I ama girl with no past... or a past I could remember.I was told that I had parents, but then they used the keyword had. I laughed at their faces and learned to be independant. I had to live with my grandfather, but now they are shipping me off to Russia! Why are they doing that? Because of how cold I act they must have thought that I belong in a cold area. They even called me a Sinner! Little did they know to me that was actually a completement. Calling me an Angel would be an insult to I the great Nguyen! My real name is Akki Nguyen, but I use my fake name Amber Nguyen. This is the story of my life at Russia and what happens there.

Disclaimer: akkiangel doesn't own Beyblade, but she owns Karia

I let out a groan as my grandpa called me down the stairs. Everyday he does that giving me some sort of lecture, but today he had all my stuff packed in the car like I was going somewhere by myself.

"Karia you are going to be going to Russia," Grandfather said.

I shrugged.

"You don't care about the things we do so you will go there and stay there until you learn to respect the things we do for you! Now get in the car!" Grandfatheryelled.

I shrugged again and got in the car. I was busy not even paying attention or caring what he was saying. It was better I left then stay with him. He even tried to rape me once! The keyword tried. He was to stupid to think about the traps I set up in my room and the only reasons why I never let anyone in and keep it dark all the time. Just then I saw the driver move the mirror so he could stare at my long black raven like hair with red streaks. My hair actually was waist lenght except I managed to stuff some of it in my dark blue sports hat to make it back lenght. The driver used the mirror to also stare into my crystal green eyes.

"So you are being sent over to Russia," the driver said.

I just stared out the window.

"Not the talkative type of person are you?" the driver laughed. No duh I'm not the talkative type! If I was I would be talking now wouldn't I? I'd prefer to think in my brain and let you guess it out, but then I'd have to pull the innocent act later when I get to Russia. I don't want the reputation of being an emo kid. I already have that reputation in about 59 no wait it was 70 schools. I mentally chuckled to myself. Such good memories of me scaring the teachers out of their pants and students to run away from me just from my level 1 death glare. I should maybe see how my level 10 death glare do some people in.

"Miss we are here. I hope you enjoy your time a Russia. If anything goes wrong you may call me instead of your grandfather," the driver said as he slid a piece of paper into my pocket.

I nodded at him and got into the airport.

"Miss how old are you?" One of the workers asked.

"14," was all I said before continue on into the plane and just listened to my Ipod. If only my friends could see me now. Getting shipped off over to Russia without a good explaination besides the hey-you-don't-show-respect explaination. I was sitting next to a hag that wouldn't shut the hell up and a guy that seemed to have been around my age. From his looks it looks like he could start a crappy conversation.

"So you are going to Russia?" the boy asked. See what I mean? That was just plain crappy, but he must have guts to ask someone like me. Well I guess it's time for me to start acting!

"Yeah I'm heading there where else? If I wasn't I wouldn't be on this plane," I said the the boy. He looked around my age... maybe older than me bya year. He had messy brown hair the seems like he needs to add more gel to his hair to make it spiky and has dark brown eyes. I mainly would talk to anyone, but my relitives. The guy laughed.

"You seem to be a bit funny sometimes. I'm going to be heading to Moscow what about you?" the boy asked.

"Should I be telling you that information seeing to how I don't even know your name," I said or more like stated. What does the guy take me as a fool? Ha why should I even bother in giving him that type of information to a stranger?

"Heh sorry about that Alex Taylor," Alex said offering me a handshake.

"Meh Amber Nguyen," I said taking his handshake. Alex's handshake was a bit tight, but I really didn't care. I faced worse handshakes like people actually trying to break my fingers.

"So are you going to be going to Moscow?" Alex asked.

"Yeah. My grandfather shipped me off to there because of my so called attitude," I sid with a smirk.

"Oh so you are the person I'm going have to live with. My grandmother wanted me to go to Moscow in the first place, but I wouldn't go unless she had a reason. She somehow got the reason of watching her friend's granddaughter so then I agreed since it was a better reason then all the rest," Alex said. I snorted. I have to be watched? I need to have someone watching over me? Me? The Great Amber Nguyen needs to get babysitted by a guy that's about my age which reminds me... I should also about his age.

"How old are you?" I asked.

"I'm 14 what about you?" Alex asked. HA! I am getting babysitted by a guy my age! Make me die laughing and send a 2 years old to watch me why don't you grandfather?

"Same," I replied. This is going to be a really long flight over to Russia to me. I can't wait for it to be over.

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