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Chapter 1: That Kid, Jack

Kim's POV

I'm sitting at lunch with my friends Milton, Jerry, and Eddie. We just have great times together. We do karate at the Bobby Wasabi Dojo together. I'm a black belt who started there years before them (They are all yellow belts) which is why I am higher ranking. We were just talking about random stuff.

"So Kim." Milton said "I hear the Black Dragons are competing against us at the tournament."

"Yeah, they don't care about anyone but themselves." I said.

"Yeah, but do funny things too. I saw Frank trip that one kid again. His books went evrywhere." Eddie said.

"That kid is just so great to mess with. Plus he dosen't have any friends at all." Jerry added.

"Big surprise." Eddie muttered, making us chuckle.

"I know. I don't even remember his name." I said.

"I think it's...Jake?" Milton said.

"Oh, I got it! Jack!" Eddie said. "Hey, there he is, sitting all by himself. What a loser." He pointed to the back of the cafeteria. I turned around and saw the kid . He was a brunette with hair down to his neck. He was wearing blue jeans and a red plaid button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He was sitting at table in the corner of the room. All by himself. He's kind of cute. Who said that?

"I know, right." Jerry said. One of Black Dragons walked past Jack and stuck out his elbow, whacking Jack in the back of the head. Jack put his hand on the back of his head and looked at the Black Dragon, a scared look on his face. Eddie and Jerry started laughing at him.

Ever sinced Jack's first day here four months ago, almost everyone was picking on him and bullying him. I kind of felt bad. He really didn't do anything to deserve that. He almost never said anything to anyone unless it was "Ow" or "Please stop! That hurts", but otherwise he never talked to anyone.

"I don't see why he deserved that. He didn't do anything." Milton said.

"Who cares? It's pretty funny." Jerry said, returning to his lunch.

"Yeah, but it still isn't nice. It's probably bothering him." I told them.

"Well if it was bothering him, he'd speak up." Eddie said with his mouth full.

"I guess you're right." I said, but I knew it was bothering him. Oh, who cares? Like Eddie said, he's just a loser.

"So did Rudy tell you guys what we're doing today?" I asked, changing the subject. They all looked at each other.

"No, did he tell you?" Milton asked me.

"Nope. Let's just get to class before we're late again." We all agreed and left to get our books.

While I was at my locker, I saw Jack walk by. He stopped right next to me and opened a locker. I didn't even realize his locker was right next to mine. We set a few books in and grabbed some others. He turned around to leave when that kid Randy shoved Jack into his locker, slamming the door, making kids laugh including me. The bell rang and everyone left, including me. In the background I could just make out "Someone let me out!" but I didn't care. I caught up with the guys.

"Hey. Loser boy just got locked in his own locker!" Eddie said.

"Wow. He can't even get books without being bullied." Milton exclaimed "We should do something about it."

"Oh please. We'll do that as soon as he dosen't get bullied for a week." Jerry said.

"Well then we wouldn't need to tell anyone." Eddie said with a chuckled. We sat down in our science class seats. Class went on as it usually did. About twenty minutes later, Jack burst through the door. "Sorry I'm late. I got-" "I don't want to here your excuse Anderson. Just sit down and write the notes down." Mrs. Parker said, not even looking at him. On his way to his seat, Jerry stuck his foot out, making Jack stumble a bit but not fall. Jerry silently started laughing.

Once class was over, we all went to History. On the way there we talked about how the tournament was going to go.

"So we've got to decide who wants to spar. I'm going to." I said.

"I'll do it." Jerry said.

"I guess I will." Eddie said.

"So what about board breaking?"

"I'm doing that." Milton pointed out.

"No one else? You are a bunch of babies." I joked.

"Look! The football team hates him too." Jerry said, pointing to the football team. As each one of them went past Jack, they would shove him against the lockers. He just can't win. As the last one walked past, he grabbed the collar of Jack's shirt and through him into a group of girls, who started whacking him and pushed him away.

"Watch this." Eddie said, chucking an eraser at Jack. It nailed him right in the side of the head. We all started laughing (ecxept for Milton) at his reaction, then we went to class. We got to class and did all the usual things. Pretending to pay attention and just wingin' the assignment. Milton, of course, finished in seconds and pulled out a book.

