I am seriously on a roll with all of these fan fictions lately. Haha. Well here is yet another new fan fiction that will be an actual fiction and not a one shot.Bay City is set, obviously, in Bay City where my Beyblade OC Sabrina Wilson is exchanging to from her current residence in Australia. She meets lot's of new faces and challenges.
I'm not quite sure of pairings at this point but it could be later in the fic that there may be some pairings. I have gotten permission from my friend Smiffyizdabest to use her Bey OC Tari Hiwatari and also my friend Dragon-Mistress to use Tara Valkov.
Please do enjoy this fic because, hopefully, it will get better along the way!

Sabrina sighed in aggravation for the umpteenth time that afternoon as she stared blankly at the white board with messy green writing on it with a few opaque stains here and there. She had her eyes half-lidded at the board as she lazily scribbled the notes down in her note pad.

But in actual fact; she wasn't paying that much attention. Math bored her beyond all belief as the teacher explained it with a dopiness to his voice so draining that it could drain the water from the Murray River. Draining right?

She was half listening and half day-dreaming in her little fantasy world with dragons flying about, horses galloping and swishing their elegant manes and tails. And, for some strange reason, a wolf that roared and breathed fire. Very strange.

Sighing for the umpteenth time and one; Sabrina released her head from the palm of her hand and let it drop on her note pad, signalling her boredom and also triggering the attention of the teacher. She closed her emerald eyes and blew a small raspberry as she felt the teacher's footsteps vibrating towards her.

She felt the stench of his breath over her as she had her head on her note pad and facing the ugly cream wall of the classroom. She could hear the snickers from her classmates and could tell she was in for a finger wagging from her math teacher. Oh the annoyance.

"Miss Wilson. Would you kindly remove your head from your book and please pay attention! Not all math answers and chronology will be handed to you." He explained with his voice even more draining than before.

Sabrina opened her eyes and groaned. She sat up straight and pulled her head from her book. Dragging her eyes up slowly, she dreaded looking into the eyes of her annoying math teacher who couldn't solve a proper equation to solve his life.

She blinked lazily and shrugged. "My bad." She said softly and pouted when a ruler collided with her desk. She only knew what was going to happen now.

"Get your things and go to the office. I've had enough of your cocky attitude. Now get out of my class!" He fumed and watched the girl stand from her seat lazily and flick a few strands of silver hair from her face as she picked up her books and pen and proceeded to leave the classroom.

Sabrina shrugged off her classmates as they giggled and started to throw paper aeroplanes and paper balls at her and around the classroom. She ignored their lame antics and proceeded to the office to have her head bitten off by the vice principal.

Walking down the disgusting pale blue hallways, Sabrina didn't bother looking up and around. Who would want to look at this place while they were on their way to the vice principal's office? And by office we mean a small room in the corner of the corridor to send students when they needed to: Got to the toilet, have their attitudes put in check or needed a good finger wagging. Oh the joy.

Sabrina made it to the office and slowly knocked on the door and yawned. All of that math had almost put her to sleep. What was she to do? Oh wait, the door had just opened and she was being ushered inside.

A man opened the door and let Sabrina sit down before he closed the door and went behind the desk to sit in the comfortable leather swivel chair and take a good look at the girl. He was fairly dark skinned and seemed Asian. He had a friendly smile about his face as he beamed at Sabrina. "Ah, miss Wilson. What are we going to do with you?" He asked, a jolly tone about his voice.

Sabrina shrugged and placed her books on the desk in front of her and admired all of the little things that the vice principal had on his desk. "I have no idea, sir. But you know it's not my fault that math class is so boring." She told him and gave the man eye contact.

He shook his head and sighed at her. "You could at least try to act a little interested in his class, you know. If your did that then your grades would go much higher than they are now." He folded his hands together. "How are things at home, Sabrina?" He asked, the girl not bothering to express anything.

