Hi! Here's my first actual Fanfiction for Ninjago, I've written more from Transformers, so I am an experienced writer, and I have also watched everything in Ninjago. So I mostly do know what I'm doing. The other fic I wrote for this site was just a series of funny oneshots and whatnot, you should all check it out!

Full Summary: Lloyd knew Highschool wasn't supposed to be easy. He walked in the front doors expecting his life to drastically go downhill. But life decided to be kind, and now he's very confused with what he's supposed to do now that it's good. Struggling with emotions, and freshman year, Lloyd get's something he never had before, friends.

Cole and Jay have been best friends for years, they're excited to be attending school together as Sophomores. But when an orphan boy ends up in their classes, everything suddenly gets a lot harder. The new kid is scared, angry, and in need of a friend, but there are darker things to his past as well.

Morro is new to school. There's nothing worse than being the new kid. Unless you're the new kid that's an orphan and you hate the whole world. The blonde kid had everything, two parents, a warm house to return to, and Morro is jealous. Two kids are attempting to befriend him, and no matter how hard he tries to shut them out, they're changing his mind, and maybe his heart.

Zane is stuck, he's always been the peace maker of the group but this is just too much. Everyone comes and tells their problems to him when he has so many of his own to think about. He listens and listens, and no one ever wants to hear him talk about himself. But he's supposed to be the good friend. Hopefully he still will be by the time the year is over.

Chapter one: First day of school…flipping fantastic…

Lloyd's POV:

I stared up at the front doors. They were black, and frightening. I tried to move towards them to enter, but my feet didn't seem to agree with my brain.

Maybe I'll just stay here for a few more minutes. I thought, and swallowed nervously again. I watched quietly as other kids streamed through the doors, talking and laughing without a care in the whole world. Actually enjoying today.

I wasn't. I hated today. Today was 99 percent guaranteed to be miserable and lonely. Today was day one, the day where I would learn how much worse this school was that I thought. And I already thought it was pretty bad.

But no matter, I would be gone again by the end of the year again anyways. Every year my mother moved me to a new school, because every year people somehow found out who my dad was. Garmadon.

Yes, I'm the son of the devil. You should all now instantly hate me. But don't even feel bad for a second. I'm entirely used to it. This school would be no different. I began wondering why I was hesitating, maybe it was because no matter how many times I convinced myself it didn't hurt anymore, it really actually did. Every time I thought I got over it, it comes back to haunt me.

The names, the tricks, the taunts, the fights. The many many fights.

Yes, this school would be no different. I shouldn't be hesitating. I told myself this as I uprooted myself from the tree I was under, and took my first step towards the door. The second I did people began curiously glancing my way. Judging, assuming and wondering. Was it really I? The evil son of the evil Dark Lord? No, no it was the extremely socially awkward son of a guy too narcissist for his own good. That's all.

I climbed the steps and made my way into the overcrowded hallways. More glances my way. I ignored them. Or at least I pretended to. My locker was on the second floor, a ways away from the front doors.

(One awkward walk later)

My locker was lined next to a few others. It was a smaller row. I allowed a small smile of relief to flash across my face. But I knew no one would have seen it, it was too quick, too hidden. I opened my locker after a couple tries(they're stubborn boxes of metal) and emptied most of my stuff inside.

A quick tap on my shoulder drew me from my dull first day thought. I turned slowly, my heart rather rushed.

"Hi, I'm Nya, are you Lloyd?" A girl with short straight black hair stood before me with a hand out. She looked nervous, but attempting to make it look more like apprehensive friendly.

"Uh…yeah, that's me." I answered in a quiet voice.

"I'm Nya. Or, I already said that, um…well here's your schedule. You forgot to pick it up and the staff said your locker was next to mine sooo. Here." She finished quickly holding out a piece of paper.

"Oh. Yeah thanks. I didn't even know we needed to get these." I said taking the paper. I wondered what I would have done had she not returned this.

"Well, it was nice to meet you Lloyd." She said, before turning and opening her locker and emptying her stuff also.

"See you around." I answered, allowing a quick smile before turning down the hall my schedule now in hand. I heard her walk away behind me.

What the heck just happened. I thought instantly, my brow furrowing as I tried to piece together in my mind the conversation that just took place. My heart kept telling me it was just a figment of my imagination. But my brain told it that was ridicules. I had actually just talked to someone. And a girl no less. I felt mildly proud of myself. I never expected anything, so I wouldn't be disappointed, but because of that I was also finding myself rather surprised.