On the other side of the room, Frank was shooting spit balls at Jack, who tried to ignore it. Once I finished the assignment, I day dreamed about random things and how the tournament might go, what I needed to know, that kind of stuff. Suddenly the bell rang, snapping me out of my thoughts. I grabbed my stuff and caught up with the guys.

"Yo, I think me and Frank might be friends." Jerry anounced.

"Why?" We all asked in unision.

"We were pelting Jake or whatever with spit balls."

"Next time I get in on that." Eddie joked. I started talking again.

"So gotta talk about the Black Drag-" Jack crashed into my side. I looked past him at Truman who was laughing.

"Watch it!" I yelled, shoving Jack away. As he gained his balance again, he mumbled "Sorry." and walked away. He said it like he real meant it.

"What an idiot." I said, angrily.

"Kim, it wasn't his fault. I saw Truman push him." Milton told me.

"Well he's still an idiot." Jerry said, making us laugh. We got to class and nothing special really happened. At the end, we all went to the dojo.

"Hey guys." Rudy greeted us. We all said hey and got changed for class. While we were warming up and talking, Rudy came out of his office.

"Ok. Let's get training. The tournament is in a three weeks."

"So what are we doing first?" I asked.

"Well, I thought we could just break up into groups and switch off depending on what we wanna practice." We went into two groups.

Milton and I worked on breaking while Rudy, Jerry, and Eddie worked on sparring.

"So I hold the board while you try to kick through it." I said, holding the board up, one hand on each side.

"I'll try." He mumbled, getting into a fighting position. He yelled and tried a side kick. He hit it, but didn't break it.

"Ok, good. But try to snap it."

He got into fighting position again. He kick it again. This time it cracked.

"Good, on more time and it'll break."

He kicked it again, breaking it.

"Great. We just need to work a little more." I said, Milton taking a drink of water from a bottle. We practiced for about a half an hour until we took a break.

"Guys, I'm going to Phil's for a snack." I annouced. I left the dojo in my gi and went to Falafel Phils.

"I'll have a small bowl of falafel balls and a coke please." I said to Phil.

"Coming right up." He announced, going into back. I sat down at the booth we usually at. Phil came out with my order.

"Thanks." I said. I started eating when Jack walked in. He didn't even notice me (not that I wanted him to) and ordered. I didn't hear what it was so don't ask. He got a tray with some baba ganoush, some falafel balls, and a pepsi. He looked around for a place to sit. The entire place was filled accept the seat across from me. He cautiously walked over to me. I he asks you out. You would look good together. That voice! It's back!

"Hey. Can I um...sit here?" He asked "There isn't another spot that's open."

"Uh...sure." I said, returning to my food. He sat down "Thanks." There was an awkward silence.

"So, I see you're wearing a gi. Do you do karate?" He asked, trying to make a conversation.

"Yeah. Do you?" I asked.

"No. But my 'caretaker' does. He's a sensei."

"Caretaker?"

"Yeah. My parents died when I was eight. They left me with their friend-well they thought he was their friend. All he does is push me around, abuse me, use me as a punching bag, and won't let me come out of my room unless he needs someone to hurt." He told me, looking down.

"You should do something about that." I said.

"Well if I do anything about it, the Black Dragons would just do his work for him. They're his students." If that guy is the sensei for the Black Dragons then that means...

"Ty is you're caretaker?" I said in disbelief.

"Yeah, I thought the Black Dragons were the only other ones who knew him."

"Our dojo is going to be in tournament against them in three weeks." I pointed out "And they will pay for what they do to us."

"I thought I was the only one they bully." He mumbled.

"No they bully me and my friends too."

"Oh..." I suddenly remembered what happened in the hall at school.

"Hey, I'm sorry about yelling at you in school. I didn't know you were pushed."

"It's fine. That kind of stuff happens every day." He said sadly.

"Well, I better get going. My friends are probably waiting for me." I said, getting up.

"Bye." He said.

"Bye." I said back, and I left. All I could think was "Poor kid. He never even smiled. I wish I could help him...maybe I can."

So here's the the new story. Trust me. It'll get better for Jack. Just give it some time. I hope you liked it. I've been working on it for a while. And please review. Thanks.