The expensive-looking blue limousine was driven smoothly by a chauffer in a crisp, black suit. A slight smile tugged at his lips as the young girls in the back continued to laugh and joke amongst themselves.

Samantha Howard, the quietest of the five, was sitting at the far end, staring out the window. Her turquoise colored eyes held an expressionless look in them. She stared out of the window, only moving occasionally to either brush a strand of slightly curly brown and black hair out of her eyes, or to raise her hand in acknowledgement if one of her friends called her name.

The next girl, Sasha, had a much livelier nature than her friend. She was currently rummaging in her bag for lip gloss to put onto her already pink lips. Her dead straight black hair was pulled into a bun on top of her head with her bangs hanging loose, almost covering her crimson eyes. Her Bitbeast and guardian was Merle, a large raven with a brown beak, black eyes and emeralds on his wings.

Melissa was probably the brainiest of them all. She was rarely seen without a book in her hand, her glasses on her face covering her black eyes, or without her trusty laptop. At the moment, she was fiddling with her shoulder length auburn hair. She was the shyest of the group and hated meeting new people. Her friend Sasha continuously tried to draw her out of her shell, but never quite succeeded. Melissa's guardian and Bitbeast was Kea, a stallion with a ram's horns growing out of its head. It had rubies on its horns and could trample any opponent with sheer speed.

Cleo, short for Cleon, was Samantha's best friend and the most understanding of the Hex Girls. The two girls were very close, as Cleo was an orphan. She lived with Samantha just like the other Hex Girls, but was like a sister to her. The two girls even looked rather similar. Both had the same heart shaped faces and while the other girls had been affected by the sun of France, both Samantha and Cleo had kept their fair complexions. They were the same height, but had different hair colors and styles. Samantha's streaked hair was always down, covering her eyes. Cleo kept her red and brown hair in a ponytail, just letting a curl come across her forehead. Her Bitbeast and guardian was a wolf, Perro. He had two tails, and each tip had a shining sapphire on it. His eyes were shifty and violet, like hers. Her Bitbeast preferred a quick finish, rather than making her opponents suffer for challenging her, like Samantha did.

Squished next to Samantha, a girl with the sweetest smile and brightest pink hair you had ever seen was sitting. Mariah was staring at her brunette friend with a worried expression in her gold eyes. She had refrained from telling her that several teams from the BBA would be going to the same school as them. This included the Majestics, All Starz, Demolition Boys and the White Tigers. It seemed that their parents had complained to Mr. Dickenson about beyblading interfering with their studies. Needless to say, their parents got their way and all of them were being forced to go to school, save for a few All Starz who could easily have private tutoring.

"Well, we're here, ladies," said the chauffer cheerfully, coming to a halt outside the school doors. Samantha soundlessly opened the car door and got out. Sasha followed her and Melissa got out through the other end, with Mariah tumbling over seats behind her.

"Thank you, Johnson," said Samantha quietly, smiling at the white haired man.



He chuckled and tipped his hat to her. "Always a pleasure, Miss Howard," he said cheerfully. "I managed to convince your grandfather to come and pick you up today," he added. "He said your friends are more than welcome to join you."

"I won't be coming, Samantha," spoke up Mariah brightly. She grinned. "Ray and Lee are making me go home with them. Stupid, overprotective dolts." She shook her head.

Samantha nodded understandingly. "No problem," she said.

"Of course," said Johnson brightly. "Well, I'd best be on my way. Have a nice day, ladies." He bowed respectfully, but Samantha stopped him.

"Did you convince my grandfather to come here?" she asked. Normally, he was too busy for such things, even if he had always had time for her.

Johnson grinned rather shamefacedly. "Miss," he said respectfully. "I always do believe that family should never come after business. When I said so to the Master, he seemed to agree. I just had Robinson cancel all his appointments for this afternoon, on Master Dickenson's orders." he added.

Samantha smiled slightly and turned back to her friends. "Well, let's go."

Her friends obeyed her immediately. She had a kind, yet firm way of making people respect and listen to her. Her team were rather scared of her when she was angry, which was fortunately not often. The Abbey which she had trained at had been a strict one. If it hadn't been for a friend, she would probably never have survived.

She suddenly saw a quick flash:

A girl who looked like a younger version of herself was flinging a pillow at a boy, not much older. He had a blank look, as if all emotion had been wiped away from him. But his grey eyes danced with mischief as he grinned and got ready to fight back…

'Something wrong, my mistress?' asked her guardian and Bitbeast, Vera. Both normally communicated through their thoughts. Samantha always found her Bitbeast's voice relaxing, but not very welcome at the moment.

'Nothing,' she replied.

'But I sensed something was indeed troubling you,' persisted the creature. 'Perhaps I may be of assistance. Is this about your past?'

'Honestly, I'm fine,' Samantha was getting annoyed. 'It's just a stupid memory I had.'

'Very well,' the guardian sighed. Trust the spirits to put her with the most troublesome child ever. Probably no other guardian had such an uncooperative human to care for.

Little did she know, another Bitbeast in the same building was thinking the exact same thing…