Basically this is a diary of a beyblader, which one, well you'll see so don't panic...seriously don't it's getting freaky.
Disclaimer: I don't own beyblade. If I did I would be a very happy and filthy rich girl.
You are probably wondering why I'm writing in a diary, quite simple really, if I voice my opinions I get growled at or told to shut up and books don't do that. But if they did I would be really worried, oh well. Never the less I'm bored. Not surprising considering the fact I've been sitting on a plane for about two hours. I think my ass has gone numb. I would start complaining but my 'friends' would either glare or growl at me ...and both are not what I need right know. I would write more but the food has arrived. Thank god, I'm hungry.
Well that was disgusting. The man in front was just sick in one of those doggy bags and the smell makes me gag. Not surprising with the "food" they gave us. God, we were given better stuff in the hellhole back in Russia, oh well, life sucks.
We are landing and it's about time. I asked why we are going to Japan but the only answer I got was "because we lost know shut the hell up", charming I now but thats the way we talk to each other on this team. My ears are killing me and Tala says thats because of air pressure and that if I hadn't had crunched the sweet I was given I would not be having this problem, well thank you for telling me afterwards oh wonderful and all knowing captain. Asshole.
I can't hear propaly know. Everytime I swallow they go funny. Spence bought me drink and I think they are better know. I nearly got dragged away on the stupid mother fucking' conveyor belt thingie. Thankfully Tala grabbed me and said I was an idiot while Spence and Bry got the rest of the luggage. It's nice and sunny outside the airport and I'm sweating like mad. If I had known it would be boiling I would have worn a t-shirt but no I had to go for a jumper didn't I. After nearly fifteen minutes of annoying my team mates to the extreme (I was very bored and this is a good source of amusement) a big black car finally turned up to take us to the hotel.
Well, my life officially sucks. After we left the airport we were taken to the hotel. When we dropped of our stuff we were taken to see Mr.Dickinson's office building thingie. We have to go to a camp in AMERICA with the other teams to learn co-operative team work. Dickinson is an idiot. They think that we will co-operate with those goodie two shoes then they need to have their heads checked. When they told us it was quite funny to see the reactions on the others faces. Bryan looked like he was gonna go mental, Tala was stuttering from shock and Spencer was gawking. Tala did eventually stop and told Dickinson to piss off but in a more polite way but Dickinson said we are in the care of the BBA and we had to do what they wanted us to do until we are old enough to look after our selves. Like I said life sucks.
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O.k. I hope you liked that. Kinda short yes but then again so is Ian...and I couldn't think of what else I could put. I'm not sure if i should make the rest of the story in Ian's p.o.v or other bladers p.o.v. Not all of this will be in a diary just some of it. Please review (if you can be bothered).
I also would like to say sorry for my terrible spelling. Word pad hasn't got spell checker and I can't find anything else that has, so a lot of my work might have spelling mistakes.