THE CAMERA CLUB: Revised Edition PART ONE: Chapter one, a beyblade fanfic

First off, I would like to thank everyone who supported me and the original 'The Camera Club' (not that I'm saying this isn't original. It is but it's made more better, more fun, and more puzzling.). I owe you a lot. You've all really inspired me to do better and not to give up. I love you all. : D

Thanks to my parents, although they'll never read this, for letting me use the PC until the wee hours of the morning. And sorry for running up the electric bill. Heeh,

Without further adieu,

THE CAMERA CLUB: Revised Edition
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PART ONE
Revelations
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.ONE.
.semi-charmed life.

1995 January 27

"Ms. Anna!" Sally called running after me, forgetting to hide her Latin accent. Latin's weren't allowed at Paris at that time. I had no idea why though. "Please slow down!!" Slow down? My parents are finally coming home after three months of traveling around the world, my nanny expects me to slow down?

She must be out of her mind.

The folds of my red laced dress moved with the wind as I ran towards Station 3. My nannies quickly running behind me. I stopped and stared at the black trains as it screeched to a full stop. The stream slowly dissolving as it did. People were already starting to gather around the said train, I better hurry up.

"Ms. Anna!" I hear Sally call again; "Come back here! You'll get flattened with that mob!" I glanced back at her pouting; can't she just let me go? It's not like she's my mother. I ignored her and continued on my way.

People smiled as I pushed by them. They can't get mad with a four year old kid can they? I was frantic. I really wanted to see my parents already. I felt a tight grip on my wrist, making me stumble a little. I looked up frowning; Sally had caught up with me.

"Aww, I wan' ta see momi and dad." I said, pulling my hand from her deadly grip.

She drew in a breathe before bending down and carried me in her arms. "Yer momma ain't gonna be pleased to hear that yer pronunciation ain't changed yet," she said, rolling her eyes, "Please Ms. Anna, listen to me."

I huffed, how can I learn right pronunciation of my nanny can't?

I giggled, "Your prowsation have not changed two."

She blushed crimson, "Ohh shh, Let's go find yer momma." She looked around, standing in tip toes, "Help me look for 'dem."

I placed my hand on my forehead and pretended to look but unfortunately I did see Uncle Rafe. He was my daddy's best friend and most trust friend. I beamed, "Unca Rafe!" I called, clapping my small hands together, "I see Unca Rafe! Unce Rafe!"

Uncle Rafe probably heard me calling him, he turned towards my direction. A small sad smile crept up to his lips, he waved weakly at us. He handed some papers to Giorgio, his butler, and walked towards us. He had dark circles under his warm grey eyes, his red hair had grown a little longer reaching up to his collar.

Sally met him halfway, she bowed a little, "Mr. McGregor," she greeted, "I trust yer trip wes fine?"

Uncle Rafe paled a little; he kept licking his lips and rubbing his palms together. I tilted my head to the side, "What's wrong, Unca?" I asked, reaching my hands out to him. He patted my hands back, what's wrong with him? He's not like this.

"I have bad news." He started, staring straight at my eyes, "Harrison and Marie were sailing in the Atlantic sea, with us of course--well, to get to the point, they were uhh—"

"Mr. McGregor!" A man in red uniform interrupted, jumping out of the train, "Shall we lower the coffins?" He wiped his face with a white towel hanging on his shoulders.

Sally let out a snob and almost dropped me. I screamed. Uncle Rafe supported her, "Be careful," he said, "Anna's a bit fragile." He turned to the man and said, "Yes, be careful with them please."

Red uniform nodded then turned to his co-workers and yelled signal. Slowly they lowered two red coffins at the pavement in front of me. Sally let out another sob together with my other nannies who were all standing behind us. I stared silently at the two coffins then at my surrounding, "My momma and dad?" I asked.

"They aren't arriving, honey." Rafe said, his eyes getting a bit teary, "They were taken by God."

It was then that I understood. How I wish I hugged them tighter and longer three months ago…

PRESENT TIME

I hate waking up.

I hate mornings.

And I especially hate Monday mornings.

My head was still a little heavy and dizzy as I stood up, leaning on the wall for support. My room was a bit large for me, a ceiling to floor window over looking the beautiful city of Hills. I bet you can guess why this certain city is called 'Hills'. Yep, that's right. Simply because it's surrounded by thousands of hills. And Rafe's house is built on one of these hills.

