Chapter 1: The Arrival

Yada, yada, yada.
Andrew didn’t care what the principal was talking about. He wasn’t exactly listening either. He was going off on one of his tangents, yammering on and on about “when I was a kid” and “this is unacceptable” and “this is hard on me.” He just wanted to get out of there.
“Now, tell me, how did you do that?” The principal asked inquisitively.

Andrew shrugged.
“I just did.” He responded lazily.
“Young man, do not speak to me this way. This is not appropriate speech for such a young person to a man of such authority! One day you’ll learn kindness gets your further than rudeness. I’ve been thinking this over for a while. I’m afraid I’m going to have to do what I said I’d do. I shall have to expel you from this school.”
A wide, cheeky grin spread across Andrew’s face. “Really?” he asked. “You mean it? No more school?”
Fifteen minutes later, Andrew burst of the schoolhouse doors cheering. He danced around the place, letting out continuous whoops of joy. He had gathered all of his belongings and scrambled out of the school. A few minutes later, he saw something stupendous through the clouds. Shoving mist out of the way was a wooden dragon’s head. What the dragon was attached to finally emerged: a flying ship!
“Woah!” Andrew exclaimed. The ship slowly landed several yards from the school, and out came a man. He was very elderly, and dressed himself with white robes and possessed a long, white beard. Oddly, he wore a rice farmer’s hat atop his head.
The man walked over to him and said “Come with me.”
Andrew couldn’t believe his luck. He was getting to drop out of school and ride in a flying ship! On board were six men in colored suits. The suits covered every part of their body except for their eyes, which showed surprise and confusion.
“Sensei, what is the meaning of-” A man with a silver face began to ask, but was interrupted by the old man.
“Give us a moment alone. We shall discuss this later.”
The men reluctantly walked away and into a different room. Once they disappeared, the old man turned around to question Andrew.
Andrew, who could tell when adults were going to say something annoying, quickly asked before the man could say anything: “Who are you?”
The old man sighed. “I am your father.” He paused, and then corrected: “Stepfather. I sent you to boarding school before you can remember, and I want to know what happened to get you expelled.”
“This place is pretty cool!” Andrew exclaimed. “What is it? Why do you have it? How does it work?”
“You are avoiding the question.” His stepfather said.
Andrew gulped. He was more perceptive than most adults. “What happened to get you expelled?” The man asked.
Considering he had an awesome flying ship, Andrew knew he had to get on good terms with him and tell him the truth – but not the whole truth.
“I scared kids.”
Andrew stated.
“Oh?” the man questioned. “How so?”
“I acted like a tiger.” Andrew said. He decided to avoid what about his acting of a tiger really scared them.
“How could that scare them?” The man asked.
“Well, uh, I kinda looked like a tiger too. I used a costume.”
“Really?” The man wondered. “I didn’t give you a tiger costume. Where did you get it?”
“It was, uh, a Christmas gift.” He lied.
“Is that so?” The man asked. I guess you brought it with you?” Andrew didn’t respond. “May I search your bags for it?”
Andrew couldn’t think of any excuse for him not to, so he searched his bags and found no tiger costume.
The man pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and said: “This bill from the school says that you frightened them as a puma, a bear, and a platypus. There’s also a long list of pranks and vandalisms you’ve committed to, which altogether resulted in your expulsion. I didn’t find any puma, bear, or platypus costumes in your bags either. How did you manage to scare them this way?”
Andrew didn’t know what to say. He saw that the man was attempting (but failing) to hide a smirk. He couldn’t reveal his secret.
“I’ll give you time.” The man said. “By the way, I go by the name Wu.”
He walked off into the place that the colorful-suited men went into. He heard sounds of shock and confused shouting. A few minutes later, the men and Wu walked out. The men pulled down their hoods to reveal their full faces and hair. One of the men turned out to be a woman.
“I’m Kai.” Said a man in red robes with brown, spiky hair.
He displayed his fist which suddenly, to Andrew’s surprise, burst into flames. The man showed no sign of struggle or pain, but instead looked cool and confident. “I’m the master of fire.” He said.
“I’m Jay.” The man to his right said.
He had orange hair, wore a blue suit and like Kai, showed his hand. Suddenly, blue sparks of lightning shot out of it.
Andrew gasped.
“Are you a Sith lord?” he asked. Jay just laughed.
“I’m the master of lightening.”
The man to his right began to speak.
“I’m Zane.” He said.
His hair and face seemed to be metal. He wore white robes, and like the others, showed his fist and froze it into an ice cube.
“I’m the master of ice.” He explained. “And yes,” he said with a grin. “I am a robot.”
Next was a man in a black suit. He had black hair, and a large green scar was shown at the top right of his face. “I’m Cole.” He said.
He shot a clump of dirt from his hand. “I’m the master of earth.”
