reviews and now I'm accomplished it and it's never been so easy, and now I'm hitting it up to 200 reviews. Never stop aiming for something.
Alright. That was my answer for a review. Hope it was useful.
Sorry for the grammar/spelling mistakes.
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Wasabi Warriors: I Fight For You
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Chapter Six: Rescue
It was silent, not even the ticking of the clock. The batteries have died, there was no possibly way it can last for 2 whole years. Still Kim missed the ticking inside the dojo, she couldn't recognize the place. Her eyes wanted to see another view, nothing with the darkness surrounding her, she wanted and needed an escape badly. With her back resting against the wall under the window, she tucked her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around her legs.
She let out a shaky breath, her eyes falling to the dim light cast down on the dirty mats. The memories have died in here. Just like the Wasabi Warriors, she shook her head and pursed her lips. She set a straight face and refused to think the way she did just a month ago, where she felt all hope for the Wasabi Warriors was gone.
Now that she was given the chance to bring back the people she deeply cared about but annoyed her every second of the day 2 years ago, she still loved them. They brought her happiness and laughter, something that her current clique didn't give her, except for piles of homework and sheets for meetings. She needed a break from writing, so once, she hated writing.
Her clique wouldn't or couldn't rescue her, even if they were just feet away and chattering around a circular table in front of Falaphel Phil's. It was a person from her past that still manages to try and save her. Those were true friends. Her fingers played with the thread on her top, watching as the thread wrapped around her finger.
They were close. Just like the thread. The dojo held them together just like the finger. The strands of the thread were them, the Wasabi Warriors. They were torn apart, slowly just like frayed ends of the thread, slowly letting someone pull on one strand. It was enough force for them to be pulled apart, not that anyone noticed. Everyone was busy back then, drawn in the new things that new people gave them.
She hated herself for becoming drawn into literature and them.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Kim narrowed her eyes at the soft sound. She bit her lip and slowly stood, turning to face the window and also breathed in relief the minute she spotted Eddie waving at her frantically. The moment he spotted her he too had relief wash over him, she broke into a grin, her brown eyes gleaming with curiosity at what their plan was to save her from the enclosing darkness.
Eddie motioned to the right before waving his hands and pointing to her and back to the right. Kim nodded slowly before placing down, 'The right of me?'. She made sure, Eddie broke into a grin and nodded. Kim hurriedly pushed him to continue, Eddie then motioned up his fingers clambering up before forming a rectangle and have the pair of legs disappear through.
Kim wrote down, 'Someone going through the vent I went in?'.
Eddie nodded. Before making a motion of a long rectangle and having the figure go through, looking through the sides before choosing one. Then he stopped and made a lone figure inside a box, which she assumed was her. Eddie mimicked climbing a ladder before rolling up the ladder.
'Milton or Jerry in the vent, finding the room I'm in and bringing down a ladder for me to climb up?'. She simply guessed, Eddie sighed in relief. She shot him a thumbs up and watched happily as Eddie prided himself before slouching in guilt. Immediately, Kim knew and bit back a giggle. She cocked an eyebrow before crossing her arms and pursing her lips in amusement.
She wrote down, 'Milton's idea?'. Eddie scrunched his eyebrows in fake disgust before finally giving in and nodding.
The sudden warm palm on her shoulder caused her to react quickly. She grasped the wrist, using her other hand she supported the weight as she crouched and used her strength to bring the body over her shoulder and to land harshly on the cold ground. With her hands still grasping the arm she froze in shock, Eddie studied her in concern.
She had flipped someone. After 2 years of stopping karate, she had still managed to flip someone, not has quickly as she used to but she stilled managed to bring a heavy body over hers in just a matter of seconds. She dropped the arm in guilt for doing karate after she promised to stop, not without the gang, and not without the dojo.
"Dude! What was that for?" Jerry's accusing voice brought her out of her thoughts. He squirmed on the ground , his hands trying desperately to massage his aching spine. "Not cool. Not cool."
