I know I haven't updated any of my beyblade stories in a while. I'm sure
you guys all know how it is to update, go to school and still have a social
life. I live a very stressful life, I'm sad to say. It gets really
stressful when you have 7 assignments all at once! {Maths, English,
History, Drama, Phys Ed, Science and Home Ec!}
This story will get better in later chapters. It'll probably be Kai/ OC, Ray/ Mariah and Max/ Emily.
GIFTS AND TALENTS.
Galux Phoenix.
A school for teenagers that had gifts and talents. Gifts and Talents, the school for people with gifts and talents. For people who excel in different areas of life: academics, sports, arts, music, drama, home economics. If you wanted -or were- the best of anything you went there.
Gifts and Talents was like any normal high school -apart from the fact that you had lessons that were purely focussed on your gifts and talents. It had annoyingly popular people, the computer whizzes, smart people, sporting greats and a few all-rounders here and there. But, then there was also the very few students that never showed a talent or a gift.
Jerri Roberts was one of those very few. She did ok in school, her marks weren't at the top of the class, but she was never near the bottom. Jerri was a senior there, along with a few world class Beybladers.
She wasn't overly pretty, but definitely not ugly. Her brown hair was streaked with red and blonde, always tied in a low pony tail, went halfway down her back and was slightly wavy. She had high cheekbones, her left ear was slightly pointed at the top and she had startling grey- green eyes, the total effect was slightly feline.
She was reclusive. Only her best friends knew where she lived and only a few more knew her e-mail or mobile phone number. And only her best friends knew what kind of talent she had. Jerri didn't tell just *anyone*.
~*~*~*
Kai Hiwatari was one of the most sort after males in the entire school. He ignored the people who were constantly asking for his autograph. He and his closest friends pretended fan girls and boys never existed.
With a sigh, he unlocked his padlock and pulled books from his bag transferring them with some other books from his locker.
"Hi Kai," a voice called to him from down the hall.
"Ray," Kai nodded a greeting as the slightly shorter Chinese teen approached the blue haired teen.
"Tiring weekend?" Ray asked as he looked Kai over.
"A few too many late night movies I wanted to watch," Kai's reply was offhand and bored.
"And those were?" Ray didn't even bother trying not to sound amused.
"Terminator 2, Jurassic Park 3, something else I can't remember." Kai slammed his locker closed regaining his usual anti-social composer he wore at school.
"You and movies that are mainly gory. Typical," Ray shook his head with a smile at his good friend.
"What else am I supposed to like? Chick flicks?" Kai demanded one eyebrow raised.
"It would be funny if you did, I admit," Ray smiled. Kai sent him a dark look.
Deciding now would be a good time to change topics, Ray asked, "What do we have first?"
"English and Beyblade Training. Then morning recess," Kai's reply was instant, he didn't even spend time thinking about it.
"I think someone spends to much time memorizing their timetables."
"I think someone spends to much time daydreaming about Mariah," Kai retorted. A slight blush spread over Ray's cheeks. At the sight of this a small smirk found its way onto Kai's lips.
"That was low, Kai, and you know it," Tyson said from his locker which was only a few away from Kai's.
"Was it? I'm pretty sure it was the truth. Am I right , Ray?" Kai had one eyebrow raised.
"He's got you there, mate. You realise you could be a little more subtle about it, Kai."
"I refuse to answer questions about my private life. Especially when they are asked by nosy idiots," Ray crossed his arms over his chest stubbornly.
Tyson grinned wickedly. "Does that mean there is something going on between the pair of you?"
Ray's expression faltered slightly at the question. "I'm sorry, but I only heard the incoherent ranting of an idiot."
"Defiantly something going on," Tyson muttered under his breath. Kai had to struggle not to grin.
"Tyson, if you wish to keep your face the way it is, I suggest that you shut the hell up," Ray threatened.
"I never thought I would live to see the day that Ray here would make threats to anyone. If I were you, Tyson, I would run for the hills," Kai put in.
"I think I might just do that, Kai. See ya later." Tyson turned and left the two other boys standing there.
Ray blinked as few times. "Did he actually *listen* to someone?"
"I think he did. We better get to class. The bell is going to go soon."
"You're right. Just let me grab the rest of my books."
~*~*~*
Jerri shoved a few text books into her locker with no care for the damage that might come about the books. A scowl was firmly planted on her soft lips.
"Well, it seems someone wants to beat the crap out of something. Should I maintain a respectable distance?" a voice asked her dryly.
