Chapter One

Beverly

Mashiro scribbled among his sketch paper. There new assistant arriving soon. The McDonald's crowded with people. The two mangaka's smashed together in a booth. The other side open for the newbie.

"Mashiro." Takagi whispered.

"Yeah."

"I'm just so damn excited."

Mashiro stopped and looked up at him. A smile reaching to his ears.

"Me too. I hope they're cool."

"Yeah. Maybe they have a strange hairstyle or maybe they own a barber shop!" Takagi shouted gleefully.

"Um.."

A girl in jeans and a black t-shirt stood there. Looking down to them. She wore purple clunky glasses. Dark brown hair surrounding her face; bed-head to be exact. Freckles splashed across her cheeks. Lazy green eyes seen through the lenses of such glasses. A black bag tossed over her shoulder. Her age well she looked much of a teenager, maybe a senior. Her legs long her breasts normal of a teenage girl.

"Oh Hi I'm Takagi!" He blurted.

He leaped from his seat immediately offering her his hand.

Mashiro silently estimated her.

"My name is Beverly. And before you say anything I know it's a English name."

Takagi gave a blank expression. Suddenly a grin rand across his lips.

"So you want us to see your manuscript first right?" He asked quietly; the grin still placed on his lips.

She quickly yet hesitantly pulled her bag into her hands. Shuffling through it. Her hand reemerged with a bundle of papers. She steadily handed it to Takagi.

He tossed it in front of Mashiro.

"You read it first I'm just to excited to read it."

She gave him a shocked face. Mashiro picked up the papers and read through them. His eyes growing wider

"Wow not bad! A lot better then you said you were!"

She immediately started waving her hands.

"I'm sorry was I not accurate on my review of myself. I'm sorry I'm just not to bright. Retard sitting her haha."

He looked up at her.

"Are you just being silly because this is professional work. Why would you want to be our assistant. You should be your own artist."

Takagi looked at him and suddenly snatched the papers. He ran through them with a awkward silence form the others around him. He slammed them own on the table.

"Beverly. I love it! And I want you working with us as you make your debut! I only have one question. Why did you leave America?"

She hesitated. Her words not coming out when suddenly a quiet tear slipped down her cheek.

"I'm kinda here to find my dream and to run away from my family."

"WHAT!"

Her hands went up again.

"I'm sorry I even said anything. Just pretend I never said anything."

"No. You should go back home." Mashiro states.

Sweat emerges upon her brow.

"I WILL not go home. I may be young, but I've always wanted to do this. My dream has been buried inside this whole time and now I'll finally get the chance to heave through it."

Takagi eyed Mashiro from the corner of his eye.

"I'm sorry if I'm a burden, but I refuse to go back to that small town."

"How old exactly are you?" Mashiro asks.

"I'm thirteen. Why?"

Takagi's jaw drops and Mashiro smiles.

"I figured as much. Stubborn like we were yet still a bundle of passion to fuel your dream."

"You've got the job." Takagi breathes.

She hugs him unexpectedly. He gives a strange expression. She pulls away giving a huge grin.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you! You won't regret this decision!"

Author Note: So Um... Hope you continue to read. This consists of mostly dialogue in the first chapter but as you get further in the dialogue kinda disappears. Hope you enjoyed and leave a comment. What do you think of the aspiring mangaka named Beverly?