Hi. Another Kickin' It fanfic. This one I got inspired from the Philippine TV-show Sana Maulit Muli. I had a period in my life when I was obsessed with the actors Kim Chiu and Gerald Anderson. I watched every single movie and TV-show they starred in. My favorite have to be this one, about two parent less children who meet each other as stowaways on a ship. When they got back to land and got adopted, they had to separate. The boy gave the girl a sandal as in memory of her. About ten years later they enroll into the same High School. Watch the story if you find it interesting.
There will be some scenes from the original Kickin' It series but I will probably change them a little bit.
Warning: I'm from Sweden. English isn't my main language. Sorry if something is misspelled or written weird.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kickin' It. I don't own Sana Maulit Muli. Or the songs Hey there Delilah and I remember the boy
Jack's first day in school didn't turn out the way he wanted. Because of that, he became the schools biggest bully victim.
And because of a thing that happened in the past, he lost his self confidence. He lost the care if the Black Dragons hit him or flushed his head in the toilet. He came to school to learn.
Besides. He had a trick to let out his sorrow. His grandfather used to train the martial arts movie star, Bobby Wasabi, to his movies. He had built a dojo in the basement of his mansion. Jack trained martial arts. He didn't knew what belt level he had and he didn't care. He just needed something to release his inner pain. And Jack also do a little skate boarding too.
"Promise you wont forget me, Jack." the blond five year old girl said to me, when she gave me a hug.
"Cross my heart and hooked a fly, stick a cupcake in my eye." I said when we released.
"I want you to have this."
She picked up something from her My Little Pony backpack.
"That's the sandals we found when we first met."
"You still remember?"
"How can I not? We were fighting like a married couple over them."
"Well, I want you to have them. So you don't forget me."
"How about this." I grabbed the sandals. "Keep one sandal, so we both won't forget each other."
I gave her the left sandal and she took it.
We were just about to board the plane.
"I LOVE YOU, JACK!" she shouted. The last thing I saw of her was her waving at me with her right hand while holding the sandal tight to her chest.
"I love you too, Kim..." I whispered to my self in my sleep. "I lo-ve.. you...Zzz..."
"JACK! WAKE UP!" my little sister Morgan shouted at me.
I woke up and realized we were still in the car. On the road.
It's been eight years since I left my home in Minnesota to travel with my grandfather when they were filming for the Bobby Wasabi movies. Now me, my mom and my seven year old sister, were moving to my grandfathers house. Morgan and I was going to start in new schools. My mom will take care of my grandfather and the house while working in a business place.
"Did I fell asleep?" I said, scratching the back of my head.
"Yes you did!" Morgan said. "And you were talking in your sleep."
"Really? What did I say?"
"You said 'I love you too Kim'. Who's Kim? What does she look like? Is she your girlfriend?"
"First, Kim is not my girlfriend. Second, Kim is an old friend I've known my whole life."
"Do you mean Kim Crawford from kinder garden?" my mom said.
"Yes. I meant her. I was dreaming about when we last saw each other. At the airport."
"Honey. You will meet each other again. I promise."
I spaced out thinking of Kim as I fingered on the shoe box I had in my knee. Inside the box laid memories of my childhood. Including the sandal she gave me. The first thing we shared as friends. Something I will never EVER throw away. Something I will have laid next to me in my grave. That's how important it was.
"We're here." my mom said and drove up to a mansion. The familiar mansion my grandfather lived in. The mansion were we always used to celebrate Christmas, Easter, Halloween and Thanksgiving. Now we're going to live in it. We walked out of the car just when my grandfather opened the door.
"Grandpa!" Morgan shouted and ran up to grandfather for a hug. He lifted her up and spun her around. She laughed.
"Morgan! How much you've grown!" grandfather said. He put her down and looked at me.
"Good to see you Grandpa," I said and gave him a hug.
"It's good to see you too."
The first day in school. Mom was going to drop me off first. We arrived at the place called Seaford High. The school I'm going to be at for the last years of High School.
"This is it," my mom said. "Are you sure you will be okay?"
"I think so," I said.
"Do you think that's the principal who's waiting for you?"
We looked at a black man in gray dress pants and a yellow shirt.
"Maybe," I said.
"Say Hi to all the new friends you make!" Morgan said in the back seat.
"If I make any."
"Honey, of course you're gonna make new friends!" my mom said. "You just need to have a little confidence."
"I will make friends. I just don't know if I'm going to make any today."
"Well, good luck. You're gonna need it."
I gave my mom a peck on the cheek and a rub on Morgans head. Then I walked out of the car.
I walked up to the man who I guess was waiting for me.
"Jack Anderson?" he said.
"Yes," I said.
"My name is Bill Grouch and I'm the vice principal. I will take you to the principals office."
We walked to the grand hall which had a big staircase. We walked up. While following the Vice principal, I could see people looking at me. Mostly girls. Come on, I'm not THAT attractive.
We finally got to the principals office. We walked in and I sat down in a big chair in front of a desk.
The principal was bald and kinda old.
"We are very glad that you will enroll into this High School," he said. "This will be your schedule and your locker combination."
He gave me two different papers.
"Your first class will be English with Miss Goldsteen. She will be in classroom H35."
"Where is that?" I said.