One green- grey slid to the corner of her eye to glare half- heartedly at one of her best friends. His hair was a marron burgundy that had been jammed under a baseball cap, his eyes a light blue crystal {AN: I'm not sure if they're blue or burgundy. Help me?}. He was about three inches taller than she was.
Michael Parker was one of the best beybladers and baseball players in the world.
"Mondayitis. You know what getting up on a Monday morning is like. Hell." Her voice was just as dry as his was.
"You doing anything after school?" he asked.
Jerri shrugged. "I was planning on going to the ramps and working on my rail work. Why?"
"There are a few people I want you to meet. It might be in your best interests to talk to them," he rested a hand on her shoulder.
"Who is it this time? If it's just some crappy little company I don't want to know about it."
"Have I ever gotten you to talk to a crap company?" Michael asked in all innocence.
"Yes, your aunt's company was crap. So who is it you want me to talk to?"
"Well, there's Rebel Sport, Skate Biz and that clothing label you like so much from the city."
Jerri blinked at him a few times as the information sunk in. He had just told her that there were three world wide, multi-million dollar, companies, that could make any kid's dream come true, wanting to talk to her.
"How?"
Michael scratched the back of his head sheepishly, "I know you haven't had a lot of luck when it comes to sponsors, so I pulled a few strings and sent in the video of you blading from the local inline champs. Half of them were inclined to sign you after that."
"How many strings did you pull?" Jerri asked as she closed her locker and started off down the hall, Michael at her heels.
"One. That was at Rebel -they aren't real big for bladers and skaters. I told them how many more local sales they would have with your name on things. It's like what happened to me, 'cept mine was world wide." He sent her a wry grin.
"Skate Biz said they had you in mind, since one of the field guys saw you a few weeks back while you were practicing."
Jerri gave a disbelieving snort as she and Michael reached their homeroom. "And I'm sure that you didn't tip them off s for who would be there."
"I didn't. I don't even know who the field scout was. And of course that clothing label-" he started.
"MFS?" Jerri interrupted.
"Yeah, that's the one. Well, your cousin works there and I think she put in one of your demo tapes."
"I think I might have to have a little chat to her." Jerri gave her head a small shake.
"You do that. Just remember to meet me at the ramps by four-thirty."
"OK. Thanks, Mikey. It might be nice to get some free stuff for a while."
Michael grinned. "That's what I thought, too."
~*~*~*
I hoped you liked it. I'm thinking of changing the title to something else. I just don't know what.
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This story will get better in later chapters. It'll probably be Kai/ OC, Ray/ Mariah and Max/ Emily.
GIFTS AND TALENTS.
Galux Phoenix.
A school for teenagers that had gifts and talents. Gifts and Talents, the school for people with gifts and talents. For people who excel in different areas of life: academics, sports, arts, music, drama, home economics. If you wanted -or were- the best of anything you went there.
Gifts and Talents was like any normal high school -apart from the fact that you had lessons that were purely focussed on your gifts and talents. It had annoyingly popular people, the computer whizzes, smart people, sporting greats and a few all-rounders here and there. But, then there was also the very few students that never showed a talent or a gift.
Jerri Roberts was one of those very few. She did ok in school, her marks weren't at the top of the class, but she was never near the bottom. Jerri was a senior there, along with a few world class Beybladers.
She wasn't overly pretty, but definitely not ugly. Her brown hair was streaked with red and blonde, always tied in a low pony tail, went halfway down her back and was slightly wavy. She had high cheekbones, her left ear was slightly pointed at the top and she had startling grey- green eyes, the total effect was slightly feline.
She was reclusive. Only her best friends knew where she lived and only a few more knew her e-mail or mobile phone number. And only her best friends knew what kind of talent she had. Jerri didn't tell just *anyone*.
~*~*~*
Kai Hiwatari was one of the most sort after males in the entire school. He ignored the people who were constantly asking for his autograph. He and his closest friends pretended fan girls and boys never existed.
With a sigh, he unlocked his padlock and pulled books from his bag transferring them with some other books from his locker.
"Hi Kai," a voice called to him from down the hall.
"Ray," Kai nodded a greeting as the slightly shorter Chinese teen approached the blue haired teen.
"Tiring weekend?" Ray asked as he looked Kai over.
"A few too many late night movies I wanted to watch," Kai's reply was offhand and bored.
"And those were?" Ray didn't even bother trying not to sound amused.
"Terminator 2, Jurassic Park 3, something else I can't remember." Kai slammed his locker closed regaining his usual anti-social composer he wore at school.
"You and movies that are mainly gory. Typical," Ray shook his head with a smile at his good friend.
"What else am I supposed to like? Chick flicks?" Kai demanded one eyebrow raised.
