LONG not from Author: Yet another Beyblade story... *dum dum dum* It's
mostly for those who have ever seen or watched Beyblade V-force. Yes, tacky
name, but I think its good so far.(is in a land were not many animes are
on...What a shame.) u.u yes, it's true. I live in Canada so beyblade V-
force is still on. so for those who have already gone through the whole
second season, ignore the fact that the story takes place through only the
first half of the season. And remember the fact that I do not own beyblade
in any way, or the fact that I like flames. (Yes, I laugh at them.) I do
also like reviews, and would very much appreciate them and fanfiction.net.
(I do not own that either...)
Man that a load off my back, ^-^ sorry for droning on like that. So enjoy
the story and, if you do, I thank you for your reviews! LOTS!
Baii
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Loving Him and Hating You
Prologue
I hate him! Hilary thought, walking down the street between sobs. W-why dose he has to be such a jerk? Her mind flashed back to the emotional memory. She tried to think of the nastiest sentence to put him in words. He's.He's such a jerk! Drops of her tears fell to the ground. Nah, that sentence wouldn't work. It wasn't very nasty. She shook her head, giving up on words for him. She thought back to the argument.
Hillary and Tyson stood facing each other and glaring eye to eye. "Tyson I'm just saying that Kenny's right and that you should practice more on your speed!" Hilary said through gritted teeth. "What do you know Hilary? You're just some ugly-faced girl who doesn't know a thing about beyblades, or has one! Now why don't you just go do your stupid girly things, and get out of our faces!" Tyson shouted at the top of his lungs. Hilary's face looked very expressionless for a second, then, it went to shock, to anger, and then to what looked like sadness. She had felt her eyes fill with tears. There was total silence from the five bladebreakers, and the girl. The silence was broken when Hilary spoke. "Tyson. You-Y-You're such a jerk!" She had shouted, before running past him.
Hilary sighed, wiping her tears. She had seen the look on Tyson's face; it was a mixture of hurt, anger, but mostly confusion. Maybe he was confusion because he didn't understand why she was crying, or that he had gone too far? She had felt deep in her heart, that he had meant what he said about 'getting out of their faces' and that she was 'ugly'. He had never told her that she was ugly, maybe he had kept to himself. That's it...he hates me. Maybe I should stop following them around. The other probably hates me too. Hillary thought of this in despair and depression. She had never really made friends because she had only showed her snobby and bossy attitude toward people. She hated being left out of things, and people who whispered about her behind her back. and back stabbers. She suddenly stopped, her fists clenched and her eyes covered by her soaking wet hair. The rain had died down, along with her tears. That's what he is. She thought with sheer anger. She snapped her head up to the sky and shouted: "Tyson, you're a back stabber and I hate you!" She sprinted on, not caring that her white skirt splashed with dirt as she stepped past the mud puddles. She had run with such speed that she suddenly bumped into someone. They seemed like a statue, solidly placed on the ground and not moving. Instead of the person, she was the one who fell down. A firm hand was held out to her as she looked up. She blinked. "Are you okay?" asked a strong but cold voice. It was Kai.
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Author: *gasp* Surprised!? nah, I knew you weren't. So there's the prologue. WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT?? you'll have to find out, soon! ^-^
Loving Him and Hating You
Prologue
I hate him! Hilary thought, walking down the street between sobs. W-why dose he has to be such a jerk? Her mind flashed back to the emotional memory. She tried to think of the nastiest sentence to put him in words. He's.He's such a jerk! Drops of her tears fell to the ground. Nah, that sentence wouldn't work. It wasn't very nasty. She shook her head, giving up on words for him. She thought back to the argument.
Hillary and Tyson stood facing each other and glaring eye to eye. "Tyson I'm just saying that Kenny's right and that you should practice more on your speed!" Hilary said through gritted teeth. "What do you know Hilary? You're just some ugly-faced girl who doesn't know a thing about beyblades, or has one! Now why don't you just go do your stupid girly things, and get out of our faces!" Tyson shouted at the top of his lungs. Hilary's face looked very expressionless for a second, then, it went to shock, to anger, and then to what looked like sadness. She had felt her eyes fill with tears. There was total silence from the five bladebreakers, and the girl. The silence was broken when Hilary spoke. "Tyson. You-Y-You're such a jerk!" She had shouted, before running past him.
Hilary sighed, wiping her tears. She had seen the look on Tyson's face; it was a mixture of hurt, anger, but mostly confusion. Maybe he was confusion because he didn't understand why she was crying, or that he had gone too far? She had felt deep in her heart, that he had meant what he said about 'getting out of their faces' and that she was 'ugly'. He had never told her that she was ugly, maybe he had kept to himself. That's it...he hates me. Maybe I should stop following them around. The other probably hates me too. Hillary thought of this in despair and depression. She had never really made friends because she had only showed her snobby and bossy attitude toward people. She hated being left out of things, and people who whispered about her behind her back. and back stabbers. She suddenly stopped, her fists clenched and her eyes covered by her soaking wet hair. The rain had died down, along with her tears. That's what he is. She thought with sheer anger. She snapped her head up to the sky and shouted: "Tyson, you're a back stabber and I hate you!" She sprinted on, not caring that her white skirt splashed with dirt as she stepped past the mud puddles. She had run with such speed that she suddenly bumped into someone. They seemed like a statue, solidly placed on the ground and not moving. Instead of the person, she was the one who fell down. A firm hand was held out to her as she looked up. She blinked. "Are you okay?" asked a strong but cold voice. It was Kai.
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Author: *gasp* Surprised!? nah, I knew you weren't. So there's the prologue. WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT?? you'll have to find out, soon! ^-^