Author's Note:
Hey! Sorry this is my first Beyblade fic. 'It's Beyblade!!!' (theme song) Anyway, my friend, Marochie is writing a fan fic that us apparently Mary- Sue-ish (according to her) and it's called 'Back From the Dead.' Please r&r that fic because Marochie is paying me for this ad.LOL! ( Anyway, on with the fic...(it's AU)
Mika stood up.
"Sir, sir!" she squealed impatiently.
"There is homework to be marked!" she squealed again.
Mr. Taharo got up from his chestnut brown desk.
"Yes Ms. Periolli," the teacher answered with as much enthusiasms as a toadstool.
"I believe that the new student is not here!!!" she squealed.
"Oh," Mr. Taharo said amazed that Mika was actually right.
"Well, maybe," Mr. Taharo looked down at the slip he had been given that day from the principal.
"Enrique Jiancarolo is being held up somewhere."
"But he can't be!" screamed Mika.
"I am his official tour guide!"
Mr. Taharo sighed.
"He will be here, do not worry Ms. Periolli," Mr. Taharo answered back.
"But what if he isn't?" challenged Mika.
Just then a blonde boy burst into the room.
"Sorry I'm late," he panted holding up his skateboard.
"Eeek!" squealed Mika.
She ran up to the blonde boy and hugged him.
She squeezed tight and squealed.
The blonde boy's eyes widened to the size of plates.
"Welcome to Chereton Secondary." she smiled.
Hey! Sorry this is my first Beyblade fic. 'It's Beyblade!!!' (theme song) Anyway, my friend, Marochie is writing a fan fic that us apparently Mary- Sue-ish (according to her) and it's called 'Back From the Dead.' Please r&r that fic because Marochie is paying me for this ad.LOL! ( Anyway, on with the fic...(it's AU)
Mika stood up.
"Sir, sir!" she squealed impatiently.
"There is homework to be marked!" she squealed again.
Mr. Taharo got up from his chestnut brown desk.
"Yes Ms. Periolli," the teacher answered with as much enthusiasms as a toadstool.
"I believe that the new student is not here!!!" she squealed.
"Oh," Mr. Taharo said amazed that Mika was actually right.
"Well, maybe," Mr. Taharo looked down at the slip he had been given that day from the principal.
"Enrique Jiancarolo is being held up somewhere."
"But he can't be!" screamed Mika.
"I am his official tour guide!"
Mr. Taharo sighed.
"He will be here, do not worry Ms. Periolli," Mr. Taharo answered back.
"But what if he isn't?" challenged Mika.
Just then a blonde boy burst into the room.
"Sorry I'm late," he panted holding up his skateboard.
"Eeek!" squealed Mika.
She ran up to the blonde boy and hugged him.
She squeezed tight and squealed.
The blonde boy's eyes widened to the size of plates.
"Welcome to Chereton Secondary." she smiled.