Don't Walk Away
By: RoseOfSharon28
Summary-
She never wanted to blade but she is unfortunately blessed with the talent. But there is another talent that keeps her going. When things go down she changes and is almost ready to give up. Can her brother and new friends help her through?
Disclaimer-
I Do not own beyblade. Never will. Also I don't own the song "Reach" by Caleigh Peters.
Authors Note-
Okay. I don't know when I'll get to updating this. But please hang with me on it. Even if it does take forever to finish. Well First I'll start off with If you ever have any ideas send them in a review or e-mail them to me at . But I feel like I need to put something up lol. Well Also, I have a story called "The dark heart of a shooting Star" coming out as soon as more of my chapters are done being edited by my beta reader and I'm working on "Effects of a Storm" and then this one and also a Sequel for What are friends for called "Hearts of Fire". Just keep an eye out.Oh and I'm kinda trying out a different writting style. Tell me what you think. Please read and review! Keeps me going. More reviews I have the more I'll try to update!
Chapter 1
(Kiska's POV)
Whatever you do
You'll never be wrong
When you reach for it...
The director clapped loudly and came and patted me on the back. I put the microphone back on the stand and stood waiting for her comment.
"I think you are great for the part! But there will be call backs on Thursday." She said with a big smile and handed me a piece of paper with all the information on it.
"Thanks. I'll try see what I can do." I said putting the paper in my pocket. I then slipped my hands into my pocket and walked out of the building. I looked down the rode and saw my bus drive away. 'Absolutely great.' I thought sarcastically watching the bus get smaller and smaller as it got farther away. I decided that I could get home quicker if I walked then if I sat and waited for the next bus. So I started walking down the rode. I glanced up into the sky and frowned. It was all gray and stormy looking. 'Please just wait until I get home to pour.' Right when I was down with that thought it started rain. "Can this get any worse?" I asked myself rather then anyone who may be near by.
About 45 minutes later arrived at my house. All the lights were off so I figured that everyone was still gone. I opened the door and walked in closing the door behind me. I shievered from the cold and went upstairs to my room and grabbed some dry clothes. I quickly changed into a white t-shirt and jeans. I brushed my hair and put it up in a messy bun. I then took out the now soaking wet paper from the audition earlier and laid it on the counter. I took my blow dryer and started trying to get it dry. Then I heard a car pull up into the drive way. I was my parents and my brother. I turned the blow dryer off and closed my door.
For the last year I think my family has been falling apart. Ever since the incident I was involved with a year ago among other things. My little brother always tries to be with me and talk but I usually just blow him off because I'm never in the mood to chat. My parents seem to not trust me with anything. And to add with that I can feel the pressure of the financial problems that have been going on. But I just gotta keep trying to get to my goal. A goal that no one seems to support me with except for my best friend, Nika.
She is as she says my 'personal shrink'. She listens to everything I say and I think even finds amusment in it. She has long shiny black hair and the tips are dyed purple. She usually wears jean capris with a pink blouse and a light blue jean jacket. She sometimes settles to hang with the popular girls who actually think that they are superior to other people like me but she always stands up for me when I'm having a confrontation with them. I'm surprised they haven't ditched her yet.
My brother Adrian is a year younger then me and is always trying to also be a shrink. I wonder why they find my life so amusing? I bet any second now Adrian is gonna knock on my door for something. Anyways. He is the one that my dad thinks is almost like a perfect angel. He never gets in trouble, he's a straight A student and is carrying on what my dad wants him to do and is good at it. The game? Beyblade.
I, unfortunatly is blessed or rather cursed with the beyblading talent. My dad wants me to go far in the beyblading industry or something but truth is, I don't like it. I mean its a top! My goal in life. To be a famous Singer. But I never get the chance to show what I can really do. So what do I do? I put on a fake smile and pretend that I love blading. I go out defeat opponants and then keep going. But I always ask myself...How much longer can I keep this up? How much longer before I erupt from keeping everything inside.
I heard a knock at the door. 'Adrian...' I thought looking at the door. And walked over and opened it though I have rather kept it closed. "May I help you?" I asked looking at him in the eye.
"Mad at me already? All I did was knock! Wanna talk?" He asked with a goofy grin.
'Oh shocker! I didn't see that one coming!' I thought. "Ok. How about we talk about you going somewhere else and me staying in here in peace?" I asked.
"Fine. Hey...Heads up. Dad is gonna wanna talk to you in a bit." Adrian said before walking off.
'Wow I got rid of him in a couple seconds flat! That's a new record.' I thought smirking. 'But dad is gonna talk to me about something? What could it possibly be?' I asked myself.
Sure enough a couple seconds later I heard him call me.
"Coming!" I answered. 'Please don't let it be a bad thing!' I pleaded with myself hoping for the best.