"Things are fine at home, sir. My mother is not beating me, hounding me or doing anything that she shouldn't." Every time Sabrina was sent here she was always asked about her home life. Did these people not know that her mother was busy working in an office with hers and her daughter's mouths to feed? They obviously didn't care.

The man chuckled and shook his head. "You were always made for comedy. Although stick to your art. It's what keeps you here, no?" He smiled when she shrugged and nodded. "Yes. Oh and I almost forgot." The man reached into the drawer of his desk and pulled out a sheet of paper. "This came yesterday from a small art society that gather together at the NGV. They were quite interested in meeting you from that brilliant acrylic painting you did of the woman and the Palomino Stallion." He beamed.

Sabrina gave the man a small smile and scanned the paper over. He was not cheating her or trying to take her along for any ride. This was a genuine document from the National Gallery of Victoria in the city. They wanted to meet her? She couldn't express how she felt for this.

She handed the paper back and blinked a couple of times to clear her confusion and surprise away. This was quite an amazing feat for her. "This surprises me. All this time I thought that my paintings were mediocre and incompetent." She grinned. "It's nice to know that those painting lessons have finally paid off."

The man chuckled at Sabrina's expressive emotions and placed the document on the desk. He beamed at her to let her know that he was ecstatic. "It's not every day we have a society group from the National Gallery asking to meet one of our students. Usually it's the other way around." He chuckled and straightened himself in his chair.

Sabrina scratched behind her head and felt her cheeks heat up slightly. Clearly she was blushing and trying to hide that fact. She'd never imagine that they would want to meet her and discuss her painting. She had only entered that contest because her art teacher said it would be a good experience.

She didn't win, though. She was beaten by an art student who was studying fine arts at a university. She didn't mind, though. She had seen the winning piece and was quite captivated by it. No wonder they were studying fine arts. Sabrina stifled a giggle.

She then looked up when the vice principal was writing on a slip of paper and reaching for the phone. "I'll need to phone your mother to inform her of what's happened." He explained to her and noticed how her expression changed from joy to discomfort. "I know you've been in trouble quite a bit, lately, from your math teacher. But you're just going to have to- Oh!" He exclaimed and beamed. "Mrs. Wilson. Yes this is Mr. Poon from Reservoir District. How are you? Good? That's good." He waited and continued.

"I have your daughter in here with me. She is in a bit of trouble with her math teacher and was sent down here to me. I haven't given her a punishment but I will let Sabrina off with a warning this time. Yes. Mhmm. That sounds good. Have a good day. Goodbye, Mrs. Wilson." Mr. Poon placed the phone back onto the receiver and looked up at Sabrina. "Like I told your mother; I will let you off with a warning this time. But only this time. If it happens again you'll have a detention to attend. Clear?"

He beamed when she nodded. "Good. Now I think it's time you packed up and went home. Have a think about what you've done and think of ways that you can improve on your misunderstandings with your math teacher." He then slid the document over to Sabrina. "I've also been in contact with the society from the National Gallery. They will be here tomorrow to review your picture." He smiled and waved to Sabrina as she collected her books and left the office to go to her locker.

Sabrina shut the door behind her and rest her books in the crook of her elbow as she made her way down the corridor and out into the breeze-way to put her books away and take her bag out to go home.

Mr. Poon wasn't as hard on her as the other times. But she knew that she was a good student by nature. She just hated math with a passion. And hate was a very powerful word, to the girl. She didn't like the teacher, she didn't like the equations, she just didn't like anything about math. What was the point for it? She was never going to use it.

She pulled her green and black bag from her locker and shoved her planner and sketchbook with her pencil case inside of the bag and zipped it up. She shoved her other books into her small, cube-like locker and shut the locker door and slapped her padlock back into the lock holes.

She shrugged her bag onto her back and shoved her keys into her front, left, pocket. The school pants that she was made to wear were horrendous. They were too big and baggy for her, which caused her to trip over herself an awful lot. She had to continuously pull them back up to her waist because they would keep sliding down.

