"Have you ever had the feeling that something had possessed your Beyblade,
messing up its every move? If you have, you are the perfect customer for
Madame Lumière! She will cleanse your beyblade of its ghostly followers,
and monitor your Beyblade dish for spirit activity! Call now, at 25-GHOST,
or 254-4678. Conditions apply." The small black and white TV blared on and
on, but the girl on the saggy couch didn't care. Life was pretty bleak at
the moment, what with her parents telling her that she was adopted, her
friends were taunting and abandoning her because of it, and no one would
let her be on their beyblader teams because she had a bitbeast and no one
else did.
A phone suddenly rang. The girl didn't have the energy, but got up anyway. "H'lo." She mumbled into the receiver. "Why! Hello!" a bright happy voice blared through the speaker. "Is this Sayuri Hirenshi?" it asked, and she was suddenly lifted out of her bored stupor "Yes, I am Sayuri, but first questions first, who are you?" she asked back, a little fazed "This is Mr. Dickenson, the BBA chairman. I'm wondering if you would like to join a team." Sayuri practically dropped the phone.
"Oh my God, is this for real?" she asked the man on the other end of the line. "Why yes, of course. By joining the team, you would have free accommodations and food, and also the finest of Beyblade competition!" he said brightly, "Wow! So I could just join the team right now and someone would come and pick me up?" "Well no, you have to have parental permission, of course. And I need to know your age." " Well… I'm fourteen, and, is a signature good enough for parental permission?" she asked, and he answered, "Of course! Just fax it to us at 289-5037!" "Ok, thanks! You'll be receiving it very quickly!" Sayuri hung up the phone and ran to her room.
"Weeeeeeeee!" she jumped up on her bed and ran around on it. "Finally! My big break!" her joyous voice reverberated off the walls. She jumped off her bed and ran into the living room, turning off the TV as she ran around the small space. "Yes! Yes! Tomorrow's Saturday! I can get Mom's signature, fax it, and pack, and get picked up on Sunday! Wait… a… second… how did he know my phone number?" her miniature high suddenly stopped short, and she walked into the mildewy washroom to brush her teeth.
"What if… it was only a prank caller… and what's my new team going to be anyway? This is really fishy." She thought, but then she remembered. "Nobody knows my phone number, it's unlisted. I guess he has secret spies somewhere. Wait, that's still a little fishy, but not as fishy as what went down at last year's World Tournament, when Kai defected to the Demolition Boys and stole bitbeasts." She continued getting ready for bed.
When she was done in the washroom, she ran down the brown-carpeted hall to her room. She looked at its familiar cracked neon green walls and her saggy bed covered by the mint green bedspread that her mom got for her at a Wal- Mart sale. She sighed. **Just think! In two days I can leave all this and become a beyblading star! I can't wait!** with that happy thought, she climbed into bed and grabbed a blue and pink beyblade off her bedside table. As she settled off to sleep, she spoke to her bitbeast Sayuri asked her she answered .
A phone suddenly rang. The girl didn't have the energy, but got up anyway. "H'lo." She mumbled into the receiver. "Why! Hello!" a bright happy voice blared through the speaker. "Is this Sayuri Hirenshi?" it asked, and she was suddenly lifted out of her bored stupor "Yes, I am Sayuri, but first questions first, who are you?" she asked back, a little fazed "This is Mr. Dickenson, the BBA chairman. I'm wondering if you would like to join a team." Sayuri practically dropped the phone.
"Oh my God, is this for real?" she asked the man on the other end of the line. "Why yes, of course. By joining the team, you would have free accommodations and food, and also the finest of Beyblade competition!" he said brightly, "Wow! So I could just join the team right now and someone would come and pick me up?" "Well no, you have to have parental permission, of course. And I need to know your age." " Well… I'm fourteen, and, is a signature good enough for parental permission?" she asked, and he answered, "Of course! Just fax it to us at 289-5037!" "Ok, thanks! You'll be receiving it very quickly!" Sayuri hung up the phone and ran to her room.
"Weeeeeeeee!" she jumped up on her bed and ran around on it. "Finally! My big break!" her joyous voice reverberated off the walls. She jumped off her bed and ran into the living room, turning off the TV as she ran around the small space. "Yes! Yes! Tomorrow's Saturday! I can get Mom's signature, fax it, and pack, and get picked up on Sunday! Wait… a… second… how did he know my phone number?" her miniature high suddenly stopped short, and she walked into the mildewy washroom to brush her teeth.
"What if… it was only a prank caller… and what's my new team going to be anyway? This is really fishy." She thought, but then she remembered. "Nobody knows my phone number, it's unlisted. I guess he has secret spies somewhere. Wait, that's still a little fishy, but not as fishy as what went down at last year's World Tournament, when Kai defected to the Demolition Boys and stole bitbeasts." She continued getting ready for bed.
When she was done in the washroom, she ran down the brown-carpeted hall to her room. She looked at its familiar cracked neon green walls and her saggy bed covered by the mint green bedspread that her mom got for her at a Wal- Mart sale. She sighed. **Just think! In two days I can leave all this and become a beyblading star! I can't wait!** with that happy thought, she climbed into bed and grabbed a blue and pink beyblade off her bedside table. As she settled off to sleep, she spoke to her bitbeast Sayuri asked her she answered .