[bamthedoc]

I looked forward to the last class of the day. Dan and Christy join Marie and myself in our literature class. We oft have interesting assignments in the class. And this long weekend is no different. Our teacher decided to give us a three-page writting assignment. We're supposed to write an original short-story. Should be interesting... But I have no ideas...

Marie: Taslon? Taslon?!
Taslon: Yes?!
Marie: Were you listening to a word we were saying?
Dan: Oh, you know Taslon. He'll slip into his own world everyonce in a while.
Christy: Um? Uh...
Marie: *patting Christy on the back -- heartily* Come on! Speak your mind!

Quite a personality clash there that seems to work. Marie tends to be brash and outgoing, but Christy is very shy... and mild. She wears glasses, true, but Dan does as well. Christy has a very hazel-colored, curly hair-type. Dan has an odd hazel-black color, short and straight hair-type. They're both about average build, a bit smaller than John and April.

Christy: I think I'll write something rythmic.

She kind of trails off and quites at the end there, but that's to be expected. Marie brightens up almost immediately, excited to learn what Christy will write, but she's not finished yet.

Marie: Dan said he's going to write about...what is her name agian?
Dan: Her name if Firestor! Why can't you remember it?
Marie: Can I help it if the story doesn't make much sense. How does a princess end up as a police officer?
Dan: You'll just have to read the story.
Marie: Come on!
Dan: Save me, Taslon!
Taslon: How?
Marie: Oh! What will you write about?!
Taslon: I don't know.

Luckily, I'm saved by the last "inspirational" words from our teacher. He says a few things about not copying ideas from our comic books or TV shows. A few quite giggles confirm it may be necessary to prove he means it. The bell rings a mear five seconds after he is done lecturing us, and we all take off. Dan, Christy, John, and April all take off in their own rides, and my mom picks Marie and I up to take us to our practice at the dojo.

I don't really like the land were the dojo is. It is completely desolate; the land unable to support plant-life anymore. There is one tree at the center of the dojo, to represent the triumph of life over desperate situations. It is the first sign of replenishment that this large, ten-acre estate has seen for more than two-thousand years.

A few hours pass, and Mrs. Zagrobe arrives at the end of the dojo lesson session. As Taslon and Marie walk out, she can tell that they are talking to eachother. She smiles as she remembers all the events that have occured since even before he was born.

Mrs. Zagrobe: Why? Why does it have to be so close?

Taslon and Marie get in the back. They put thier stuff down and continue to talk. It's nothing but small talk about the days events, school's lessons, and dojo practice. Taslon has been appointed to represent the dojo in the Pennsylvanian Martial Arts' Convention held once a year. Marie has been chosen to represent the female division.

I'm just an average boy, right? That's what I thought. My mom got me into martial arts for a reason, and she didn't much like it. I had no idea... But you can bet I was about to find out. What's going to happen? Allow my story to unfold a bit longer. This is just the Friday at the beginning of the long weekend.