The worst of it all was her school shirt. An ugly royal blue colour with an ugly gold logo that was meant to represent this dump of a school. What a joke! Since she had attended Reservoir District, she had been bullied and out ranked. Why? Because she had silver hair, emerald green eyes and she was a fine artist.

Every time her mother asked about the bullying Sabrina would tell her how it went and then her mother would always say: 'Sticks and stones, Sabrina. Just remember that they're jealous of what you have and they don't.' It was always the answer to bullying.

Sabrina could only sigh and walk up the road that would lead her to her house so that she could forget this entire day and just focus on tomorrow. She was being seen by a small society group from the National Gallery because of her artwork. Somebody actually wanted to see her because of her painting.

The stallion and woman she had painted wasn't meant to look realistic. It was her own style and that's how she kept to it. She didn't believe in making a painting look completely realistic. There would be no style to the artwork and then it wouldn't seem like any fun.

She had been told, when she first discovered that she had a talent, that her great grandfather from Alaskan heritage was an amazing artist and it had skipped two generations. It skipped her grandfather and her father. And now it was being passed down to her. It was an amazing feat to know this.

She had viewed her great grandfather's paintings and couldn't deny that he was an amazing artist. She was told, from her grandfather, that he would often just take some paints and some canvases up to a hill and paint the scenery before the sun went down for the day. Simply amazing, through Sabrina's eyes.

From then on; her great grandfather had been her inspiration and she kept at the thought and hope that one day she would surpass him in the arts. But she had a very long way to go. A very long way indeed. And hopefully tomorrow would prove to her that she could be just a great an artist as her great grandfather.

Sabrina looked up at her house as she walked up the driveway and to the front door. She pulled her keys out of her pocket and proceeded to push the key into the key hole and work it through the lock mechanism to unlock the door and let her inside.

She pushed the door open and pulled the key from the hole. She shut the door behind her and yawned loudly to the empty house. No one was home yet so she had the house to herself for another hour, or so.

At the moment, it was only her and her mother in the house. Her mother originally had a boyfriend but it was discovered that he was having an affair with her and that's when they had broken up. Sabrina didn't like him that much, truth be told. He was an alcoholic, he smoked and he knew every curse under the sun. It was quite frightening. Especially for a sixteen year old.

Sabrina walked to her room and dropped her bag on the floor inside of her door and turned on her television and then her PlayStation two. She opened the disc tray and took Okami out of its cover and placed it on the tray to load it into the game console.

Her favourite past-time, when she wasn't painting, was to play her beloved PlayStation. Okami was her favourite game because she just felt such a connection with it. Who wouldn't feel a connection to a game about a Sun Goddess named Amaterasu who was in wolf form and had to retrieve the thirteen Celestial Brush Techniques in order to vanquish evil? The best thing about the game, through her eyes, was that the game play had been done completely with a traditional Japanese water painting style.

She loaded her game from yesterday and continued on to fight Orochi, the eight-headed serpent for a second time. The first time she had fought Orochi was when she returned Ammy to Shinshu Field and then went down to the Moon Shrine to fight the evil serpent. And now she was preparing to fight for a second time.

Her fingers and thumbs flexed over the black controller as she used brush technique after brush technique and then got the heads drunk individually with the Purification Sake made from the sake brewer in Kamaki Village. She attacked the controller and beamed at her victory.

She was ready to go to the tower with Shiranui and Oki before her mother walked into her room. Sabrina paused the game and turned to her mother. She stood with her arms crossed and her hips firm. She wasn't very pleased with the girl and she knew it.

Sabrina sighed and stood from her bed and followed her mother into the kitchen; where they sat down to have a discussion about school and Sabrina's grades. This was not going to be a fun conversation. She knew that much.

Sabrina kept her eyes on the table surface and then looked up when she heard her mother drumming the tips of her nails against the table top. "I don't know what I'm going to do with you, Sabrina. Is this because you don't want to go to school? Why are you performing so poorly in your math class?"

