I'm so happy with all the reviews I'm getting on my other stories! You guys rock! So, here's another. This one actually isn't a oneshot. More chapters will be up when I write them. This wasn't for a writing competition, this was on my own time. So, enjoy!

When I accepted the call of the ninja, I accepted a burden that I would carry until all of my enemies were vanquished.

Unfortunately, I had a lot more enemies than I thought.


"Hey, geek," Spencer Erbe greeted me in his usual friendly way as he slammed me into a locker. Julia Howard giggled and clung to his arm, looking like a raccoon as usual with eyes crusted in heaps of dark eyeliner. A gorgeous, blond raccoon. But still.

Spencer noticed me looking at his girlfriend and tightened his grip on my shoulder. I squeaked and tried to whack him with my umbrella. It hit his rock-hard abs with no more than a hollow thump. He furrowed his unibrow and slapped it out of my hand, sending it spinning down the hall. Julia laughed like a hyena.

"Hey, man, that's my brother's! He's gonna kill me-" I started to protest. Spencer growled and sunk his fist into my stomach. Pain exploded in my stomach, and for a moment, my vision blurred at the edges.

Spencer is a man of few words. But actions speak a lot louder than words, anyway.

"Whaddya want, Spencer?" I gasped, doubled over. He thought for a moment, standing there slackjawed with his head tilted to the side. Julia took pity on him and stood on her tiptoes to whisper something in his ear. Spencer listened, then straightened up.

"I HAVE A GREAT DEAL FOR YOU." I groaned (inwardly, for fear of being hit again.)

"What?"

"This is a great deal: If you give me ten dollars a week, then I might not beat you up for the rest of the week!" Oh, great.

"Give me one good reason why I should pay you."

Spencer thought again. Miraculously, he thought of something all by himself.

"I have two good reasons. One is my left fist," he said as he held up his right fist. "And the other is my right fist!" he concluded proudly, holding up his left fist.

That was a good enough reason for me. I dug into my pocket and pulled out a ten dollar bill-my lunch money-and tossed it at Spencer's feet. He glared at Julia until she picked it up for him, and they finally disappeared down the hall, arguing loudly over how the money should be split (Spencer wanted to tear it in half, Julia wanted to exchange it at the office.)

I sat down on the ground and put my head between my knees. Note to self: don't piss off six-foot-tall linebacker. Just…don't.

"GAHHHHH!" I leapt up as someone poked my shin with a toe. It was Sierra, that cute blond girl from my math class. She was looking at me funny. I wondered if perhaps there was some food in my teeth.

"Hey Ethan, I found your umbrella." She held out my brother's Buzz Lightyear umbrella.

"Uhhhh…" I said intelligently, staring at the light wisps of hair framing her face.

"I mean, it is yours, right?" She asked, frowning slightly. My face reddened, and I finally found my voice.

"Yeah, yeah, it is. I mean…yeah. Thanks," I said, hurriedly taking the umbrella and walking away before I could make an even bigger fool of myself.

"Wait," called Sierra. "You know that's bribery and extortion, right?" I turned around, wondering what the hell extortion was.

"Yeah, of course!" I replied, hoping that extortion was something good. "Extortion's fine! Yay, ex- WAIT, DON'T LEAVE ME!"

Too late. Sierra rolled her eyes and was walking away.

Whatever. Like it's totally my fault that I don't know what extortion is.

Love it? Hate it? Let me know in a review! This is the first piece of original fiction I've done (besides my tournament stories), because I've mostly done fanfics. So I really wanna hear what you think. I know it's a bit cliché so far (kid gets beat up in hall, OH NOES!) but I kinda had to do that to build up to what comes next: the ninjafication of Ethan Harris!