After my parents' sudden death, Mr. Rafe McGregor adopted me as his own. We moved from Paris to this city hoping for a better life. He is a widow with one son named Jonathan "Johnny" McGregor. He hates being called Jonathan. He says it makes him sound serious and boring.

If you look at them, they both look like identical twins, except that Johnny's a bit younger. They both have the same fiery red hair, deep grey eyes, and a scorn in their lips. They both rarely smile. Johnny's always pissed and I really have no idea why.

It must be his time of the month everyday. Hah, well, that suks.

I ripped the calendar of September from the wall to reveal the month of October. School started a month ago, first day is still the same I tell you. I grabbed my blue towel from the back of the door and hurried to my bathroom. I kicked an empty bottle of shampoo towards a corner.

I've always been a bit messy and disorderly.

I wiped the fog already starting to form on my mirror and stared at my face. I look paler than I did yesterday, my lips look almost purple and I have some bruises forming in my upper arms and thighs.

Hmmm, I wonder if I'm anemic?

My hair looked like a mess, sticking out here and there. I have charcoal colored hair, I have no idea where I inherited this from. My mom's a blonde while my dad's brunette. And my eyes look greener today than usual. Hah, I even look uglier than usual. Oh well, no point pondering about this--I'm still gonna look like this tomorrow.

I sighed as I turned the faucet open and splashed some cold water on my face. Time to wake up.

After I changed into my preppy looking uniform, a dark blue skirt reaching an inch below my knees, a plain white blouse underneath a dark blue blazer with white silk trimmings, and a blue checkered necktie to complete the look. I look pathetic. Who needs uniforms when you can have ID's?

Really, the world is so unreasonable.

"Morning, loser." I heard Johnny say behind me as I walked down the staircase, reading a book. I glared at him as he took over me, "Can't you move faster?" he snapped, glaring back at me, "You're slower than an inch worm."

"Do you even know what an inch worm is?"

Johnny smirked, "Something faster than you that's for sure." He hurried to the kitchen probably to grab some chow before leaving. He never eats at school. I have no idea why. He's weird that way.

We both go at the same school HNHS meaning Hills National High School, like what else can that mean. I rolled my eyes, Johnny was going to get scolded by Mr. Fritzgerald again because of his bandana. What's the point of that thing anyway? To make him look cool? Haha, that's a laugh.

But really if he wasn't my brother I think I would have liked to look at him. I mean his face is easy to the eyes. But I think it'll disappear after he opens his mouth. He is one of the heartthrobs at school. He's a racer, guitarist, pianist, drummer, football player, you name it.

Maybe except ballet. he hates that.

"Anna, hey," I heard someone call snapping me away from my train of thought, "What are you gonna stand there and stare at my greatness?"

Oh. I didn't even know you're there, brother.

I stared disbelievingly at him before shaking my head and continuing my procession downstairs. I grabbed my backpack from the sofa and hurried out the door. I glared at Johnny as I passed by him, he smirked smugly at me. We both walked towards his car in pure silence.

I wonder when Rafe is going to get me my own car, I am seventeen now. I opened the door and hopped in, Johnny was still fiddling with his phone.

Ten boring minutes passed before Johnny hoped in. He tossed his bag at the back seat and started the ignition. It was the latest 2010 S2000. Johnny loves cars. He often races for pink slips.

Pink slip is a street term which means that the winner keeps the opponents car. I wish Johnny would give me one of those cars but he is too greedy.

"We're gonna pass by Tyson and Enrique," he said stepping on the gas, "How many minutes till the bell rings?"

I glanced at my watch before turning to secure my seatbelt, "Twenty," I replied, "I don't want to be late, Johnny. Mr. Fritzgerald is already reprimanding me for it."

"Can you chill?" He said picking up speed, "You sound like you're in love with school. I don't want to have a retarded sister." He smacks my forehead lightly, chuckly. I have no idea why he is like this. If buzz is here, I would have asked him to sting Johnny. Buzz is a bee.

Yep. I can talk to animals, its little perk in my life. I had it since I was a kid.

"Stupid, how can I be retarded if I love school?" I retorted, smiling to myself. That was he best one I got, I he can have a clever answer to that then I'll go and kill myself.

"Well, what can I say," he started, lightly stepping on the brakes as we made a turn, "That's just the way you are, sis."

Okay.

I'll kill myself later. "Dream on," I muttered turning my attention outside the window. We were near Downtown district now; it was getting a bit crowded. Tyson lived here in a dojo owned by his cool grandfather and his brother, Hiro.