Sabrina looked into her mother's hazel eyes and sighed inwardly through her nostrils. "It's not that, mum. I just don't like the class My math teacher doesn't know how to teach and every time I open my mouth to him he sends me to the office." She slapped her hand against her cheek and rest it there. "It's not my fault he doesn't like me." She said dryly and made a thin line with her lips.

Her mother sighed and rubbed her temples with her fingers as she absorbed her daughter's explanation. "I know it's not your fault, hun. But you have to make an effort. I know that you're being greeted by that society tomorrow, but please make an effort to present yourself." She told her daughter and swallowed. "I also need to…" She squirmed under her daughter's glance. "How would you feel about moving?" She asked.

Sabrina seemed quite taken back but she shrugged. "I'd say yes please. I've had enough of people sticking their noses up at me just because they don't know how to paint better than a chimpanzee. I'm tired of being teased because of my hair." She closed her eyes. "I just want to befriend someone who likes me for me." She finished and felt her mother's hand on hers.

"Well that's good." She smiled and looked down a little. "Because I've been offered a new job. Its still linked to the company I work for at the moment but I've just been promoted." This caused Sabrina to look up. "My new job is overseas." She blinked at Sabrina's wide-eyed stare. "Over in Bay City." She said.

Sabrina raised an eyebrow. "Where is Bay City?" She asked, not quite sure of these worldly destinations.

"In Japan." Her mother said slowly and smiled when Sabrina gasped. "I know how much you've always wanted to go to Japan and now we can. And we'll be living there as well. The company is paying for our plane tickets and also for our house. It's going to be the start of a new life for us, darling." She said and beamed at her daughter's excited smile. "We'll be leaving next week. So make sure that everything is packed. And I mean everything!"

Sabrina squealed and shook her head in excitement. Finally she was getting away from this hole! Finally she was going somewhere worth the money and expenses! At last. She stood up and sprinted to her mother and gave her a firm hug and a kiss to her cheek.

She then pulled away and scratched the back of her neck. "Guess I'll start on the vegies and dinner, then." She announced and walked to the small kitchen to prepare for dinner. Tomorrow was going to make her heart pound a million times faster in her chest when she would be brought before the art society. Things finally seemed to be looking up at long last.

The next day at school, Sabrina had dressed in smart clothes to present herself to the art society that were waiting for her in the main office. She had been seated in the foyer half an hour ago while they spoke to the school's principal about her grades and such.

Sabrina swallowed and dreaded the thought of the principal speaking of her poor math results and grades. She wasn't a mathematician but hopefully she wouldn't need math to speak to the society. She hoped, anyways.

She looked up when the principal stood at her door and ushered towards her with a wave of her hand. Sabrina stood up and walked into the office to sit down opposite the small group of artists. They seemed like everyday ordinary people. Just like her.

There was a man situated opposite her on her left with short, thick, tufts of auburn hair and brown eyes. He was fairly plump and had no facial hair about his face. He was clean shaven and appeared to be in his early thirties.

The woman directly opposite her had a very professional status about her features and face. She had curly red hair that framed nicely along her face and neck. She had cedar green eyes and a few freckles here and there. A pair of spectacles on a silver chain hung around her neck and they were folded rather nicely below her chest. She appeared to be in her late forties to early fifties.

The last person, on Sabrina's right, was a young woman with blonde hair and sapphire blue eyes. She also had a professional status about her look and didn't appear to look any older than thirty. She sat with her hands folded in her lap and maintained a professional look to her face.

The principal stood up from her seat next to Sabrina and bowed at the three before them. "Welcome to our humble school. This fine student," she directed their attention to Sabrina, "is Sabrina Wilson. She entered the woman with the horse in your little competition." She beamed as the middle woman nodded.

"Yes. And we were quite impressed at her talent." She turned her eyes to Sabrina and gave the girl a warm smile. "We were very impressed and we would like to buy your picture to put in the NGV. In a small section for student work." She told the girl, noticing the way she shifted her weight in the seat.

