Author's Note: Well hello again. I seem to keep having these ideas popping
all over my head, leaving me neglecting my other stories, aii... Well this
is my second Johnny fic with another OC, hope you like it. By the way, I
must apologize because I don't really understand how the deaf and mute
people communicate with each other except through sign language. So don't
throw any flames at me if my story seems insensitive to them.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the beyblade characters except mine.
Chapter One
A moving truck slowly and carefully parked itself in front of an old Victorian Mansion. Behind it was a gray color BMW. Five men got down from the moving truck and started to help load the furniture into the house.
Across the mansion was the McGregor's residence. Mrs. McGregor who happened to be cooking in the kitchen saw a distinguished looking middle- aged lady, "That must be the new neighbor, Mrs. Jones." She thought, an old man and a young girl getting out of the car.
The lady was busy ordering the moving men to carefully load her furniture into the house. She was tall and had dark brown hair tied up into a bun; she was wearing a severe looking black dress and was carrying a black parasol. "She must be in mourning." Thought Mrs. McGregor.
Next was the old man, he must be the butler from the way he was dressed in. The typical white shirt, black coat and pants and the black bow tied neatly at his collar. He was slightly taller than the lady and had silver white hair and from what she can see, he looked like the typical kind old grandfather.
Lastly was the young girl who stood quietly by the lady's side. "She must be her daughter. What a pretty little thing. She must be of Jennifer's age." Mused Mrs. McGregor as she scrutinized the girl. She had long aquamarine hair that reached her back, which curled slightly at the tips. She was dressed in a black brown sleeveless dress that hung at her slender figure loosely. She was small and only reached her mother's shoulder. She looked so delicate and frail.
"I must really go out and meet them. After all, I have to show some neighbor friendliness." Said Mrs. McGregor aloud to herself. She was very curious about the new neighbors. So she turned off the fire of the stove, wiped her hands clean and dry and went out to meet them.
"Hello, I'm Mrs. Augusta McGregor. You must be Mrs. Jones. Nice to meet you." Said Mrs. McGregor as she approached them. The butler and the young girl greeted her with a smile while Mrs. Jones merely bowed her head stiffly in acknowledgment.
Mrs. McGregor was not very please with Mrs. Jones high and mighty attitude. She smiled and nodded at the butler and the young girl before turning back in a huff into her own house.
"How rude, and to think I could show her some neighbor friendliness! Humph! But the girl was very sweet looking like my little Jenny. They are both the small delicate type." She met another neighbor and both of them started gossiping about the new snobby neighbor.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the beyblade characters except mine.
Chapter One
A moving truck slowly and carefully parked itself in front of an old Victorian Mansion. Behind it was a gray color BMW. Five men got down from the moving truck and started to help load the furniture into the house.
Across the mansion was the McGregor's residence. Mrs. McGregor who happened to be cooking in the kitchen saw a distinguished looking middle- aged lady, "That must be the new neighbor, Mrs. Jones." She thought, an old man and a young girl getting out of the car.
The lady was busy ordering the moving men to carefully load her furniture into the house. She was tall and had dark brown hair tied up into a bun; she was wearing a severe looking black dress and was carrying a black parasol. "She must be in mourning." Thought Mrs. McGregor.
Next was the old man, he must be the butler from the way he was dressed in. The typical white shirt, black coat and pants and the black bow tied neatly at his collar. He was slightly taller than the lady and had silver white hair and from what she can see, he looked like the typical kind old grandfather.
Lastly was the young girl who stood quietly by the lady's side. "She must be her daughter. What a pretty little thing. She must be of Jennifer's age." Mused Mrs. McGregor as she scrutinized the girl. She had long aquamarine hair that reached her back, which curled slightly at the tips. She was dressed in a black brown sleeveless dress that hung at her slender figure loosely. She was small and only reached her mother's shoulder. She looked so delicate and frail.
"I must really go out and meet them. After all, I have to show some neighbor friendliness." Said Mrs. McGregor aloud to herself. She was very curious about the new neighbors. So she turned off the fire of the stove, wiped her hands clean and dry and went out to meet them.
"Hello, I'm Mrs. Augusta McGregor. You must be Mrs. Jones. Nice to meet you." Said Mrs. McGregor as she approached them. The butler and the young girl greeted her with a smile while Mrs. Jones merely bowed her head stiffly in acknowledgment.
Mrs. McGregor was not very please with Mrs. Jones high and mighty attitude. She smiled and nodded at the butler and the young girl before turning back in a huff into her own house.
"How rude, and to think I could show her some neighbor friendliness! Humph! But the girl was very sweet looking like my little Jenny. They are both the small delicate type." She met another neighbor and both of them started gossiping about the new snobby neighbor.