Kim stared accusingly at him, "Excuse me? But you really shouldn't sneak up on someone that's obviously scared to her wits!" She rested her hand on her racing heart and glanced down at the pained Jerry and pursed her lips. She didn't feel the old Kim, but she was determined not to give up on bringing her back. Even if it took years, she wanted her back. She hated being weak but that was the only choice she would automatically turn to.
"I forgot. Kim Crawford isn't weak."
Kim froze before shaking her head rapidly, "That Kim Crawford died 2 years ago when the dojo closed down. And if you need the evidence, well you standi-..errr...laying on the evidence." Jerry snapped his eyes open in alarm, he leaped to feet and shook his clothing before popping into his usual Jerry stance.
"You died? When?"
Kim groaned, as did Milton up in the vent. "Can you hurry it up guys? My arms are killing me!" As Kim turned to find a rope ladder dangling from the edge of the open gap she once fell through. She bit back a snicker and glanced up, amuse clearly written on her face.
"Umm...Milton." Kim said sternly, "You're holding a rope ladder. That shouldn't be so hard to carry." Kim pointed out, there was a sharp look from Milton and immediately Kim turned coughing to let out her laughter. Unfortunately, Jerry too had the same intentions, now Milton glanced down only to find them awkwardly coughing.
"I know you're laughing. Just hurry up." Milton grumbled in distaste.
"Alright mamacita. Ladies first." Jerry gestured with a smirk to the ladder. Kim crossed her arms and sent him a pointed look.
"Good. So why aren't you going Jerry?" Kim retorted.
"Harsh."
Kim followed quickly after Jerry had clambered up, trying her best to ignore Milton's grunts and groans of pain. "Milton! That just sounds wrong!" Kim pointed out. "Jerry help him!" She forced the bile down her throat and continued up the ladder and groaned as Jerry mimicked Milton's grunts and groans. "So much for a rescue." she grumbled in distaste and hurried up the ladder to stop the grunts and groans faster.
The moment she got back up she stared at them with disgust. A moment later she slapped each of their arms, "Oww!" Milton whined, "Please, Kim. My arms are already killing me!"
"It wouldn't have hurt to keep your pain silent!" Kim exclaimed in frustration and pressed a palm against her clammy forehead. Before turning to Jerry, "And do you have to be so inappropriate?" She squeaked and tried to relive her mind from the groans stuck in her head.
She ignored their comments and continue to make her way back outside. Spotting the entrance of the vent she grasped the edge and jumped down, her knees gave up immediately and she fell to the rough pavement. She bit her lip harshly, determined to keep her pain in as she clasped her knee, currently occupied with oozing blood. She wished she hadn't worn something that left her knee unprotected.
The knee had reddened, from the corner of her eyes she found Jerry laughing in pure joy as he jumped down from the vent. Milton barely hanging on but safely placing his feet back on the ground or the boxes stacked up against the brick wall. Eddie rushing to them, a grin plastered on his face. She uncovered her knee and gagged at the sight of the red splotch on her palm.
As she went to cover her knee again. Another hand, bigger than hers and slightly tanned had beat her to it. She jumped at the sparks from his touch, she forced herself to look up to see who exactly was helping her. The moment her eyes met with dark shade of brown, her breathing had hitched. The blood racing through her veins had slowed, her mouth had gone dry and the hand on her knee only warmed her.
From the corner of her eyes she found Milton, Jerry and Eddie had stopped their mini celebration of rescuing her and had frozen at the sight of the newcomer.
She gulped nervously as her hand dropped to the ground in pure shock, her dry mouth manage to speak up in a hoarse voice.
"Jack?"
A/N: I'm so sorry for the short chapter! I really didn't know what to do in here so I just tried? It's probably not the best chapter. My mind has some trouble with writing up some chapters but maybe the next chapter will make up for it.
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