What happens when you are surrounded my boring people, no wi-fi, no laptop but have a gtab that saves your life? You look through all the files on it and find that out of all your stories only two are there (at least that's what I did). I went ahead and actually wrote a chapter each for them. So proud of myself! Also, just warning, as these are typed on the gtab they must be filled with mistakes. Be an angel and ignore them, ok?
Snakes and Ladders
Chapter 11
Joanne looked at her friends and siblings with a slight frown. Did they believe what she had just told them? Josephine did, she knew, but mainly because she had seen it happen. Max didn't. It was clear from his face. Being a stark realist, he wouldn't want to believe such things. Ray, looking slightly concerned about Joanne's mental condition, was giving the typical sensible-mother-looking-at-poor-delusional-child/invalid look. Tyson believed her, that was sure. He was currently looking at the pocketwatch with a solemn face, waiting for it to jump and bite him, no doubt. Kai's face was unreadable as usual. Joanne looked away from his face very quickly. It gave her the creeps.
She picked up the pocketwatch, which had gone silent since its last burst of power, laid it on the floor, took Max's blade and charged it at the dumd (literally) pocketwatch. Everybody in Mr. Dickenson's living room gasped waiting for the crunch of Draciel crashing into the old metal of the watch, shattering it ibto pieces. It never came. Instead, golden light emitted by the watch pushed it back with such force that Draciel rebounded towards the window and crashed right through it.
"What's happening, fellas?" came Granpa's high voice from the garden. Within minutes, which gave Joanne enough time to pick up the pocketwatch and stash it away as well as smile smugly at her friends, the two men had entered the livibg room.
"What the f*** just happened?" Max muttered.
"Now, young man, don't try to wrigle out of this. You broke Dick's window while blading. You pay for it," Granpa said simply.
Mr. Dickenson, however, intervened, "My dear boy, there is no such need. I can see it was an accident. No problem at all."
Max was so shocked, a shock that was mirrored on all the children's faces, that he nearly forgot to say thank you and sorry.
The ride back home was a most talkative one as the everybody now demanded more detailed explanations, since they now believed in the watch's true magic. The nicest thing, next to Granpa putting on his earphones and leaving the children alone, was the fact that the watch actually talked.
"Bad luck, children, bad luck. That's what I am. You'll regret having tried to attack me, Joanne but as of now I am tempted to forget it and pass it as a hysterical influence on your brain."
Joanne snapped, "Believe me, I never felt saner."
"Shush, sissy. Tell me, pocketwatch, why are you sticking with Joanne? I mean why not go somewhere else, bug someone else?" broke in Josephine.
"It is not my choice. She is the keeper. The curse is in her blood. As it is in yours."
Max drew in his breath, "It runs in our family?"
The watch just gave a hearty chuckle in response. "Yes, as it will run in the veins of your friends if they put up with me sometime longer."
Tyson, true his dramatic nature, dropped the watch to the floor of the car.
"Then how do we get rid of you?" asked Ray, sounding very, very not-approving.
"I think, you have got to seal the keeper. Very messy process. Lots of blood and gore. Even then, its never actually worked. I am a SURVIVOR!" The happy cackle was interrupted as Kai took the watch from Tyson's hand and wordlessly, closed it.
Josephine scowled. People were making too much noise! She tried to ignore and get back to the wonderful dream she had been having, eager to know what happened next.
Another scream...
Josephine sat up. Somebody just signed their deathwish, she thought.
It was Tyson, no surprises, accompanied by a very harassed looking Kai who saw her and gestured at a hair tearing Max and shocked Ray.
Forgetting her murderous intent, she asked, "What happened? Poisoned gas? Hysteria? Is it that watch again?"
Surprisingly enough it was Kai who answered, "Daichi has broken his leg. Kenny has joined All Starz. The rules practically disqualifying us from the Beyblade Championship. Letter just arrived."
Josephine looked at the open letter dropped carelessy on the floor. Torn between sympathising and easing her curiosity she sighed and walked over to Ray and her stupid brother, picking up the letter in the process. Tenderly, she drew away Max's hands away by saying, "You'll ruin that hair, honey."
Max did not smile but did stop tearing his hair. "Ray," asked Josephine in a soft voice, patting his shoulder, "are you ok?" Dumb question to ask, she knew, but what else? Max got up and silently walked out. Not getting a reply from Ray, Josephine began to read the letter thinking, Who died? The ltter went as follows-
Dear Bladebreakers,
Seeing the current increase in the number of beybladers all over the world, the WBA has decided to register teams of six bladers plus coach and mechanic. It is repeated that ONLY teams of six people will be registered. According to the new rules, each team will consist of two sub-teams, who will play matches in a an alternate manner. Winner is chosen by best of three, as before. A point will given each time a sub-team wins. The top two teams from each category qualify for next round-blah-blah-blah-the usual nonsense, thought Josephine, as she read ahead skipping over many of the parts.
Completing it she asked Kai, who seemed to be the only hearing-gifted person in the universe, "So, your friends left you all but you can still ask someone else to join you. After all, i am sure, there are millions out there dying for a chance to play with you!"
"What you missed, Sherlock, was that the competetion starts tomorrow. Where do we get some one good enough in such short notice? Today's the last day register. We can ask any of the rookies in town but then we wouldn't be able to go further than the knick out round. Its hopeless," Kai sounded pretty depressed himself.
"Wow! That's the most I have heard you say," Jospehine said after staring at him for a few seconds. Kai scowled. "Anyway," she continued, "I know you'll think of something, Kai. Where's Joanne?"
"I don't know and I don't care," he growled before going outside.
"I guess its just then," Josephine turning to Tyson and Ray only to find none of then in the dojo.
After getting dressed up in record time she went about hunting Tyson. The first place she checked was the kitchen and no surprises! There stood a doleful Tyson eating a whole tub of chocolate ice cream.
Taking a spoon she sat down opposite Tyson and thanked her sagittarian stars that she was so good at talking. "Tyson, stop. I want some too. Quit making that horrible face." Not even geting a grin she pressed on, "Is that it, then? All it takes to bring down the great Bladebreakers is a bunch of backstabber friends and a letter? Seriously, I thought you were capable of more. In fact, i can't believe that you actually got up so early because of this. Don't you want to be champion anymore?"
Tyson stood up, his chair falling with a crash, "The hell! Of course I wanna be and I will be. Mark my words, I'll make this happen somehow."
"Then show me that you can," smiled Josephine.
Tyson stood there taking in huge draughts of air. "Kai, Ray, Max! I got-" he ran out with renewed energy and his usual cocksure self restored.
Jospehine smiled and shook her head, getting up to follow the hyperactive idiot. Bipolarity=Tyson.
"Get outta my way, beauty," he rushed in and took of with the ice cream tub. Seriously, Josephine thought, this guy needs medication. Oh well!
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