Roman: Hello everyone! My name is Roman's Revenge for those of you who don't know me, and this is my second story. I'm kinda going back to my childhood TV show, Beyblade! Hope you guys enjoy my story and feel free to check out my Young Justice Kaldur story if you like YJ. BTW, I do NOT own Beyblade or any of its characters, only my own. Have fun reading my stories! Love, Dungeon Dragon ~Rah Rah!~ Roman
Name: Aliyaah-Jazmine Torres
Age: 17 years old
Grade: 11 (Graduating this year!)
Height: 5'5" ½
Hair Colour: Honey Brown (like Beyonce's) and very curly
Eye Colour: Stunning hazel/green
Appearance: Nice caramel skin complexion has a small nose piercing (right side of nose) and pierced ears. She has a tattoo on the inside of her right arm (wrist) that says "Thank You God Always".
Nationality: Jamaican and Spanish
Hometown: Decatur, Georgia
Hobbies: Dancing (Hip Hop)
Personality: Back then she was super quiet, timid and very shy (she never mad any eye contact with anyone). Now she is outspoken, spunky, tomboyish, feisty, observantly quiet and smart.
~Prologue~
Being in High School is the easiest thing to process. For the normal teenager, it is, but for a social outcast like me, it isn't. In every High School there are cliques, mine's no exception.
First we have the overachievers; whose work has to be perfect, then we have the wannabees; always the duplication of the imitation. We then have the jocks, half of the guys in my grade fall into that category, the preps; snobby, but acknowledge your existence if you have money in the bank. Last but not least there were the cheerleaders; the ones who dated the jocks, the ones who thought they ran the school and the ones who made my life a living hell from elementary school to now in grade 10.
Then there's me, Aliyaah-Jazmine Chyna Torres. I'm one of those super dorky girls, when I say dorky- I meant it. I'm the chubbiest girl in my grade; I wear big chunky glasses, have braces and wear the baggiest clothes. I get made fun of on a regular basis, by the populars and by other people in my grade. But, luckily today is the last day of school, then next year is graduation!
So I made my way to my next class, gym "Last class of the year! Finally!" I thought. Just as I walk in, my joy quickly fades. I see the cheerleaders…ugh couldn't my year just end on a good note? This group consisted of Ming-Ming Love, Mariah Wong, Hilary Tachibana and my half sister Ashley Milano-Torres, ironic ain't it? "Well, well, well if it isn't braceface?" Mariah said walking up to me grinning like the Cheshire cat. I looked down at my feet timidly. "Looks like Urkel didn't hear you quite well, Mariah." Hilary said pushing me.
"Think you're better than us huh Torres? I think not, you're not worth shit!" Ming-Ming said grabbing my glasses and playing 'keep away' with them. "G-give them b-back!" I said trying to intercept them. By now the boys have just arrived to watch the spectacle. "Guys, teacher's coming!" Tala Valkov said looking out the door. "Ooops!" Mariah said mockingly dropping my glasses on the floor with a loud crash. Everyone began laughing my now broken glasses. "Aww, poor baby's gonna cry!" Mariah says laughing as I ran out of the class and into the bathroom.
"I swear, I'm going to show them whose boss next year! Then they'll regret ever ridiculing me!" I thought as I hid myself crying in a bathroom stall for the rest of the period. Twenty minutes later, the bell rings and I quickly made it out of the bathroom before anyone could see me. Luckily my backpack was packed and I slipped out the back of the school. As I walked home, a car pulled up along side me and it was Mariah, Hilary, Ming-Ming and their boyfriends, Ray Kon, Tyson Granger and Daichi Sumeragi. "Hey, Torres, did you have fun on your last day?" Ming-Ming asked. I didn't say anything and just looked down at my feet. "Yo, Torres, Ming is talking to you!" Daichi said. "Whatever have a great summer vacation, bitch!" Mariah said as the boys pelted me with balloons filled with ketchup and mayo and drove off.
I got home, closed the door and ran up the stairs to my room, there I began to cry. I hear someone knock. "Hey A.J, can I come in? Mom's been worried 'bout you." My sister Ashley asks. "What do you want?" I said fiercely glaring at her. "Aww, don't be mad, we were just having some fun- wait, what the hell happened to you?" "They threw balloons filled with ketchup and mayo at me while I was walking home that what fucking happened to me." I said teary-eyed. Sighing, she sat down next to me on my bed. "Alright, tell you what, this summer I'll help you with your…image, 'kay?" She said picking out a piece of balloon out of my hair.
"Psh, like you'll ever help me." I said. "Please, I really want to have something to do this summer. You'll be my project!" She pleads with puppy dog eyes. I sigh as a sign of defeat. "Eiii, yay!" She said triumphantly. Luckily in the end I would end up thanking her.
Roman: Alrighties peoples, I hope you enjoyed the prologue, please feel free to send me good feedback and ideas are always appreciated!
Much love from your friendly Dungeon Dragon ~Rah Rah!~ Roman :3