Bey City is nice, I guess. It's your stereotypical big city. Busy, crowded and fast-paced. My parents decided to move into a condo in the middle of the city, so that Dad can be close to work and that we can be close to everything convenient. Heck, we lived close to a metro station, which is cool to get around the city.
Our new place is nice too. It's really different from the old house we had. It was smaller but more spacious since it was an open-air concept. We had 2 baths, 3 bedrooms, open kitchen and living room. It was very modern and minimalistic, very city like. My bedroom was a lot bigger here too, so I guess I can't complain.
My parents went all out for this move. They bought new furniture, new appliances, and new decoration… They weren't kidding about a new adventure. It almost felt like an HGTV show. But they were happy, and that's what mattered. Even though they've been married for a long time, they almost never had time to be together until now. I can see why they were so happy about moving. I wish I felt the same about it…
Moving right before my last year of high school is truly horrible. I'll be a total outsider at my new school. No friends, no experience, no knowledge of the place… Yeah, I'm looking forward to it.
My parents did take extra careful measures to find me a new school. They narrowed it down to this private school in a rich neighborhood in the city.
'' Are you guys sure you want me to go there? '' I asked, worried about the cost of tuition.
'' Oh honey! Don't worry! We want you to be happy here! This school is great, you should see it! '' Mom said.
''It's one of the best schools in the country, baby,'' Dad continued '' they have a good curriculum and have tons of extracurricular activities.''
''And they have this adorable uniform!'' Mom added.
I guess she's right. The rich emerald blazer with red trimmings and gray skirt with the matching red ribbon are a pretty good color theme. It also came with a cardigan the same color as the blazer. I feel like this will be my favorite item of the bunch.
When it was time for me to go to school, I was surprised how easy the commute was from my place to school. 6 metro stations away. As I walked out of the stations, large cherry blossoms frame the wide street. Students with the same uniform as I'm wearing were all heading in one direction. They all look so posh, wearing fashionable shoes and with matching designer bags as school bags. They also have the same snooty rich kid look on their faces. It was no mistake; I was going to attend the same school as them. I feel like I'm already standing out. Yes, I'm neatly dressed and I'm clean, but they just look so radiant compared to me. I can feel that I just scream ''commoner''. Following the crowd of students, I stand tall, walking as confidently as possible.
The path leads to a beautiful silver front gate, followed by an equally beautiful courtyard, leading straight to the entrance of the school. The school is gorgeous and grand; it looks like an old Victorian mansion, the stone wonderfully polished and the windows large and wide. Mixing in with the mass, I quietly enter the school and start looking for the reception. The foyer was just as grand; there was a huge staircase, followed by 2 different paths to lead to 2 wings of the building. There are also stairs leading downstairs. Off to the right side, I can see a glass room that looks like some sort of reception, showing a desk and many students inside, speaking with the staff, I presume.
I enter the room, sounding a bell attached to the door. As the sound resonates, an elderly lady at the desk looks to me and greets me.
'' Hum, yeah Hi! I'm a new student here… I'm not sure where to go or where to start?''
''No worries my dear,'' she said in a soft tone '' just take a seat in the sitting room and I'll ring up your new homeroom teacher.'' She picked up the phone, dialing a code while she waved her hand showing me where the sitting room.
I went to sit down in the adjacent room where there are plush armchairs and magnificent chandelier. There are also different photos throughout the years of the school. I studied them as I waited for my teacher.
''Hello,'' A deep voiced called out.
A man greeted me inside the room. He is tall, has light hair and has quirky small round glasses.
'' My name is Professor Aberdeen, how are you? '' his hand reached out to take mine.
'' I'm fine, thank you'' I accept and return his handshake.
''Well, I'm very surprised about all of this. It's rare for this school to have a transfer student''.
'' Well, things happen I guess''.
''You're right,'' he answered ''let us go to class. Everyone is very excited to meet you. Like I said, this is a very rare occasion for all of us''.
Yeah… Sure they are…
We walk up that grand staircase, through many corridors before arriving in front of the class. As Prof. Aberdeen opens the doors, I can hear the scraping of chairs of students getting up. As we walk in, they're all standing straight and poised, looking right at me.
''Thank you for your patience, class,'' Prof Aberdeen started ''as I said, this is your new classmate who just transferred. Please, make her feel welcomed and treat her well.''
''Thank you, I'm looking forward to meeting all of you and to discover this school'' I said shyly to the class in front of me.
''Now, where to sit you down…'' the Prof wondered, looking out into the room.
He spotted an empty desk beside a young man on the far right side of the class, who has a very stoic and serious look on his face.