We stopped outside their dojo. I like this part of Downtown. It's peaceful and near a river. I love bodies of water. Johnny pressed on the horn and stretched his arms to the sides. I glued myself to the window to avoid being hit by his stupid arms.

"Watch it!!" I warned raising my clenched fists ready to bonk him in the head.

The back door opened then Tyson Granger popped into the car. He had his signature crooked grin plastered on his face. He adjusted his red hat backwards as Johnny started the ignition. The radio started playing Third Eye Blind's Semi-Charmed Life. Like what the singer says, I want something else to get me through this semi-charmed kind of life…

That's exactly what I feel.

"Morning, Anns," Tyson greeted, sitting comfortably at the back, "Dude, do you mind if we stop by that noodle shop two blocks away? Gramps gave me a sermon this morning. I had to sneak out in order to avoid it."

I shook my head as I opened my book again, it was for my report. Apocalypse Next by William R. Goetz. Well, what I can say about Tyson is that he just loves eating. He's gotten a little over weight last year that's why Gramps was so bent on training him Kendo. They started training three months ago. He lost some weight but there's still some left.

And he just adores primary colors. You can see it everywhere. Although our school requires uniforms, Tyson still manages to add a little Tyson everyday. His red cap stays on his head--he only removes it when his frustrated--blue sneakers and a yellow backpack to complete the look.

What an addiction.

"Damn no, pig," Johnny snapped, "We still have to pick up Enrique."

Tyson huffed, "He's rich, why does he need picking up?"

"Because he's lazy to drive."

"12 minutes." I reminded. Although Johnny's car had a digital clock, it was set wrong. What's the point of the clock really?

A player who's lazy to drive, wow, that's a first. Well, Enrique Giancarlo. I describe him as charming. He is charming. He knows just what to say and when to say it. He has dirty blonde hair, high set cheek bones and grayish blue eyes. He's originally from Italy. He has had 308 official girlfriends and 10000000 non-official ones.

And he's only eighteen.

Whoa.

"I just found out something really cool this morning," Tyson announced, a proud grin on his face, "Because of my kendo training, I now have lost my baby fat and my body now looks like that of a god!" He raised his shirt for evidence. I quickly looked away.

"Tyson please!" I yelled, "Get the shirt back on!"

Johnny laughed. Tyson blushed, "Oops," he said, "Sorry Anns, I forgot you were here."

"W-who Buddha?!" Johnny teased, accidentally pressing the horn, "You can bet Anna's life on that!"

I narrowed my gaze at Johnny and poked his sides, "What?!" I yelled as the S2000 came to an abrupt halt, "What kind of a brake is that?"

I turned my attention at the mansion. Every time I came here, it still looks breath-taking. With tall walls surrounding it and a tall black gate revealing a beautiful fountain where a statue of a nude girl, what do you expect, is.

Johnny honked ten times. "Stupid womanizer might be still sleeping," he muttered, resting his head on the horn, "How many minutes left sis?"

"Shut the car up, Johnny!" Tyson yelled, pulling Johnny up by the collar, "Some people are looking. We have our class at the police station. You know how rich people are."

"Ten minutes." I replied, sinking lower into my seat, at least it had cushions.

THIRTY MINUTES LATER…

I opened my eyes and let out a long yawn. I glanced at my surroundings, we were still outside the Giancarlo Mansion. I glanced at Johnny who fell asleep leaning his head on the glass window. Then at Tyson who was occupying the whole backseat now.

My head was still a little wobbly, "W-What time--?" I mumbled glancing at my watch, "Oh my God!!"

I launched a kick at Johnny and pulled Tyson by the collar. Tyson fell off the seat with a loud thud. Johnny launched a kick back at me, "What? What?" he yelled, shaking his head, his bandana falling to his lap, "What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

"I'm late!!' I screamed, "Drive!" I don't want to be scolded again. It's too embarrassing.

Johnny quickly started the car, cursing. "Fuck, Anna," he said, "My fucking uniform is white!"

"I'm going to get expelled and you worry about your fucking uniform!" I screamed back. I would have been in school minutes ago if it weren't for Enrique. He's dead meat when I see him!

The school's hallway was too quiet as the three of us sneaked inside. There were some flyers scattered on the floor, some where posted on the lockers, the doors, bulletin boards. Some were even on the ceiling. Tsh, HNHS looked like a ghost school. I stopped and picked up a flyer then I laughed.

Johnny and Tyson stopped and looked at me in a puzzled way.

Tyson bent down and picked up one of the flyers. He gasped. "Who did this?" he asked, sounding a bit upset.

