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Chapter 1

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Mr Dickinson and Judy Tate were seated in Mr Dickinson's office. The office was fairly big. The walls were brown and the floor was wooden. There was a mahogany desk in front of the huge window. There were filing cabinets all over the place. There was a sofa by the door and the desk was cluttered with paper.

Mr Dickinson had just had a call from the Bladebreakers saying they were giving up beyblading as they had found something else more interesting: Street Racing.

He called Judy over to discuss this Street Racing. Surely the bladers, now racers, were not old enough for this sort of thing.

"Is there any way we can stop this?" Judy asked. "I mean, it must be illegal."

"It is but it might be fun to watch," Mr Dickinson said, rubbing his chin in thought.

"Mr Dickinson! We shouldn't encourage them!"

"Let's watch just one race." He smiled. He stood and led Judy to the door. They headed downstairs and Mr Dickson told the lady behind the desk he would be out for the rest of the day. They got into Judy's car and drove off.

"You could do this, Judy," Mr Dickson said. She tutted and carried on driving.

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A yellow Lotus Elise screeched into the makeshift garage that was set under the Blitzkrieg Boys house. Tala skidded sideways dramatically and got out. The paint work on the car was all scratched up and there were dents here and there. The front window was smashed but Tala still managed to drive perfectly...sort of.

Spencer took his head out of Bryan's car bonnet and turned to see who was screeching around behind him. He wiped his hands on an old rag that was sitting on the side of the car and frowned at the now messed up car.

"Tala, you only got that car this morning," Spencer scolded, slamming the rag down in its place.

"I was just breaking it in," Tala defended himself. He patted the roof and slammed the door.

"And denting it in. That will take me ages to sort out!"

"I'll do it then!" Tala folded his arms across his chest and closed his eyes.

"Yeah, like I'm going to let you anywhere near the tools and paint."

Tala shrugged and headed upstairs to let Spencer get on with fixing up his car. Spencer sighed and closed the bonnet of Bryan's car. He went over to a medium sized metal shelf and got looking for the right colour for the car. Once he had the right colour he went over to get the right tools for banging out the dents.

Starting to work on the car he heard another car screech past. This is not a good idea, Spencer thought.

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Four cars were parked outside the dojo, gleaming in the late morning sun. One was a black Golf R32, the second was a green and orange 1970 Dodge Charger R/T, the third was a bright green Porsche 911 3.2 and then last one was a grey and blue Aston Martin DB9.

Tyson skipped out of the dojo to go and admire his new car. He was only sixteen but being a street racer where were the rules?

He stood in front of it and then shouted, "Kai!"

When there was no reply he took his key out of his pocket, unlocked the car and then hit the hooter three times. "Kai!" he shouted again.

The dojo door open and out came Kai red in the face and ready to hit anything that got in his way. Tyson turned and grinned at his crew leader.

Kai got right into his face and asked, "What?" in the most deadliest tone he could muster.

"Teach me to drive," he said, "please?!"

Kai sighed. "Later."

"Now!" Tyson glared and Kai glared back.

"Fine," Kai sighed defeated. He wasn't in the mood for a glaring match. He went back into the dojo and grabbed his keys. "Get in my car," he said, unlocking his own.

"Yeah!" Tyson screamed. He locked his car and put the keys in his pocket. He got into the passenger side and put his belt on. Kai got in and started the engine. He slammed his foot down and screeched out of the garden. "Oh, Kai, Grandpa's gonna kill you for spraying mud up the dojo."

"Hn," he huffed.

"Where're we going?"

"You'll see." Kai smirked and peeked over to Tyson's now slightly scared face.

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"Ming-Ming!" Brooklyn shouted. "Get off my car!" He stormed out of the house the BEGA crew were all sharing and out into the street to drag Ming-Ming, who was draped over his car bonnet, off.

"Why?" she asked, in her sweet voice. "This is a good fashion pose." She spread herself over the bonnet a bit more and leaned back on the windscreen.

Brooklyn was practically seething by this time. "Get. Off. Now! You'll scratch it!"

"I don't understand why men are so in love with these stupid things!" Ming-Ming huffed.

Just at that moment an Aston Martin screeched to a stop. Kai rolled his window down with a push of a button and said, "You know, Brooklyn, you really should watch where you drive. She looks dead."

"Shut up, Kai!" Brooklyn bristled.

Ming-Ming giggled and said, "Loving the car, Kai."

Kai growled and made Tyson roll the up window. They sped off leaving a twenty metre skid mark.

Ming-Ming sighed and got off the car to go inside and get something to eat. "Boys and their toys," she huffed.

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Emily walked around the four cars that were in a huge white room with massive lights. The lights reflected off the cars like they were on show. But these cars weren't. They were being analysed and checked by Emily. She had a clip board in her hand and she made noises of approval every now and then. She ticked off boxes and wrote down improvements.

"Emily?" Michael called from up the stairs. "You down here?"

"Yes, Michael," Emily answered. "What do you want?"

"I want to drive my car." Michael reached the bottom of the stairs and strode over to lean on the bonnet of his car. "You know, break it in."

Emily sighed and carried on examining the cars. Michael ran a finger along the car lovingly. "What are you writing?" he asked, after a while.

"Some improvements," she said, writing down the size of the tyres on Eddy's car. "We could change some of the performances on Rick's Mustang. Would you like a different colour because that orange is disgusting?!"

"I like it!" Michael defended. "I might change it one day but today is not the day! Hey! Since when did I have M1 one the bonnet?"

"Since we got it. I decided it needed something different because it looked to plain." She scribbled something else down and walked over to Michael.

"Well I admit it looks good." He ran a hand over the huge letter and number and nodded.

"Yes, well, if you don't mind, I'm gonna be busy for the rest of the day," she said. "And I don't want to be disturbed.

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Next chapter will have the Barthez Battalion, the Majestics and White Tigers.

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