''Ah! I think I'll sit you beside Mr. Hiwatari. He's been alone in that corner for long enough! Go ahead, make yourself at home. ''
I slowly, but confidently walk down the aisle of students, receiving different sort of looks from them. As I reach my new seat, the boy looked quickly towards me from the side but said nothing, still serious.
''Alright everyone, we can sit down and starts today's lesson.''
In unison, everyone sits down. I try to be as fast as them, but the sound of my chair is clearly off compared to the others.
''Oh, if you don't mind Mr. Hiwatari, would you mind showing your new comrade around school today during breaks?'' The teacher asked before turning to the board.
I earn another sideway glance from said guy, but nothing is said.
The bell rings through the building as the first period ends. As I was writing a due date for an assignment in my planner, I turn towards my new classmate to see what he had planned for me for visiting the school.
Alas, I think he doesn't give a shit about the teachers' request because all he does is get up from his chair and leaves the class swiftly, not even giving me a glance.
''Yeah, sure'' I whisper in a harsh tone, staring down the door he went through ''just ignore the new kid, leave them to fend for themselves''.
''Don't mind him! He's like that to everyone.'' A soft, deep voice said
I look to my right and find a tall, lanky boy turned towards me. He has the desk to my right. He has light orange hair, with tiny little freckles on his face.
''I guess that's what happens when you're a Beyblade champion'' He added, grinning sweetly at me
'' A Beyblade champion?''
''What? You don't know? That's Kai Hiwatari! He's the 2nd best blader in the World!'' He almost screamed, surprised that I didn't know who my desk buddy was.
''Ehhh, sorry… I don't know much about Beyblade and all that stuff.'' It's true. I don't follow the sport at all, so I have no idea what it is. I know it's about battling spinning tops, but that's about it.
''Yikes! Well, you're in Bey City now; you'll have to get used to it. This is the home of the BBA, of Beyblade itself.'' He said, almost scowling me.
'' Haha I guess…''
''By the way, my name is Simon,'' he introduced himself ''and welcome to our school. If you'd like, I can show you around instead''.
'That would be great, thanks.''
The next 2 periods flew by pretty quickly. And in between the two, Simon got the chance to show me where the cafeteria, the library, the gyms and the theater were. All the while, this Kai guy still hadn't acknowledged me.
''So, does he ever talk?'' I ask Simon about Kai over lunch at the cafeteria.
'' Yeah, he talks, just rarely. He's the quiet mysterious type.'' He picked at his food, looking bored.
'' Obviously.''
''He's really popular. For his title and his looks. '' He looked up.
''Yeah, I imagine that he has tons of fangirls.''
'' Ha! There's a Kai Hiwatari fan club at this school'' He said rolling his eyes, discouraged about it.
''No way!''
''Way… I'm surprised they haven't approached you yet. They're probably going to bombard you with threats…'' He dropped his fork and started to imitate one of the said fangirls in a mock high pitch voice ''Hey you, new kid! Don't get close to our man, he's ours!''
''Nice one, Simon! You could pass for one of them!'' A boy's voice called out behind me.
A tall strong built guy with dark skin and dark hair came up to us and sat beside me.
''Say's the one who's actually a huge fan of the said guy '' Simon replied to the other, snickering.
''Shut up, dude! All beybladers look up to Kai. He's one of the best, after all.'' The guy exclaimed proudly '' By the way, who's that? '' He added, looking at me.
'' New transfer student. She's in my class. She sits beside Kai in class. '' Simon answered.
''Seriously? Lucky! Kai's cool, right? '' The newcomer asked me,
''He's alright, I guess? I just met him.'' I answer hesitantly, not wanting to offend anyone.
''That's my friend Aiden, by the way, '' Simon said, mentioning towards the newcomer '' he's in another class and as you can tell, he's a huge fan of Kai Hiwatari.''
''Sorry, that was rude of me, '' Aiden holds out his hand for me to shake, smiling ''nice to me you.''
'' Nice to meet you too.'' I shake his hand, returning his smile.
''Yeah, I'm a fan of his,'' Aiden started ''I'm a beyblader myself and I can only dream of having ½ of his skill and talent… I can only look up to him.''
''Here we go again…'' Simon rolled his eyes
'' I dream of battling him one day… But alas! He doesn't blade anymore!'' Aiden exclaimed dramatically.
''Why's that? '' I asked Aiden curiously, genuinely interested in his story.
''He quit beyblading after his last battle with Brooklyn from BEGA!''
''What?'' I'm officially confused.
Suddenly, the bell rang, signifying the end of lunch.
'' Don't worry,'' said Simon, getting up from his seat, retrieving his tray '' It's a Beyblade thing. You don't have to understand.''
Sure, I don't have to understand, but I can't help to be curious about it.
