Ninja Test

Last week, my eleven-year-old wrote the following story for Natalie Whipple's contest. She procrastinated a bit and almost didn't finish it in time to enter; we e-mailed her story one minute before the deadline. There are still a few little mistakes in in, but I thought she did a great job.

Ninja Test

By

Robyn Foster

Amanda scanned the forest with her scarlet eyes once more. “He isn't here,” she thought. “He must be on the lenticular bridge.” She slid, as swiftly and silently as a snake toward the bridge. She looked on the bridge. Yes! There he was, looking into the water. Amanda quickly drew her katana. She prepared her assault. Suddenly his blue eyes widened. Then Amanda realized her hood had come off. “Oh, well.” and she pounced.

Her katana clashed with his broad sword. She dodged his next swing and directed the katana at his shoulder – and lost her sword to the next clash.

He dropped his broadsword and looked at Amanda in disbelief. “I thought you had given up on that ages ago,” he said, breathing heavily.

Amanda shrugged. “You know our best attack skill, Master. Surprise.”

Amanda's trainer smiled at her. “Remind me to tighten your hood before your mission tonight.”

Amanda silently cursed herself. She was the only albino in these parts, and her long white hair was a pain. But it didn't matter. Her victim was Barry the Kid, a criminal who never studied anything. Including sociolinguistics.

Amanda crouched behind some crates. Then she heard a voice say: “I knew someone would be up here. Prepare to be defenestrated.” Amanda turned around. “You're going to throw me out the window?”

“No, I'm going to club you.”

“That's fustigating.”

Barry looked puzzled. Before he knew it, Amanda had bound and gagged him.

“Man, blonds are stupid.” Then she remembered her trainer was blond. Oops. She smiled. She had completed her first mission. She was a ninja.