Chapter 1: Letter to an Imaginary Friend
My name is Zhaila Berlini. Zhai, to you. I am a 18 year old student, and beyblader. I currently live in England, but I was brought up in Germany. I was born and raised in Dresden, a reasonably quiet town.
I was born into a very wealthy family. But quite the contrary to what you may think, we are not pampered and preened. Our families expect us to become the next generation of them. They expect perfection. I was not. My father was very protective of me when i was young. He adored me, and managed to protect me from my mothers will for a few years.
That all ended when I turned 7. Father was involved in a severe train accident. He had been visiting his ill mother down in Genoa, Italy. On his way home, his train derailed and...Well, thats never going to be a good thing.
Mother didn't take the news so badly. She had me immediatly sent off to a prep school here in England. They beat the defiance out of you there. I ran away when I turned 16. I'm a sort of street rat now. I eat when I can, and sleep wherever I find a dry spot. It may not sound terribly glamourous, but i get by. It's a life you get used to.
I managed to keep hold of my beyblade. It is the only thing i have left of Dad, after all. And it is exactly the thing that triggered a rather unexpected adventure. Who ever said life should be boring? Mine certainly hasn't been, and this is just the beggining of the story.
This is my story, and I want to share it with you.
