Adlar Feldotte

2nd hr.

Final Folder Write- 11/15/19

“It’s for you!” she called, after answering the phone. When I went to take it from her, she

covered the mouthpiece and whispered menacingly, “This better not be about what I think it’s

about, got it?” I picked up the phone.

“It’s not mom,” I said and walked away towards the basement. Of course it was she was

thinking about.

It all started 2 years ago. People were always picking on the smaller guy. I hated it. It

drove me crazy. It came to the point when one night I saw a some gang members terrorizing a

small man. I couldn’t help myself from doing something about it.

“Just leave him alone,” I said. They threw him to the side and he ran away to hide.

“What are you going to do about it?” said one gang member while holding a knife in his

hand.

“I don’t want to cause any trouble,” I said.

“You already have,” said the guy and he started to run at me. Then I kicked him in the

gut. He fell to the ground. The others looked at him, then to me, and back to the guy on the

ground. The gang members all ran away. The small guy came out from hiding.

“Thank you so much. You are a hero. Is there anything I can do to repay you?” said the

man.
 “No. Let me walk you home,” I replied. That was the first night that I started fighting

crime on the streets. That night I became known as the red-headed crime-fighting ninja, the

Ginja Ninja.

Shinobi, or ninjutsu, was my passion. My great-grandfather taught my grandfather, my

grandfather taught my father, and my father taught me. I took the guy by the arm and chopped

him in the elbow. For two years now, I have used my fighting skills to fight crime on the streets

with the help of my best friends: Austin Wu, also known as Kung Fu Wu; Joe Miller, also known

as Taekwond-Joe; Chad Jones, also known as the Karate Hottie; and myself, Corey Wilson, the

Ginja Ninja. Together we make the Dojo Masters. Every night we go out and keep the streets

safe from the Boxer gang, led by the Boxer Boss.

As I sat down in the basement, I said “I told you not to call the home phone. Now my

mom is paranoid.”

“Well it was your fault for telling her what you ​used to ​do,” said Chad “Anyways, we

have a big problem. Get to the dojo as soon as possible.”

“Alright. See you in ten,” I said. I hung up the phone and ran up the stairs.

“Where do you think you are going?” said my mom.

“I'm going to...uhh...help Chad with his math homework project,” I said lyingly.

“Math homework project?” said my mom, who obviously knew something was up.

“Yeah. It's a new thing. You wouldn’t understand,” I replied.

“Ok then. Be safe. And NO ninja crime fighting. Got it?” she said.

“Yes mom. See you later,” I said while running out the door.

As I walked into the dojo, the guys were laughing at me.

 “What excuse did you make up this time Corey,” said Joe.

“That's irrelevant. Why is it so important that I have to be here?” I asked.

“The Boxer gang is at it again. It will be easy this time to get them. There is a meeting set

up in a warehouse on Second Street tonight. I think we should go and hopefully end this

problem, once and for all,” said Austin.

“If Corey’s mom will let him,” said Chad.

“She thinks I’m helping you with math right now. I think I should be good. But let’s just

send her a quick picture of us doing some math problems real quick,” I said.

That night would determine the cities fate. Little did we know that the Boxer gang was

planning a total takeover of the city. We would have to win this battle to save the city.

It was almost time. We geared up, taking as much with us as possible.

“How many are there going to be?” Austin asked.

“Who knows,” said Joe.

“It doesn’t matter how many. It only matters how much fight each person has. There may

be four of us and there might be one hundred of them, but we have more fight in us. We just

have to believe,” I said.

“That touched my heart man,” said Chad.

“Good. Now let's roll,” I said. We walked out the door, knowing nothing about what is in

front of us.

As we approached the rooftop, we saw five vans pull up to the warehouse.

“Looks like there isn’t a lot of people,” said Joe.

 “That is not including the people that are already here,” I said. We snuck into the building

and hiding in the rafters.

“There are 20 people,” Austin said.

“Shhh! They are getting started,” said Joe.

The Boxer Boss started to speak, “You all know why you are here today. We are trying to

take over the city. It's hard to take over a city when you get beat by teenage ninjas! I want you all

to go out and find the Dojo Masters. I want them here! NOW!”

“Well I guess you don't have to look far!” said Chad. Everyone looked at him.

“What are you all doing standing around! Get them!” said the Boxer Boss.

“Oh yeah! Let's bring it boys!” said Chad. Now it was time to fight.

We jumped from the rafters. Fists were flying and feet were kicking. There were only

four of us and 20 of them. Each gang member tried their best but couldn’t beat us. We were all

fighting multiple people at once. Their numbers were going down drastically. We were all still

good. We trained for this. Also, we believed we could win. I looked over at Chad and he was

having the time of his life. He was picking on them with his swift dodges and the swing of his

nunchucks. Joe looked relaxed. He was the only one of us that could reach somewhat of an inner

peace while fighting. When I looked at Austin, I saw a fire in his eyes. It looked like he had

calculated his next move before he could do his current one. One by one the gang members were

down. The only one that was left was the Boxer Boss.

“I guess I will just have to do this myself,” said the Boxer Boss. He ran toward us. All of

us were fighting him at once. We couldn’t fight him one by one. We had to fight as a team.

“ We are a team. We can beat him if we work together and believe,” I said.
 “I am undefeated. No one has ever beaten me,” said the Boxer Boss. He was wrong. No

one could withstand the true power of the Dojo Masters. The Boxer Boss was getting tired with

each hit, until he hit the ground.

“No...no...no one has ever beaten me,” he said.

“We only had to fight together. We had to believe. It doesn't matter if you won all your

matches prior to your current. It only matters what is going now and how much you are willing

to sacrifice,” I said.

“Dude, you are going to make me cry,” said Chad.

“I’ll tie him up. The cops are already on their way,” said Joe.

“Let’s go before Corey gets in trouble with his mom,” said Austin.

We rushed back to the dojo. I really had to get home before my mom reported me as

missing like she has done before.

“Hi mom,” I said.

“What took you so long?” she asked.

“I told you that I was Chad’s house,” I said.

“How was your ‘math homework project’ then?” she asked.

“It took a lot of work but we got it done,” I said. She walked into the living room and

turned on the daily news.

“Hey Corey?” my mom asked.

“Yes mom?” I replied.

“Did you have anything to do with the defeat of the Boxer Boss?” she asked.
 “Uhhh...I have to go to bed now. I have to wake up early to...uhhh…” I said running up

the stairs to my room. She chased after me and said “COREY JAMES WILSON!!! WHAT DID

I TELL YOU ABOUT NINJA CRIME FIGHTING?!?!”