After him was the woman. Her suit was a mix of maroon and blue, and she had short black hair. “I’m Nya.” She said.
She shot a blast of water right at his face. Andrew yelped and started wiping it with his hands.
“Oh!” She exclaimed. “I’m sorry! So sorry! I wasn’t aiming for you! Are you okay?”
Andrew wiped the last bit of water from his cheeks and laughed. “You’re the master of water?” He guessed.
The woman nodded.
Finally, was a man wearing green robes and had blonde hair. “I’m Lloyd." he said.
From his fist a glowing ball of power came out. “I’m the master of energy.’ He said.
Wu stood in front of them. He began to ask Andrew: “Master of Form, I presume?”

I had thought my writing style wasn't too different from the writing style I had when I started this story. I've looked back at it, and man, is it garbage! Please stick around until you've caught up with my recent writing style before you judge it.

Chapter 2: Training
“. . . but then we divide 42 by seven as well, and what we have left is . . .” So much for escaping school. Andrew thought. Wu was blabbering on about math like his school teachers before him had. He read stories about these kids who dropped out of school to embrace their super-awesome powers, and they learned about fighting and cool things like that, not lame arithmetic!
Andrew groaned.
Wu looked up from his papers. “Is there something wrong?” He asked. His face and voice held and honest, inquisitive tone, but Andrew could see the irritation hiding beneath.
“What’s the point in all of this boring math stuff?” Andrew complained. “I’m going to be a ninja now! What I need to be doing is fighting! I need to be working on my punches! I need to be working on my kicks! I need to be working on my spinjitzu! How is this boring stuff going to help?”
Wu paused for a moment, then responded calmly: “A hoard of seventy-eight enemies are upon the battlefield.” Andrew perked up. This was more like it! “You ninja must each fight an even amount, or else somebody will be fighting too many and be vanquished. How many enemies must each ninja fight?”
Andrew slowly dropped his head to his desk with a large thunk.
So far, being a ninja was no fun at all.
* * * * *
Finally! After two painful hours of science geography, and arithmetic, Wu had taken Andrew to train.
“Remember,” Wu had said, “It will take quite a while before you possess even the minor reflexes and skills of a ninja.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Andrew said quickly. He wasn’t really listening. He was going to zip right past all of those training obstacles like nobody had ever seen before. He was going to show that silly old man what he was made of, and then he’d realize his talent and it’d be the end of school. Perhaps he’d be so good he’d be crowned a ninja immediately. Perhaps he’s immediately find his full potential, unlock spinjitzu and airjitzu, and become the most powerful ninja ever. He was going to be like one of those super-athletic experts who zoomed their way past the obstacles of Most Ultimate Extreme Ninja Challenge Ever, but better.
Andrew stood in front of the obstacle. It was a bar swinging around, and Andrew’s mission was to get past it. He almost laughed at it. It looked so simple, dull and feeble. Not only would he clear it, but he’d make mincemeat out of the obstacle (not to say that Andrew knew what mincemeat was). He’d prove his amazing worthiness. He’d prove his fantastic greatness. As he stepped up to it, ready to stupendously leap of the clumsy, wooden bar, he thought to himself: I am going to-
Andrew’s thought was never finished, as he was immediately whacked in the ribs by a spinning bar.
* * * * * *
The rest of training wasn’t much better. Replaying those last couple paragraphs for an hour would do quite a decent job of telling what happened to Andrew. Of course, there were other tests, but Andrew failed each and every one. Every one, that is, except for a punching bag. Wire connected to it showed how hard Andrew’s punch was, and Wu had set a minimum of force for him to create. It took quite a while, but Andrew finally gave it one, firm hit that was hard enough. He put his hands in the air and began to celebrate, and was immediately knocked over by the swinging bag. Andrew said later he thought he heard it laughing at him.
By this time, the other ninja had begun to watch Andrew. They spectated his failure, and a couple of them laughed, despite the constant glares from Wu. Zane had even made some popcorn.
“Ha! You just got pwned!” Jay would shout at Andrew as another obstacle hit him.
“Could you please not say that?” Kai asked. “It’s really annoying.”
Of course, Jay’s response to this was just more pwns, and it wasn’t long before they were throwing ping pwn paddles at each other in frustration.
Zane and Nya didn’t spectate, for they were didn’t want to add more pressure to Andrew. Lloyd did watch, but he did so with no criticism or anything rude to say. He simply watched him, and as the others laughed, they might make minor eye contact, silently sympathizing. However, Kai, Jay and Cole were not sympathetic. They were rolling on the floor laughing, cracking up each time something impacted Andrew. This only aggravated Andrew further, making him more likely to slip up, which was all the better for the ninja.
Finally, it was too much to handle. Jay was snorting like a hog, and Kai was having problems breathing. The constant laughter filled up the pressure and anger inside Andrew, when his body suddenly disappeared.
