RTC: My first work on Tyson and Max, enjoy!
Max: (Write on slate.) Ray-Tiger-cat does not own Beyblade.
Word count: 154
"It's my turn!"
"No, it's not! I get to use it now!"
The sounds of Max and Tyson arguing could be heard all through the dojo.
Kenny had poked his head in earlier, only to have it bitten off, so he had scampered away.
Kai had glared at then, but they were too preoccupied to notice, so he too had left.
Ray had tried to appease them with cookies, which they promptly devoured and started shouting at each other again with renewed energy.
Now it was Hilary's turn to get peace for the inhabitants of the dojo.
"What are you two screaming about?" Hilary asked.
Both boys pointed to a large slate hung across the wall.
"It's my turn to teach the class," Max said, pouting.
"No, it's my turn!" Tyson retorted.
"What class?" Hilary wondered. They both pointed behind her. Hilary turned around and saw a collection of stuffed animals.
"We're playing school."