The man on the woman's right nodded and looked to Sabrina next. "Your detail and style is simply amazing. The brush strokes are nice and neat. You have given the image amazing proportion and perspective for the eyes to travel over the painting. But still maintaining that the woman and the horse are the main figures."

The woman on Sabrina's right smiled. "Your use of colour, tone and texture with the different brush strokes and such is quite amazing. You haven't left anything untouched or given any sloppy results." She nodded and turned to the centre woman.

"We have discussed with your art teacher, who advised you for this competition, of the pricing and we have come to a reasonable decision." She gave the girl her direct attention.

Sabrina blinked her emerald eyes and twiddled her thumbs unconsciously underneath the table. "So like, fifty dollars or something?" She asked, the woman instantly chuckling.

"No, no my dear." She beamed at the girl's innocence. "We have discussed the price and we have come to a decision." She then pulled out a form from her briefcase on the floor next to her feet and set it on the table with a pen. "Miss Wilson. We are prepared to offer you three thousand dollars for your painting."

Sabrina choked on her breath and gasped for air. Three thousand dollars? They really believed that her painting was worth that much? Sabrina breathed heavily for a couple of seconds before calming down and looking at the slip of paper that had been slid over to her for her to sign.

"This document is to verify that you will still hold copyright to the painting but we are merely displaying it. We will offer you the full amount in cash or cheque. Depending on which you would be comfortable to take. Please just sign on the line next to the 'x' and we can proceed." She beamed when Sabrina took the silver pen in her hand and read the document over, roughly.

She understood most of the terms and knew that she was getting into a good deal. She signed her name down next to the 'x' on the line and handed the pen back to the woman.

The woman beamed at the girl and stood up, with her colleagues, and held out her hand for Sabrina to take. "We will write the cheque before the artwork is handed over. The mounting and framing will cost nothing and will not deduct from your earnings." She smiled when Sabrina shook her hand slowly and thoughtfully. "We will journey with you up to the art facility to help to crate the artwork carefully into protective housing; which will be then taken to the NGV for professional mounting and framing. I assume you have signed the piece?"

Sabrina nodded at the woman and followed her up to the art room and looked over as her art teacher opened the door and ushered the group in. He smiled at the group and led Sabrina into the holding room where her piece was. It was a fairly large canvas which was a two man lifting job. One person on each side to help lift it so it would not drop and damage.

They followed the three artists down to the car park and saw a van with 'National Gallery of Victoria' written on the sides and the back of the van to prove that it was an official and legal vehicle. Sabrina, along with her teacher, took the canvas to the van and set it down gently. Her teacher took out an expensive SLR camera to snapshot the large picture.

She watched him take a few photos with the camera and then smiled when the woman wrote out a cheque and handed it to the girl. Sabrina read the cheque over and knew it was real. At least she wasn't getting robbed of her painting. She was content.

"Thank you very much. I am deeply honoured that you wished to buy this from me." She smiled and watched the three load the canvas, gently, into a crate and then seal it up and then push it into a wooden crate to protect it further.

The woman turned to Sabrina and smiled. "We are honoured to have such a picture in our gallery. Thank you so much for allowing us the chance to display it. I can assure you that it will have many eyes upon it." She beamed and patted the girl's shoulder. "You have a very bright future ahead of you, young artist." The woman then turned to the van and got in the passenger seat with the man in the driver's seat and the second woman in the middle seat; between the driver's and the passenger's.

Sabrina and her art teacher waved goodbye to the three as they waved back and drove through the car park to get onto the main road and then on their way to the heart of Melbourne. To the National Gallery of Victoria.

Sabrina sighed in contention and watched them until they were out of sight. She was certain that this money would help along with the stay in Japan. But how long they would be there was a complete blank. All she knew was that a new life awaited her in Bay City, Japan.

Well there is the first chapter! Whatcha think? Good? Bad? In between? I don't actually know if galleries buy paintings for that much from the artists but hey! This is a fan fiction and I guess whatever goes… goes.. Haha right? =P
Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you liked! Please do review and tell me what you think!

~SD