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Chapter 3: "The New White Tiger"

Here we are in beautiful China, more specifically White Tiger Hills, Ray's hometown. This is the little town that he and his family live. Let's check on them, shall we?

Usually at this time in the morning, we can find Mariah, Ray's wife, waking up their daughter, Jenna. As we go into her room, we find her still asleep on sheets made of China's finest silk, some pink, some black, all the color of her hair. Her hair was black highlighted with streaks of pink, a hair color she had inherited from her mother. Her eyes were a bright yellow and could slit just like a cat's when she was angry, and that rarely ever happened. In the distance, using her wonderful hearing, she heard one of her uncle's roosters crow. Now was the time to get up. If she hurried, she would be in time for a late breakfast.

"Uh!" she stood up to stretch, and as she did so, she looked into the mirror and found that she grown at least half an inch in height. She was 14 (Nov. 22, 2011) and was already tall for a teenager. As she brushed her hair, she put her laceless shoes on. These were black. All her garments were either part or all silk. When she was done brushing her hair, she tied it back with pink silk bandana. When she was done, she looked into the mirror again.

"Well, it's not my best, but I guess it will have to do," she grab her bag from the door, and went to the kitchen, where she found her mother and father talking to one their old friends, Kevin.

"So I guess he has a score to settle with Tyson," Kevin was saying.
"Well Tyson doesn't blade anymore, so I don't know how Lee is going to get him back," that was her dad. "Unless of course he is saying that we should send Je-Oh hello, Jenna." He had just spotted her. The other adults turned to look at her.

"Continue what you were saying, Daddy. Don't pay me any attention," she didn't mean it to be mean, she just wanted to know what they were going to say.

"Well, actually Kevin was just leaving," Mariah gave her friend a look.

"What-oh, okay, yeah, I was just leaving. Say hi to everyone for me, Ray," then he left out the back door.

"Well, now that he's gone, we can leave, too," her mother looked away from the door. "Have you got everything?"

"Yes, Mama," she showed her the bag she had in her hand.

"Okay. Ray, did you call a taxi?"

"Yes, ma'am," he grabbed their bags, and left the house.

"After you," Jenna said to her ma.

"Thank you," and she left. "Don't forget to lock the door."

"Yes, ma'am," doing so, she left, too.

"You guys have a good trip, okay?" that was her Uncle Lee. "And no competing against the other chefs in Orlando. You don't want to hurt them, Ray." He made this comment because her father happened to be the best chef in China, although Jenna thought he should be the best in the world.

"I'll try not to. Taxi's here." A yellow car with the word "taxi" pulled up to the yard. "Say bye to the misses for me."

"Got ya. Bye Mariah," he turned to his little sister. "You might want to keep Ray out of trouble."

"Ray doesn't usually get into trouble unless he has business being there. You worry about things here. We'll be fine." Her brother's fear of flying was rational, but he needn't be worrying about them every second.

"Okay. Bye, Jenna. Be safe," he said to her.

"I will be. Thanks, Uncle Lee!"

"Anytime."

They got in, Jenna in the middle, and they closed the doors. As they left the yard, she saw her uncle waving to them, and she waved back. When they passed the marker that said they were leaving the village, he had disappeared from sight.