Road Trip

Chapter One: First Stop....America!

New York, America, 5.15pm.

A young girl, no more than 16, stood in the doorway of the rather overcrowded waiting area of the New York City airport, surveying her surroundings as she looks for the luggage collection area. A blonde girl, roughly around the same age as the bluenette, tugged on her sleeve, indicating that she had found where the luggage collection area was situated. Leaning closer to her friend, she had to shout in order for herself to be heard. "What?! I can't hear you!"

The blonde placed her mouth near the bluenette's ear and yelled back. "I said, we have to go and get our luggage from over there!" Using her hand, she pointed across the mass of people to a long conveyor belt where a bunch of suitcases and bags went round and round until their respective owners arrived to claim them.

The bluenette, a Russian native girl named Rena Mikhailov, nodded in understanding at her friends words. The Canadian foreigner along with her, Ram McKay started to push her way through the crowd, muttering no apologies, relying on her arms to do the shoving. Rena followed closely behind, not wanting to lose her friend amongst this huge mass of Americans and other foreign travellers like themselves.

The two girls squeezed through a small gap in the queue to where the luggage was situated, quickly spotting their bags passing through the flaps and grab hold of them, dragging them to a much quieter location.

Ram breathed out a sigh of relief as she slumped down on a bench in a corner, fanning herself with her hands. "Fuck, I've never seen so many people in one place like that before. You feel like a sardine cramped in a tin with everyone else shoved up against you."

Rena sat down beside her friend brushing back the fallen locks of hair from her face. "What time is it, Ram?"

Ram lifted a pale, slender wrist and looked at the face of her watch. "It's 5.30pm."

Rena nodded. "Ok, we should head outside. The lady from the PPB centre, Judy Tate, is probably waiting for us by now."

Ram groaned and stood up again, tilting her head to the side until a small 'crack' is heard. "Ah, that's better."

Rena pulled a face at her friend and wrinkled her nose up. "Must you do that? You know I hate it."

Ram grinned at the Russian's facial expression. "Of course, especially if it bothers you."

Rena shook her head and sighed. "You need to get a hobby, besides trying to annoy me."

Ram grinned evilly. "Why? Annoying you is the best hobby there is."

Rena rolled her eyes at her friend. "Instead of your mouth moving, why not try your legs? We need to meet Judy."

Ram grabbed the handle of her bag and swung it over her shoulder. "Now, do I take that as a compliment or an insult?"

"Please take it as an insult.....but knowing you, it'll be taken as a compliment." Rena's hand curled around the long handle on her suitcase and she started wheeling it towards the entrance, looking around for the blonde researcher of the PPB centre.

Ram followed her through the crowd, sighing once again in relief once they were clear of the cramped mass of people. "How are we getting to the centre?"

"Mr Dickinson said we were going by bus." The Europeen looked around for a special BBA bus, spotting it and Judy a few hundred yards away from the door.

Judy smiled as she spotted the two young girls making their way towards her. "Hi, you must be Ram and Rena? I'm Judy Tate, head director of the PPB centre. This is the bus taking us back to the centre, so climb aboard and we'll be on our way."

Rena picked up her suitcase and climbed up the steps, sitting down near the front of the bus, next to the window as Ram sat in the seat across the aisle from her, wanting to sit by a window as well.

Rena looked over at her blonde friend. "What do you think the PPB centre will be like?"

"Well, I heard it's quite an athletic place....as long as we don't have to run a marathon...." Ram wrinkled her nose up in disgust at the thought of playing sports.

Rena grinned. "I doubt we'd be running a marathon.....but I wouldn't mind soccer.....people say I'm mean with a soccer ball."

"I hate most sports. I'd rather hockey with a lot of violence."

Rena laughed. "You and your violent sports."

"Their more fun. I can't help it. And in soccer, if someone kicked my shins, I'd kill them."

"You would, too."

"But then I'd get a penalty and be no good to the team."

Judy looked back at them with a smile playing on her lips. "Don't worry. We're not going to make you do any sport but beyblading here. We have to see how good you both are and if you can compete with our best teams."

Rena breathed out a sigh of relief. "That's good to know."

Judy smiled. "We'll make you follow their regiments so you can stay fit for our training and the rest to come."

"Alright." Rena nodded.

"That doesn't sound bad at all." Ram said, glad there would be no team engagement.

"No, it sounds good." Rena replied, looking out of her window and spotting the large beyblade shaped building nearby.

Ram looked out of her window from across the aisle. "That place is so weird looking."

Rena looked at Judy. "Is that the PPB centre?"

Judy nodded. "The building is perfectly shaped like the blades you spin with."

"It looks weird.....got something against the normal square buildings?" Rena inquired jokingly.

"We enjoy originality here. Everyone is unique." Judy replied.

"It just blows more money." Ram looked out at the centre again, still raising a slender brow at it.

"They must have a very generous donator." Rena said as a matter oh fact.

Judy nodded. "We do. Our research is costly but worth the price for such great results we've seen over the years."

Rena grinned. "We have our own bank account on this trip.....and it's called Mr Dickinson."

Ram smirked. "And there's no limit."

"Guess you could say he's -our- donator." Rena smirked back.

Judy smiled. "He is a generous man. He wouldn't waste his money, so we know that you girls must be worth it."

Rena sighed. "I hope so."

"I know so." Ram nodded for emphasis.

Rena nods in return and watches as the bus drives through the gates of the centre.

=End=

Did you enjoy that? I had fun writing it, and I don't get the inspiration to write often, so I make the most of it while I can. No flames please. Please review and let me know how you liked it. I would like 10 reviews before I upload the second chapter. It will be written and ready to go for when the review number hits 10.