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DISCLAIMER: I do not own Beyblade (wish i did) or Mean Girls (Wish...wish). I only own the idea of the story. Hope you understand. kk bye xx
I hope people get to read this because i seriously want people to enjoy the crap i write. Basically it's about Mariam joining a new school - a lot like Cady from Mean Girls. The storyline is similar to Mean Girls with a few of its signature lines being used. But its different characters, different bitch fights and different twists. Please enjoy bubs (: xx
I'd like to thank - bey-beyfan (for your comments and advice. DISCLAIMER ^ ^ ^ and nahhh i honestly don't think all homeschooled people are like that. It's just a stereotype and I didn't mean to offend anyone) and aquilatempestas (MY IDOL raaaahhh) .
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CHAPTER 2
FIRST CLASS/FIRST DAY
MARIAM
"Where's your teacher?" Mr Dickinson asked. He literally peered down at everyone. His voice was quivery, like santa claus. Except Santa Claus didn't walk around in a grey suit, with a grey moustache, wearing glasses which didn't fit him, but made him look even worse, which left me wondering whether this was a school, or an asylum. That was when a young, thirty-looking teacher walked through doors holding a mess in her arms. She dropped it on the table. "Okay, I'm late, but I brought Krispy Kremes!" Then she noticed Mr Dickinson. "Oh, hi there," she muttered.
Mr Dickinson straightened up and got straight to the point. "I just wanted to let you all know that we have a new student. She just moved here all the way from Japan," he stated with an uninteresting tone. I got the point. I guess, new students from Japan are really common at this place, which Hillary calls a "hellhole". It can't be THAT bad…can it?
The strange thing was, everyone's heads were turned in the opposite direction to me, and they were all looking at a girl with bright red (I think it's painted…) hair, and squinty eyes, which stood out boldly as she'd outlined her eyes what looked like liquidised charcoal one-too-many times. "I'm from Ohio, douches," she calmly replied. Wow, were all girls this rude at Beyshore? I was kinda starting to get what Hillary meant.
"...Beyshore," Mr Dickinson spluttered, "Her name is – Miriaam Fuji. Where are you, Miriaam?" I raised my hand and stood up. "It's pronounced May-ri-uhm," This obviously wasn't very fascinating to the rest of the class. They were all asleep. What a shame. They're missing out on their valuable education,"
"Apologies, dear, ahhh, you see I have a grandson called Anfernee…but he gets really annoyed when I call him Anthony. Almost as mad as I get when I think about the fact that his name is Afernee,"
The blonde teacher stepped and quickly said, "That's enough Mr D. You can leave now. I'll take the class from here. Welcome Mariam."
So class went by quickly…and soon enough it was time for first period.
TYSON
Hil and I totally tramped out of class. I'm the world champion so I don't have to worry about teacher's hating me. I mean, everyone loves me. I'm the world champion. No, everyone just thinks I'm a freak. You know why? It's 'cos all the people in this world are homophobic losers, who can't deal with the fact that I'm cooler than them. Damn right.
"So where you listed for first period," Hillary asked the new girl. I guess even Hillary gets frustrated that she has to hang around a gay bellyflopper all the time. I mean, we used to hate each other…we would be at each other's throats, ever since she started hanging around me, and the bladebreakers. I close my eyes…memories return
Ever since that messed-up battle against Brooklyn, it's been a waiting game. Waiting…for the whole of Japan to recover, and for the BBA to rebuild. It's been too fucking long. That's when Mr D. invited all the beybladers to join Beyshore High, so we could still compete and improve. All that did, was break everyone up. Everyone HATED each other. I HATED everyone. Everyone HATED me. That's how it was. All that loser – TALA's FAULT, for telling everyone. I trusted him…I trusted Kai.
I flutter my eyes open. Fuck the past. Go die in a hole. I was who I was. I was Tyson. I was gay. I was beautiful. I was the best blader in the world. I was Hillary's best friend, and I would always be there for her like she'd been there for me. "10th Grade Physical Education, in E-Block," the new girl nervously whispered. Hillary had one of those smirks. "That must be in the back building," she looked at me.
"Yeah," I nodded, "the back building. We'll take you,"
MARIAM
We sat on top of the hill where the BACK BUILDING used to be…before Rick Anderson and his gangsters burned it down. "Where's the back building," I asked looking around. Hillary cracked up. "It burned down last year,"
The late bell rang.
"Ummm…aren't we getting in trouble?" I asked nervously.
"If you show up late, that is," Hillary – better known as Hil relaxed.
"If you don't show up, no one gives a shit," Tyson smiled.
I guess I'll never know what I was missed on my first day at Beyshore.
ENRIQUE
Sex Ed. This would definitely be the highlight of today. I mean, this might be the one subject (other than music) that I'd ace. When it came to sex, no one could outclass Enrique. I should be up there teaching, I whispered to Mariah. Mariah blushed and batted her eyelids. Too easy, the girl's head was literally an empty flowerpot.
Coach Barthez cleared his voice. "Listen up! Don't have sex, because you will get pregnant and die. Don't have it standing up, don't have it in the car, don't have it in your wardrobe. Don't have it in the missionary position. Just don't do it, promise? Now everybody take some rubbers,"
Man…if I knew it would come down to this, I would have dropped P.E off my electives list. "Anyone want a live demonstration?" I shouted.
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Thank you soo much. Sorry this chapter is shorter and pointless...and not very funny. The next one will be though ;)
ILY from
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