“Oh no . . .” Wu moaned. The ninja’s laughing halted, for they wondered where Andrew had gone. Suddenly, a creepy, hairy spider the size of your hand crawled up onto the bench where the ninja where sitting. Jay looked down at it and screamed.
Have you ever heard a four-year-old girl scream? Have you ever heard a piglet squeal? Both of these noises are very high-pitched, but Jay’s scream of terror sounded like both of these noises combined. He leapt from his seat and ran toward Wu, jumped into his arms as if he was a baby. He certainly sounded like a baby. The other two ninja weren’t calm either, each jumping out of their seats, each screaming, but not as ear-hurting as Jay’s.
Then the spider began to morph into something truly frightening – a tiger. The tiger growled, and began to stalk slowly towards the direction of the ninja. The ninja yelled and ran towards the corner of a room. A good thing to note is that if you are ever being hunted by a wild animal, a corner is exactly the last place you’d want to go. The ninja were each trembling fiercely as the orange ocelot loomed closer (yes, I know tigers and ocelots aren’t the same things).
“N-n-nice kitty . . .” Cole cooed frightfully. “N-n-n-nice kitty?”
The ninja were cornered. They had nowhere to run, and the animal looked to be ready to attack at any moment. Suddenly, the tiger’s snarling mouth curved up into something that looked like a grin. It began to purr at a high velocity, and suddenly it morphed into a human – Andrew.
Andrew was laughing, long and loud and cruelly. “Ha!” He shouted in between giggles. “Look who’s laughing now!” After a couple more chuckles, he specified. “Me! It’s me! I’m laughing! I’m laughing at you! Ha! What do you think of that?!”
The ninja looked completely mortified, and began to slink out of the room, embarrassed. Before walking out of the door, Cole turned his head around. “Hey, Andrew,” he began, “how did you morph back into your clothes?”
Andrew just smirked. “How did you change your suits as a ghost?” Cole’s expression was a glare, and he stomped out with a huff.
Andrew smiled. A minor laugh still echoed in his throat. Perhaps he didn’t prove his strength, but he did prove the ninja couldn’t mess with him.

Chapter 3: Routine
“When do we get to spinjitzu?” Andrew asked excitedly.
Wu looked at Andrew. It was showed no anger or frustration, yet any type of happiness seemed non-existent as well. He just looked tired. “It is almost dusk.” he said. “You must save your energy for tomorrow, whence you shall encounter more chances to improve and train. For now, you must rest.”
Andrew sighed. He was really looking forward to getting to more action. The sun was beginning to sink down into the horizon far away, setting down onto the sandy plains. He had intended to ask why the ninja temple was floating above ground, and why they had both a flying boat and this temple, but he never had remembered to do so.
“Come,” Wu commanded to the child whom was staring off into the distance. “it is time for supper.” He led him upstairs and down a corridor into a dining room. The dining room was large, and several plates decorated orientally were displayed upon the walls, held by pieces of metal screwed into the wall. Each pair of metal bars, each decorated in lavish, blue paint, swirling and curling to make an abstract beauty, or in simply pink paint swerving this way and that – every pair of metal bars except one. Apparently Jay had accidentally knocked one over the other day.
The dining table was very long and a consisted of a light brown wood. It looked firm, sturdy, and somewhat pretty (Of course, Andrew didn’t notice this. What kind of tween thinks wood is cool?). Eight chairs surrounded it, and five were occupied by the ninja. A couple of them had stayed in their suits, but others, Kai and Cole were wearing other, casual outfits. Kai wore a T-shirt with an image of him on it (“This is a very trendy item right now!” he had said) and Cole was wearing an orange shirt with a black jacket. Wu had told the ninja to wear their suits that night to show Andrew appropriate ninja clothing, but Kai and Cole either didn’t know, or more likely, didn’t care.
An elder woman with gray hair, Misako, was in the kitchen, pulling something out of their steel oven with her oven mitts. “Of course, she’s not the only one who cooks.” Wu said. “The ninja take turns every day.” As it turns out, that night was not Misako’s day to cook. Andrew guessed they were trying to leave a good impression on him, which made him fear the cooking talents of the other ninja.
“Why do they have to cook?” Andrew asked. “They’re ninja!”
“Cooking is a very useful talent. It is necessary for a ninja, especially if they are deserted alone with only ingredients and not prepared food. This will teach them to survive such a scenario.” Andrew informed Wu that cooking was for the birds. Wu did not seem happy by this statement, which is why he didn’t reprimand Wu for professing about to necessity of cooking whilst he probably only knew how to brew tea.
The table was set with fresh and steaming noodles, delicious dumplings and a large, mouth-watering roast duck. Andrew licked his lips. He hadn't noticed until then how hungry he was. "I thought we were having burgers tonight." Kai moaned quietly, so quiet that only Andrew and Wu, who glared at him, heard.