"It would be funny if you did, I admit," Ray smiled. Kai sent him a dark look.
Deciding now would be a good time to change topics, Ray asked, "What do we have first?"
"English and Beyblade Training. Then morning recess," Kai's reply was instant, he didn't even spend time thinking about it.
"I think someone spends to much time memorizing their timetables."
"I think someone spends to much time daydreaming about Mariah," Kai retorted. A slight blush spread over Ray's cheeks. At the sight of this a small smirk found its way onto Kai's lips.
"That was low, Kai, and you know it," Tyson said from his locker which was only a few away from Kai's.
"Was it? I'm pretty sure it was the truth. Am I right , Ray?" Kai had one eyebrow raised.
"He's got you there, mate. You realise you could be a little more subtle about it, Kai."
"I refuse to answer questions about my private life. Especially when they are asked by nosy idiots," Ray crossed his arms over his chest stubbornly.
Tyson grinned wickedly. "Does that mean there is something going on between the pair of you?"
Ray's expression faltered slightly at the question. "I'm sorry, but I only heard the incoherent ranting of an idiot."
"Defiantly something going on," Tyson muttered under his breath. Kai had to struggle not to grin.
"Tyson, if you wish to keep your face the way it is, I suggest that you shut the hell up," Ray threatened.
"I never thought I would live to see the day that Ray here would make threats to anyone. If I were you, Tyson, I would run for the hills," Kai put in.
"I think I might just do that, Kai. See ya later." Tyson turned and left the two other boys standing there.
Ray blinked as few times. "Did he actually *listen* to someone?"
"I think he did. We better get to class. The bell is going to go soon."
"You're right. Just let me grab the rest of my books."
~*~*~*
Jerri shoved a few text books into her locker with no care for the damage that might come about the books. A scowl was firmly planted on her soft lips.
"Well, it seems someone wants to beat the crap out of something. Should I maintain a respectable distance?" a voice asked her dryly.
One green- grey slid to the corner of her eye to glare half- heartedly at one of her best friends. His hair was a marron burgundy that had been jammed under a baseball cap, his eyes a light blue crystal {AN: I'm not sure if they're blue or burgundy. Help me?}. He was about three inches taller than she was.
Michael Parker was one of the best beybladers and baseball players in the world.
"Mondayitis. You know what getting up on a Monday morning is like. Hell." Her voice was just as dry as his was.
"You doing anything after school?" he asked.
Jerri shrugged. "I was planning on going to the ramps and working on my rail work. Why?"
"There are a few people I want you to meet. It might be in your best interests to talk to them," he rested a hand on her shoulder.
"Who is it this time? If it's just some crappy little company I don't want to know about it."
"Have I ever gotten you to talk to a crap company?" Michael asked in all innocence.
"Yes, your aunt's company was crap. So who is it you want me to talk to?"
"Well, there's Rebel Sport, Skate Biz and that clothing label you like so much from the city."
Jerri blinked at him a few times as the information sunk in. He had just told her that there were three world wide, multi-million dollar, companies, that could make any kid's dream come true, wanting to talk to her.
"How?"
Michael scratched the back of his head sheepishly, "I know you haven't had a lot of luck when it comes to sponsors, so I pulled a few strings and sent in the video of you blading from the local inline champs. Half of them were inclined to sign you after that."
"How many strings did you pull?" Jerri asked as she closed her locker and started off down the hall, Michael at her heels.
"One. That was at Rebel -they aren't real big for bladers and skaters. I told them how many more local sales they would have with your name on things. It's like what happened to me, 'cept mine was world wide." He sent her a wry grin.
"Skate Biz said they had you in mind, since one of the field guys saw you a few weeks back while you were practicing."
Jerri gave a disbelieving snort as she and Michael reached their homeroom. "And I'm sure that you didn't tip them off s for who would be there."
"I didn't. I don't even know who the field scout was. And of course that clothing label-" he started.
"MFS?" Jerri interrupted.
"Yeah, that's the one. Well, your cousin works there and I think she put in one of your demo tapes."
"I think I might have to have a little chat to her." Jerri gave her head a small shake.
"You do that. Just remember to meet me at the ramps by four-thirty."
"OK. Thanks, Mikey. It might be nice to get some free stuff for a while."
Michael grinned. "That's what I thought, too."
~*~*~*
I hoped you liked it. I'm thinking of changing the title to something else. I just don't know what.
If you have any suggestions REVIEW and tell me.
You want to press the pretty purple button down there V.
You want to leave GalPhoe a nice and happy review V.
You want to suggest a new name for this ficcy V.
Please? V.