I told myself not to get any hopes up. To just tell myself that it was lucky, and she didn't yet know my identity. But my brain and heart never ever agree ever. My heart was hopeful, even if it was dangerous to be hopeful. I knew hopeful could get you hurt, but my heart has a mind of it's own and I knew I couldn't stop it.

I decided, just because today was going to be bad, I would let my heart have its fun with hope. Surprisingly, my day seemed lighter. Even if everything might crash and burn, I might talk to Nya tomorrow, or at least I had hope I would.

Morro's POV:

I stared at the black doors angrily. I knew I would have to go inside eventually. It was part of the agreement, I go here, or I go to foster. There was no way in hell I was going to foster. I flicked dark strands of hair from my face and stalked towards the door. I felt people looking, but there gazes averted when I leveled my glare at them.

I looked upwards a sign hung on the door. 'WELCOME TO NINJAGO HIGH, GO NINJA'S GO!' I stared with mild disgust at the sign, covered in messy paint and glitter glue. I briefly wondered whose moronic idea it was to have Ninja's be our mascot, or if someone did it as a joke.

I stormed inside, shoving past people and earning dirty looks. But my mind payed no attention towards the matter. I walked to the front office and stopped in front of the lady sitting there.

"Hi may I help you?" She said with a thick smile, revealing large white pearls in her mouth. I almost felt self conscious about my own chipped teeth, but quickly realized I didn't walk around with smile like that plastered all over my face.

"You have a schedule?" I asked, almost in a bored manner.

"I sure do, what's your last name honey." She asked with another spotlight smile.

"Um…" I didn't have an answer for this.

"Morro." I said finally, hoping it was under my first name alone. She looked through her file.

"Ah-ha, here it is. Have a splendid day sweetie." She said, giving yet another smile. I returned none of her smiles. They were fake anyways. I also internally grimaced at the nicknames that came spilling out of her mouth.

I glanced at my schedule. Roomates. I thought, annoyance suddenly flaring in my head. The last thing I wanted to do was have to actually get to know someone and spend a year in the same room as them.

I looked at the name written there. Zane Julien. I sighed and my eyes flicked in annoyance. Hopefully he wasn't talkative.

I made my through the crowded halls, most people stepping out of my when they I wasn't going to move. Only really tall people, like football jocks, slammed into me roughly. I just kept walking though. I was smaller than them by a lot. I was smaller than a lot of people due to my lack of food. But I wasn't weak, I got plenty exercise running from wild animals in the streets all the time. Or something other things.

I found my dorm room and used the written combination to enter. The room was really cold. I glanced around, a few things were lying around, like a white hoodie and a baseball cap. Zane Julien was already here.

"Greetings." Said a voice suddenly from behind me. I jumped and took a wild swing. It made contact with something but stopped. I looked up, the guy had caught my wild fist. He had striking ice blue eyes and white hair that stuck up everywhere evenly. My eyes lingered for a second on his hair, but I wasn't going to judge. My hair was shoulder length, greasy black, except for a strand of green that I have no knowledge of ever getting.

"No need for alarm, I sometimes forget how quiet I am." He said. It was a self compliment, but he said it like an ordinary fact, so it didn't seem conceited.

"I'm Zane Julien, you must be Morro. Pleased to meet you." He said, suddenly taking the fist he caught and shook it. His voice was odd also, it didn't sound like a teenagers, well it sounded young, just…mature. Which was odd.

"Yeah." I answered quietly with a shrug. Pretending like his oddness didn't bother me. He didn't seem annoying which was good. Just odd, but I could deal with odd.

"May we enter." He asked gesturing towards the room. I nodded and moved from the doorway.

"I was thinking I would sleep on the couch, if you would like the bed." He said as a kind gesture. It didn't faze my stony features but I was put at ease with this strange character. He was trying.

"Waste. I prefer the floor." I answered shortly, before turning away and setting my things down.

I felt Zane's gaze in my back, but only for a second. He wasn't trying to stare at me.

"Hey Julien?" I asked suddenly, tending to use people's last names to get their attention. He looked up.

"Why is it so cold in here?" I asked him.

"My apologies, I tend to like it colder than most people. I can turn the thermostat upwards if it would please you." He answered.

"Please do." I answered, and began unpacking my things. Maybe today wouldn't be horrible. But I wasn't going to start hoping, hoping was dangerous. Hoping was what always got me hurt.

Today wasn't good. But it was less horrible.

Yeah! I got the first chapter done! Tell me what you guys think. Thoughts? Predictions? Suggestions? Hoping for some reviews, the more reviews the faster I update. It sounds pretty but, but it is true.

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