It wasn't long before Andrew was scarfing down the meal, enjoying it thoroughly. Perhaps he ate a bit too quickly, because it was ten minutes after he finished before anybody else did. Wu and Misako were talking about dull, boring adult stuff, but thankfully the ninja had a bit more of an entertaining dialogue. They spoke of recent movies, video games, and other cool stuff frequently interrupted by playful noogies.
A couple hours later, after dinner, Andrew was sent up to bed. Of course, the moment he lied down, he felt no urge for sleep whatsoever. He stayed awake, his mind swimming with the excitement of the large, amazing day. The other ninja were still downstairs, doing who-knows-what. It's not fair. Andrew thought. They get to stay up as long as they want, while I'm condemned to an early bedtime. An hour later, the ninja finally came to their bedroom wearing sleep-clothes and crawling into their small beds (except for Nya, who had her own bedroom shared with Misako).
Andrew was still bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and chatted with the ninja. However, the ninja's responses were normally groans and "go to sleep’s, but these had no impact on Andrew. "It's so cool to be a ninja now!" he would say. "Wu's so old! He's like a prune! Lol!" "I didn't like the dumplings tonight. Too much spinach. I hate spinach." "That obstacle with the four arms is just too hard! Wu made it too tricky." "What color will my suit be? I wonder what ninja I should be."
"I know what you should be:" Jay responded. "QUIET!!”
It wasn't until one in the morning when, to the ninja's pleasure, finally drifted off into peaceful, serene sleep.
BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP
Andrew's eyes drifted open, his sight still dark and fuzzy. An alarm was going off inside Zane. "Power on." Zane said robotically. Kai had claimed that Zane always sounded more robotic in the morning. The other ninja groaned, as they had not received enough sleep the last night. Nevertheless, they still climbed out if their bunkbeds and walking and moaning like tiredly and sluggishly down into the corridor - every ninja except one.
Andrew still laid in his bed, mushing his face into his pillow in attempt to grab a bit more sleep. A few minutes later, Wu came up to the bedroom telling him to get up. Andrew groggily refused. It was only a few minutes before Wu was pulling Andrew from the torso whilst Andrew firmly held on to the sheets.
"GET UP!" Wu commanded.
"NO!" Andrew shouted. In the end, to Andrew's dismay, Wu prevailed. Andrew hopped down the rickety wooden stairs, making loud thumps as he went. He sat down at his chair, where two cold pancakes awaited him. The pancakes weren't very good cold, but that was Andrew's fault for waiting so long, which made him even grumpier. The boys all ate their food slowly like zombies, but Nya seemed bright and cheerful.
"Could somebody pass the butter?" She chirped. Kai simply groaned and handed her the dainty butter plate. "Are you guys okay?" She asked. "What happened?"
As if on a command, all of the male ninja immediately pointed to Andrew, who sunk lower into his chair. Wu sighed.
The rest of the morning wasn't much better. The ninja all had a morning routine of chores, but they were more painful with Andrew griping all the time. "This is boring!" He would shout. "I hate this!" "I don't want to!" "I hate working!"
After chores, it was time for training. The ninja all stood in a row. First was Andrew, who had an angry, grumpy expression. To his right were five, slouching, yawning, whimpering, tired and beaten ninja, and to their left was Nya, who stood tall and looked cheerful, as if she was on a jolly outing.
Wu opened his mouth to speak, then closed it again. Jay was beginning to fall asleep on Cole, but Cole pushed Jay's head away by the time he started drooling.
"There will be no classes this morning. You are allowed to return to bed." The ninja would have cheered, but they were too tired. They slowly zombie-walked out of the door.
"I feel like I'm in the Djinn blade." Jay mumbled. Nya showed no resentment and cheerfully walked out with them.
"I wonder if Misako needs some help with that garden." She wondered to herself. Before they made it out the door, Wu grabbed Lloyd and Andrew by the shoulder. "What happened last night?" Wu asked.
"Andrew wouldn't shut up." Lloyd said plainly. Andrew glared at him.
"That's all I wanted to know. You may go with them." Wu said to Lloyd.
"With Andrew?" Lloyd responded fearfully. These weren't nice things to say, but Lloyd was tired, and when you're tired, offensive things have a higher tendency of slipping out.
"No."
"I want to sleep too!" Andrew whined.
"I do not believe by recent experiences that you should share rooms with the ninja." Wu informed him.
"Well, where am I going to sleep then?"
In the end, the only remaining place was his baby crib. He made a fuss about it, but still slept in there anyway. Despite curling into a ball-shape, it still was a very tight squeeze, but it was the only place left. In the morning, the ninja taunted him about "the little baby taking a nap," but a quick morph into coyote stopped that quickly.
In the comics, life of a ninja was totally awesome and cool, but Andrew cursed them, as they were a big pack of lies.