I thought of this story while reading another fanfiction. I love Zane from ninjago and I love Matilda. I just couldn't help but combine the two. I got this idea from reading Donatello. A Matilda and TMNT crossover. Great story. Anyway, Hope y'all enjoy.

Everyone is born but not everyone is born the same. Some will grow up to be butchers, or bakers, or candle stick makers. Some will only be really good at making Jell-O salad. One way or another though, every human being is unique; for better or for worse. Most parents believe their children are the most beautiful creations on the planet. Some take a less emotional approach. One such family was dumped with a foster kid in exchange for a few thousand bucks. Though they despised the child, the took him in due to their greed.

Henry and Zinnia Wormwood lived a nice neighborhood, in a nice house, and drove a nice car, but they were not very nice people. They also had a son, Michael. The Wormwoods were so wrapped up in their own lives, that they barely noticed they had another son. Had they paid any attention to him at all, they would have realized he was a rather extraordinary. His name was Zane.

"Zane! Now look what you've done! You're supposed to eat your spinach, not play in it!" Zinnia whined as she picked up the baby and wiped his work off of the counter top. Had she looked before she wiped, she'd have found that her new son had spelled his entire name. She placed the baby in the kitchen sink, turned on the faucet and left the baby while complaining. "Babies, ha! You're better off raising tomatoes!" The baby boy looked at the faucet as it filled half of the sink that was empty and frowned. That wasn't going to clean him up anytime close.

By the time, Zane was two, he learned what most people learn in their early thirties; how to take care of himself. As time went on, he had developed a sense of style. He wore a set of light blue jeans. A white shirt with an ice dragon on it and a necklace with a falcon on it. He didn't know why but he loved that necklace more than anything. He just knew that it was important.

Every morning, Zane's older brother Michael went to school. His father went to work selling used cars for unfair prices, and his mother went off into town to play bingo. "Soup's on the stove. Heat it up if you get hungry." Zane was alone, and that was how he liked it. Once everyone was gone he grabbed the pot with soup in it and threw the can away. He then proceeded to crack some eggs and followed a recipe book that he found in the house. He made himself a set of chocolate chip pancakes, and because he felt like it, he put some flowers into a small vase to make it seem classy while he ate. He had also taught himself to read when he was only about two years old.

By the time, he was four years old, Zane had read every piece of literature in the house. One night, he got up the courage to ask his father for something he desperately wanted.

"A book! What do you want a book for?" Harry asked undignified as the rest of the family was watching a show while eating dinner, which was a usual thing for the Wormwood family.

Zane looked up at his father with pleading eyes. "To read."

"To read? Why would you want to read when you've got the television set sitting in front of you? There's nothing you can't get from a book that you can't get from a television faster. At this point, Michael had grown tired of his younger brother being in the way of the set and pulled him away by his snowflake pajamas. "Get out of the way!"

Zane already knew that he was different from his family. He saw that whatever he needed in this world, he'd have to get it himself. The next morning, Zane looked through the phone book for the library's address and left soon after his parents did. He was on a mission for a book. So, by himself, he walked ten blocks to get to the public library and he bravely walked in. He was determined to learn something new.

"Excuse me." He asked the librarian when he walked up to her desk. She looked down and saw the platinum blonde child. "Where are the children's books?"

"They're in that room. Would you like me to pick one with lots of picture?"

"No, thank you ma'am. I can manage." From that day on, every day, Zane walked ten blocks to the library. He devoured one book after another. Zane started to laugh at a book he was reading. Mrs. Phelps was watching him with fascination each and every day. One day Zane finished all of the children's books, he then started to search for others. Later Mrs. Phelps offered him with some information. Before he left Mrs. Phelps told him, "You can have your own library card, and take books home. You can take as many books as you like."

"That would be wonderful." So, Zane's mind continued to grow, nurtured by the authors who had sent their books out into the world, like ships onto the sea.

What do y'all think? Please let me know. I am already working on other stories and I am busy with school so updates are hard to say. Anyway, see y'all next time.