The first chapter seemed really crappy to me, so I decided to change it a little. Hopefully, it's better than before.

Disclaimer: I would own Beyblade if I had been born as the genius, Takao Aoki, but I've just been born as lil' ol' me so, yeah, I don't own Beyblade.

Small mistakes can change everything

By Silver-stone Dragon

Chapter 1

"Spencer said what?!" Tala's disbelieving voice echoed through the training room of the Blitzkrieg Boys. He and Kai were staring at Bryan in utter shock, well as much shock as it was possible for the stoic teens to show.

"He and Ian won't be returning," Bryan repeated, a frown creasing his forehead.

"Did he give a reason?" Tala asked.

Bryan shook his head, "Just said he had some stuff to do."

"And that made them leave the team," Tala said bitterly, running a hand through his hair. He didn't want to admit it but the news had upset him greatly. They'd been blading together since they were kids and now…

Silence fell, which was interrupted when Kai suddenly said, "You know don't you that this means we'll need to recruit a new blader for our team."

Tala arched an eye-brow, "No we won't."

"Yeah, I'm sure the three of us are enough to trash the competition," Bryan said confidently.

Kai threw Bryan a slightly irritated look, as though telling him to stop being so vain-glorious.

"The BBA's changed some of its rules," he said bluntly, "for the next World Championships, every team has got to have at least 4 bladers on each team."

Tala swore under his breath, as Bryan burst out angrily, "That is the most idiotic rule I have ever heard! Why was it introduced?"

"Seeing as how I don't make the rules around here, I can hardly be expected to know the reason can I?" the blue-haired blader replied coolly, "but it does create a problem for us. The only positive point is that the Championships are still several months away so we'll still have tine to adjust with someone new."

"Well, isn't that generous of them, giving us a few months' notice." Tala said sarcastically, "Where the hell are we supposed to recruit a new blader from?!"

"How about we ask Mr. Dickenson for help," Bryan suggested.

Tala shrugged and looked at Kai who nodded.

"Fine, but if I ever get my hands on those two, I'll tear their innards out," Tala growled.

With that the trio walked out of their training room and towards Mr. D's office.

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Haylin sighed despondently as she walked home from school. Life was an utter mess: she was bullied around by other people all the time, her grades in school were slipping despite all her efforts to give them a boost, and the environment at home wasn't exactly perfect. I mean, who likes hearing their parents argue all the time.

Right now, her parents and grades were uppermost in her mind, "Heck, if they would just stop fighting over small stuff!" she thought irritably, "And what am I supposed to do about school?! I can't understand half of what we do in class these days. I should pay more attention. Yeah sure! That should be no problem at all with everything else that's on my mind!"

Not really wanting to go home, she changed her course and sauntered off to a secluded place in a nearby park.

"I could go over to Umeka's place," she thought tugging at a strand of hair like she always did when agitated, "we could study together, or I could tell her what's upsetting me if nothing else."

She was jolted out of her thoughts when her cell-phone suddenly started ringing. Seeing Mr. Dickenson's name flashing on the screen she cheered up slightly. Her late grandfather's close friend, who was more of a relative than just a family friend.

Feeling a little perked up, she received the call "Hello, Mr. D.!"

"Haylin, you seem to have forgotten all about a certain old man's existence," Mr. Dickenson complained good-naturedly.

Haylin laughed guiltily. That was true; she'd been too caught up in her depressions lately.

"I've…been busy," she said a little lamely.

"Well, I would love to talk with you properly Haylin, but as it is I'm rather busy today and I've called you on an official matter," Mr. Dickenson said.

"Oh, what?" Haylin asked, interest immediately aroused. Official matters with Mr. Dickenson meant Beyblading, and she was literally addicted to that sport. She'd bagged a number of trophies in local tournaments, and had trashed quite a few of her opponents' Beyblades.

"One of the Beyblading teams I know requires a new member for their team and I have recommended your name," the older man said.

"Really, that's great!" Haylin cried enthusiastically, "Which team is it?"

"The Blitzkreig Boys."

Haylin's eyes widened and her mouth fell open. It was a few moments before she found her voice again.

"You've recommended me for the Blitzkreig Boys!" she gasped, "You…why did you…I mean what…I…Oh God! What the hell is going on here?!"

"They seem to be one person short for the next World Championships," Mr. Dickenson explained, "and they came to me for help, so I gave them your name."

"But…they're really good Beybladers," Haylin spluttered, "you know, like…like on an international level. I mean, seriously, they're one of the best Beyblading teams in the world! I'm not that good, I'd never fit in!"

"Of course you would fit in," Mr. Dickenson said, "it'll be a waste of your talents if you don't join them."

"But they're the Blitzkreig Boys!" Haylin said, feeling her resistance weakening, "I'm a girl!"

"Haylin, that's a stupid excuse!"

Haylin swallowed. The offer was so tempting.

"Well, I…guess I'm okay with the idea," she hesitated, "but I still think…"

"What?"

"Look, I just don't feel like I'm good enough!" Haylin said helplessly, "What if I join and then have to leave because I can't keep up with them?!"

"Haylin," Mr. Dickenson said gently, "I have complete faith in you."

For some reason Haylin could suddenly feel her eyes fill with tears. When was the last time someone had shown such confidence in her?

"A-alright," she replied, managing to keep her voice steady, "I'll…sign up...I guess. Where-I mean how will I meet them?"

"Just come to my office at the BBA headquarters tomorrow at 6:00, where you can meet them. I'll take care of all the official business for you. Goodbye." With that, Mr. Dickenson hung up.

Haylin sat there breathlessly for a long time, clutching her cell-phone tightly.

"The Blitzkreig Boys, huh?" she murmured to herself, "This is a once in a lifetime opportunity."