"Bill is going to show you the way and introduce you to Ms Goldsteen."
"Then Ms Goldsteen will introduce me to the class?"
I followed Mr Grouch again to the classroom and there we met the teacher.
"This is the new boy?," Ms Goldsteen said. "Jack, right?"
"Well, it's nice to meet you. I'm going to start the class and when I call your name, you just have to walk in and introduce yourself."
She walked in to the classroom and got the students attention.
"Dear class. Today I will introduce a new student to you! Jack?"
I walked in and stood in front of the teachers desk.
"This is Jack Anderson," she said again. "He just moved here from... eh.. from.. Where do you come from?"
"I've been traveling with my family for these past ten years. Before that I lived in Minnesota."
"And where do you live now?"
"In a mansion near the school with my mom, my sister, and my grandfather."
"What about your dad?" a skinny boy with ginger colored hair asked.
"He passed away when I was seven."
"Oh, I'm so sorry to hear about that," Ms Goldsteen said. "Any more questions from the class?"
A blond girl raised her hand and asked, "Did you have any friends in Minnesota?"
For a second I thought she looked familiar and had a flashback of Kim for a split second.
"Only one. She was my very best and only friend I had. Then we both moved away from each other."
"Well I guess that's it for now. Jack you can take the seat next to Jerry."
Jerry looked like he was half Spanish. He had short black hair.
The class started and I was normally prepared with a notebook to write down all the things the teacher wrote on the black board.
Before I knew it, the class was over. I went to the locker I had. I looked at the combination and opened it. I put my bag inside it. What was next? Science. Really? After coming to a new school and I'm gonna have science? Well, I guess I just have to live through with it.
The science room was easy to find and the class went easier than I thought.
Then it was lunch. I found my way to the cafeteria and sat alone by a small table.
There wasn't so many people. At one table sat a couple of cheerleaders who I guess just came back from practice. At another table sat a group of guys with red jackets that said The Black Dragons on the back. One of the guys looked at me and whispered to his friends. I just focused back to my food. Then I felt something being hit at me. I looked up and saw a falafel ball on the table. The guys must've been bored and had a game of 'Hit the new kid'. I ignored it and threw the falafel in the trash can behind me and went back to my lunch. But the guys didn't stop there. When I was done and left the cafeteria to my locker, the gang came up to me behind me.
"So!" the guy with curly hair said, who I assumed was the "leader". "You're the new guy everyone has been talking about."
"I don't know what people have been talking about but it's true that I'm new here." I said.
"Do you know what we do with new guys?"
"How should I know when it's the first time I've been to a school! Except for kinder garden."
"Well, first. New guys never look down to the black dragons."
"And what's that supposed to mean?"
Before I could react, the guy had taken my wrist and flipped me to the ground, I groaned in pain by the stone cold floor.
"That's what it means! Never talk back to a black dragon. I have a black belt in karate from my dojo, so there's no chance that you can beat me."
For a second I just wanted to stand up and flip him to the ground myself. My grandfather was Bobby Wasabi's sensei for god's sake! But my grandfather was strict when it came to karate. He told me to always follow the Wasabi Code and don't use karate for violence. So I just let them walk away, stood up and brushed the dirt from my clothes.
The rest of the school went on as if nothing had happened.
When I got home I just went to my room. Some of my boxes was still unpacked so I decided to take care of it now. But my stomach and back still hurt for the second attempt the black dragons did.
"Hey Frank. It's the new kid again."
"Hey you." Frank said. "You're here again."
"Where else would I be?" I said.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"Not unless we say so."
And here we go again. They took my backpack and held my arms. Then Frank ran up and gave me a punch in the stomach. I lost my breath and collapsed to the ground.
"Man, he looks like a fish on land. Chipping after air."
They kicked my back two times before I left.
"Now you can go home," Frank said. "But you better not tell anyone about this or we will do this three times harder."
They walked away. It took a minute before I could breathe normally again and walk home.
End of flashback
I started with my clothes. I got a closet next to the bathroom. In the middle of my unpack, my grandfather came in.
"Hey Jack," he said. "Come with me. I want to show you something."
I followed him downstairs and down another staircase to his basement. He had a dojo there. It had everything. Mats, bow staffs, punching dummies, kick poles, swords and much more.
"Grandpa. You've had a dojo down here all this time?" I said.
"Not really," he said. "I built it when you were ten."
"Why are you showing me this?"
"Because I know you love to train martial arts so now that you're going to live here, you can train here as much as you want."
"Morgan can train here too?"
"Of course. Just make her stay away from the swords."
I walked around and looked at the things that were hanging in there. Some of my old trophies from different competitions was there too.
"I'll leave you alone to have a look for yourself." grandpa said and went up.
I walked around in circles to look at the things that were up on the wall. Both Morgan and I trained Martial Arts and neither of us knew what belt level we had. I had just started to train when we moved from Minnesota. Morgan started when I turned twelve.
I wonder if I still got some left. I lined up a couple of dummies and took my position.
Fist, spin, side punch, back kick, cork spin and a finishing flying dragon kick. And all the dummies were down. It wasn't as fast as the last time I did it but I still got it.
"Dinner's ready!" I heard my mom shout from the kitchen. Better get back up.