"It's a 'hellboy' sighting," I said, staring at the out-of-focused photo, "Hmmm, it says here that 'it' was sighted here at our school grounds last night..." Johnny snatched the flyer from my fingers,

"Jonathan!" I yelled, angrily, "I'm not finished!"

He glared like me like he was about to hang me upside down, "Tyson, tell the janitors to clean this mess up," he said, coldly. He stared at the flyer again before he crumpled it. What's his problem?

"What are you guys doing out here?" I heard someone asked behind us. I quickly turned around, tripping on my right foot as I did. I fell flat on the ground.

"Anna are you ok?" it was Kenny, "Shouldn't you three be at your homerooms?"

"Hey Chief," Tyson greeted, slowly picking up the flyers, "We're late."

"Oh. The teachers aren't in the classrooms. Just your luck." Kenny informed, adjusting his spectacles, "They are currently having a meeting about this 'hellboy' sighting."

"It's nothing." Johnny replied, "Don't make such a fuss out of it."

I pushed myself up from the floor, "Just because you don't find it interesting, doesn't mean the rest of us should too." I said, then I turned to Kenny, "I would like to talk to the one who took the picture."

Johnny turned me to face him, "Look," he said, "If you get yourself involved with this shit, I'll kill you. I'm serious." He pushed me a little before walking towards his homeroom. What's his problem? I just can't understand Johnny no matter how much I try to.

I glanced at Kenny, who offered me an encouraging smile, "Where you heading?" I asked as we walked towards wherever.

"To our staff room." He replied, "Come with me, I have to give you something."

"Uhh, ok."

I worked with Kenny in the paper for three years now. He's the youngest student to ever be the editor-in-chief of the school paper, The Torch. He was elected to the position during his sophomore year. I was still a contributor. Although Kenny's lacking in the fields of style, height and a little looks. He makes up for it by being full on the top.

He's good at algebra, calculus, geometry, biology, advanced biology, advance physics, English, literature, history, science, astronomy, editing, speeches, cults, human minds, mental disorders, etc, etc.

I was glad he accepted me as a feature editor and writer when I was still a sophie. He promoted me a few months after his own promotion. "I got your article last night," he said, smiling, "I found no grammatical errors, as always. I always knew I can depend on you."

Oh, thank God. I had to check that stupid article thirty times before sending it to him. And I bet he only checked once.

"Mr. Fritzgerald had already read it and he was overjoyed," Kenny continued, adjusting his spectacles, "He is extremely interested on how you made an interview with Zealot, the seal, seem so real. It was like Zealot could really talk."

I chuckled nervously, "It's a gift." I replied, opening the door for Kenny. I'm a gentlewoman, "So you have any new assignments for me? I have nothing to do."

"Don't you want to concentrate on the exams?" he asked, walking to his table.

"I do, but I'll be bored if all I do is study."

"If you say so," Kenny replied, placing his laptop on the table, "Mr. Fritzgerald just gave me your next article. He said he is really looking forward to this one. As we all know the Camera Club has been established four years ago. He has already asked me to research about them, but I failed. They are a very private group,

"I found out bits of information about them, which I have here." He continued pulling out a brown envelope from one of his drawers, "All I know is that they have unusual activities and may be involved in something we don't know. But it certainly isn't about cameras or photography."

I raised my hands in total surrender, "And you're telling me this because they're my next prey?" I asked, uncertainly. Kenny nodded. Great. "But--my brother is in that club. He'll kill me."

"That's another reason why Mr. Fritzgerald said I hand this assignment to you," he replied, "Because you have someone close to you in that club." Someone CLOSE to me? I don't think so.

"But--"

"Can I depend on you, Anna?" he asked, smiling at me. Oh God, not those six dreadful words. I can't say not to those words.

"Y-Yeah, sure." I replied, weakly, "No prob—problem, chief."

Kenny sighed and grabbed my hands, shaking them both, "Thanks Anna, you saved me." He said, "And oh yeah, you have three months. We'll be releasing that article before the spring dance."

I gaped disbelievingly at him, "What?!" I choked out. He couldn't even finish it for almost a year and he expects me to finish it in three months? Someone find me a black hole now, I just want to fall and fall into nothingness.

Kenny just asked me to kill myself.

And I just agreed.

Oh, fantastic.

Well, that's it. Things are just getting heated up. I added something to the original plot and made it much better. My last plot was kinnda loose and untied. So, kindly review? Tell me what you think about this new revised edition?

Please? : )