The Ninja

• Derrick Chng, Grade 2
• Short Story
• 2013

Today I went to school.

But then I saw a black flash. It looked like it had a mask and some shurikens! I was starting to suspect with a chill down my back that it might be a ninja at school.

I told my friends that there was a ninja but all they did was laugh at me. But then I saw it again. That was when I saw his face.

Now it was class time. But when I went into my classroom, we had a new teacher but he looked familiar. Then I saw a shuriken in his pocket and shouted “OUR NEW TEACHER IS A NINJA!”

But when the ninja heard it, he quickly shoved the shuriken into his desk. He said, “This boy over here is making up stories, right kids?”

I asked them to check his pocket. So they did. There was nothing in his pocket.

“But I saw a shuriken. Seriously!”

“Your eyes must be very bad.”

At that moment, the bell rang for playtime. Before I could go outside, the ninja grabbed me and said, “Can I keep you for five minutes?”

I had to say yes. Then he whispered, “Don’t tell anyone I am a ninja or I will injure you.”

Then I thought, “How could I possibly fight a ninja? What could I do?”

Then I remembered I saw a band-aid on his arm. I thought for a moment and I remembered when I was a reading a book, and the boy shot the villain in his weak spot. That was it! If I hit him where the band-aid spot was, I could injure him. But I didn’t have a shuriken. Then I came up with an idea. At school, I had a pair of scissors. I could use that!

The next day, when I got to school, I took my scissors and waited for the ninja.

When he got in, I acted normally but when his arms flopped down, I secretly aimed for his arm and shot. My scissors flew towards his arm and went straight into the band-aid.

He yelped in pain but did not fall over. I muttered to myself, “So that isn’t his weak spot after all.” He looked angrily at us all, then went back to teaching.

At playtime, I saw him checking his other arm. It got me thinking, “If the band-aid isn’t his weak spot, then isn’t that his weak spot? Let me try.”

When I got inside the classroom, I asked one of my friends to lend me their scissors. When the ninja’s arm dropped, I shot again and it landed perfectly. He waved his arms in the air and dropped. I quickly went to his desk, took out the shuriken, waved it around and told everybody, “Our new teacher is a NINJA!”

Everyone nodded their heads, “Boo Ninja! Boo Ninja!”

Someone called “000”. Soon, the police was in our class and took the ninja away.

THE END.