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<title>NIMH Static Test</title>
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body {
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font-family: Garamond, serif;
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<h1>Ninjas In My Head</h1>
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<h4>By: Roy Dumblauskas</h4>
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<h3>Chapter 1</h3>
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I knew I messed up the moment I opened my eyes; The ninjas are here. One on the telephone wire, another riding a
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motorcycle, and the final one making more noise than he should from the roof of the bus. I glance around. Easy
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targets galore. These kids won't know what hit them. I sink further into my seat, scanning around me one more time
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just to be sure no one is looking before slipping on my hood. It's cool, understated even. The cowl dips just low
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enough to hide the top half of my face, leaving only my mouth and chin exposed. The corner of my lips rise into a
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smirk; It's game time.
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Before anyone notices, I slip out the window. I move quick. The element of surprise is my greatest advantage here.
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My first strike is decisive. A katana flies from my hands. It threads the needle through the spokes of the
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motorcycle's front wheel. In the next instant, the rider is catapulted forward over the handlebars. Even as my feet
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land on the roof of the car next to the bus, I'm making my next move. A ball of electricity gathers in my hands
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before shooting in a lightning bolt like arc towards the first ninja on the wires. His inhuman pace may allow him to
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match the bus, but it's useless before my magic. Like a cartoon bird on a wire, his skeleton lights up from the
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inside, and he starts to fall. Unfortunately for me, the last ninja now has time to react. He has the high ground,
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but it doesn't matter. He leaps into a front flip, his sai extending in my direction. Deadly tools in the right
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hands, and unluckily for him, they won't be in his much longer. As his right hand passes by I duck to the side while
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grabbing his wrist. Then I extend my right hand to his chest and move my left foot in a semicircle, transferring his
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moment through me while turning him around. His back slams into the roof of the car, and as it does, I collapse my
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right elbow with all the momentum of the leap, striking my forearm into his throat. The impact releases his grip on
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the weapon, and my left hand releases his wrist to catch it as it falls. I continue its motion, driving the sai down
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towards his stomach, and as it goes towards his heart, he, just like the motorcycle and two ninjas before, burst
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into a cloud of black smoke.
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A frown is visible beneath my cowl as I stand up on the roof of the car. Sai in hand, I quickly jump back into the
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bus, and remove my cowl.
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The ninjas have been getting more and more audacious lately. Three operatives to take out a group of kids is
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overkill, and they shouldn't know that I'm here; I've remained perfectly undercover. I suppose all the missing
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ninjas have alerted them to something going wrong. I'll need to be even more careful not to let on go in the future.
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These shadowy creatures work for purposes beyond my understanding. The only thing I can do is get stronger and
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continue protecting the school bus from their advances.
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As I'm pondering this dilemma, the bus has arrived at the school. I look up and groan. It's going to be another long
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day ahead.
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"Oi, Jamie, come on!" Shouts a young kid with brown hair and browner eyes. Spencer.
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I roll my eyes, "I'm comin' man, just wait a sec." Spencer is a good kid. He's not the brightest, but he's nice, and
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I like that. Also he talks to me, which gets him bonus points. "Also, I told you I want to go by 'Jameson' now. It's
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my real name anyway."
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"ehhhhhh, isn't that a bit too long? I like Jamie!"
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I roll my eyes, "Ugh, fine. You're so difficult."
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"Why do you keep rolling your eyes so much?"
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I roll my...
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I blush, "None of your business! It's just something more mature people do!" At least I see my parents do it a lot.
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I don't expect Spencer to understand the nuances of a hero like me. If I could tell him about the ninjas he'd be so
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jealous.
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"Hey, Spencer, did you know I've beat up a ninja before?"
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"Uhmmmm, duh. Hasn't everybody? They're always, like, the weakest ones in video games."
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I'm aghast. Ninjas? Weak? He must be taught before he gets hurt.
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While we're talking, Spencer and I make it just in time for class.
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"I don't know Jamie" insists Spencer as we walk through the door, "Ninjas don't even have magic. How can they match
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up against a mage?"
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I open my mouth to refute, but Mrs. Kristal interrupts, "Jamie, Spencer. Sit down. We're about to start. You can
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have your discussion after class."
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I want to talk back, but my mom would probably get mad at me if she heard about it, so I hold my tongue. Spencer
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isn't so smart, "But Mrs. Kristal, Jamie thinks that ninjas are strong, when they're not even."
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I blush hard, but Mrs. Kristal just chuckles, "Well aren't they? They can be very sneaky, which is a strength too.
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Be careful or they might just sneak up on you!"
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Spencer's head droops as he contemplates, "Sure, I guess they are!" Then he turns to me and says, "Jamie, why didn't
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you mention that?"
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WHAT? Of course they're sneaky. That's their whole thing. Why would I even need to mention that?!
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"Now now, save it for later. Sit down." As I walk past Mrs. Kristal's desk, she speaks up again, "Jamie, what's that
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in your bag?"
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"What," I say, confused. I loop my bag around to the front to get a better look, and I'm horrified. Poking out the
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top of my bag is the sai, undissolved even after I took care of the ninjas on the bus ride this morning.
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