"Crap. Here comes another one,"mutters a man looking through the camera command room. "Grrrrr, describe him to me please," growls the other guy in the room. "Ok, this guy looks def Asian to me. Wears all black, spiked up hair and looks a bit shorter than average," answers the former. "hmmm, anybody matching that description," says the other guy while looking through the school files. "Ah hah! Found him. Name's Dan. no criminal record. We gotta keep an eye on this one." ------------------------------------------------ My first day of school huh I think to myself as I walk through the double doors of PIMD college. I heave up my pack as I inspect the school while secretly videotaping it with my watch. After awhile, I come across the main bulletin board in the approximate center of the school. On it were the dorm listings, class schedule and club groupings. "Perfect. Chem, Bio and others. Dorm 1A and Club N. Let's see. Fletch is there, so's Stewie. And Otto! Now who are these other random dudes?" I ponder. "O well! I'll find out later. Hmm and my dormmate is Fletch too? Cool." After scanning my eyes down one more time I walk put the doors and across the campus to the dorms.
As I walk across the campus, I hear an explosion to the west. On the alert, I run over to the direction it came from. In a ditch, I find a pink-haired woman cracking her whip at a teenage boy. I quickly duck behind a tree and throw a blade at her. The blade just missed but cut a lock of her hair off. While she looks down in shock, I run over to the boy and stand at the ready with a blade in hand. "Who are you?" I demand. "I'm Sophie and you just cut off an inch and a half of my hair! Now I'm gonna need a new hairstyle to balance this out! I'll get you for this but first my hair. We'll meet again I assure you!" screams Sophie. I give a puny wave as she disappears into the forest behind. I look down at the boy and ask his name. "W-Well I'm Joe. Nice to meet you. Thanks for saving my life dude. If you need any help just let me know. I created this ditch, you know, with one of my ultra bombs." he says opening his coat. I peer inside. Assorted into neat rows were all kinds of bombs and grenades. "Yep, I'm a specialist," he announces proudly. "Awesome man! You might be helpful in my cause," I say while helping him up. As we walk across the campus, I tell him about what I am, a ninja. He gives a swift nod then makes a little sign. Nobody else would've noticed it, but ninjas could. I gasp in surprise. "You too?!" I ask incredulously. He nods and we talk about the ninja association for the rest of the way back.
We reach Club N (Club Ninja) and Joe knocks on the door. A panel slits open and the doorman says,"Twelve," and gives the little sign again. Joe makes the sign back and says,"Six," and he goes in. Next is my turn and the doorman says,"Six," and also makes the sign. I make the sign back and say,"Three." I walk in and throw my heavy pack in an empty corner. Then I inspect the clubroom. The room was way bigger than it looked liked from outside. I grin and mutter,"Probably the work of Otto." There was an upper loft and a lower lab in the basement. In one corner of the middle floor was a whole network of computers and laptops. In the middle was a group of beanbag chairs arranged around a circle in the ground with an elaborate N carved into it. Behind me was a door marked "Beware! Dangerous Sharp Things!" Ignoring the sign I open the door knowing that the sign was for beginners or visitors. A recording of an animal roaring played to disguise that the room was a weapon storage room. I walk in and inspect my weapons. All my blades and ninja stars were there. There was also my favorite weapon. My nun chucks. They were made of heavy gold and had an engraving in it. In a time of danger, I could press it and help would come. Another quick glance revealed a person I didn't realize was there before.