A/N: ok, here's the part where I tell you all about the most important part
of my story! What the Blade Breakers wear in it!! Okiez, Max, Rei, Tyson,
and Kenny are G-Rev; Hilary wears a medium blue jeans skirt with a white
edge, that comes to a sort of pointy thing in the front and back, a white
tank top, and an orangey pinky short sleeved over shirt. Kai wears baggy
blue pants (baggy at the ankles too), black boots as usual, his scarf, a
black tank top, and his short black gloves. And then the others, I'll tell
you as they come up, but those ones are constant unless otherwise
specified. I probably won't specify otherwise though. It's taking place...
um... about 2 years after V-Force, which means, according to me, that the
ages are as follows: Max: 15, Tyson: 15 and ½, Rei: 16, Kai: 16 and ½,
Hilary: 15, Kenny: 14.
Disclaimer: this will go for the whole story: I own the plot, Rockie, Missa, Kuri, Lyric, Trika, Drayera, and any other bit beasts I make up (I'm not sure if I'll make them or not yet). I suppose if there are any other things, I'll mention them. But anyway, that's all I own. Carlie literally is one of my best friends, so I don't own her. I definitely don't own Beyblade or any brand names I might use, like McDonalds or something. Ok, got it? Good! Read on!
Hey Rockie. Whatcha doin later?
Nothing with you, Granger.
Why?
You really want to know?
Duh!!!!!!!
Okay: I hate you.
All cuz of some stupid fight when we were kids?
You dumped PINK paint all over me, and it was in first grade!
Fine. What can I do to make it up to you?
Do you have your cute friend's #?
*grrr...* which one?
Hiwatari.
Kai?!?!
Yeah. What's so wrong with that?
Nothing. 555-0291. *grrr... again*
Better be right, bozo.
Bozo?!?!
Rockie memorized the number, then crumpled the note with a smirk and turned back to the teacher's lecture, pretending to be interested. Meanwhile, Tyson pouted.
The next day, Rockie called the number. It rang five times, but just as she was about to give up and hunt Tyson down, someone answered.
"Hello?" an accented voice asked.
"Hello. I'm looking for Kai."
"May I ask who's calling?"
"A girl from school. That's all you need to know."
"Just a moment."
About a minute later, the phone was picked up again. "Yes?"
"Kai!"
"That's my name."
"Yeah, sorry. Listen... I've got a few questions I'd like to ask you."
"I don't even know who you are..."
"Sorry." She blushed. "I'm... Rochelle. I'm in Tyson Granger's class at school, and you know how HE is. I flirted a little and got the whole story of the Bladebreakers as a team... I guess the three pizzas didn't hurt either."
"I see. What kind of questions?"
"Can we meet in person before I tell you any of that?" she crossed her fingers and bit her lip.
"Against my better judgment, I'll meet you. Where?"
"The park by the high school. Please come alone. You'll know why after you see me."
"Fine. Alone, first thing tomorrow. I'll be there."
Click.
"Finally! Yes!!" she yelled, doing a little dance.
A/N: that first part was supposed to be in two handwriting-y fonts, but I don't think it'll work when I upload, but I think you are smart enough to figure out who's talking when. Ok, it's a short first chappie, I know. that's why it's called the intro. It introduces the story. ;o) anyway, you can review if you want, but I'm not gonna beg you. That's not my style. (laughs her head off at the thought of someone thinking she has a style) Ok, on with life now! Good-bye! ~bmw
Disclaimer: this will go for the whole story: I own the plot, Rockie, Missa, Kuri, Lyric, Trika, Drayera, and any other bit beasts I make up (I'm not sure if I'll make them or not yet). I suppose if there are any other things, I'll mention them. But anyway, that's all I own. Carlie literally is one of my best friends, so I don't own her. I definitely don't own Beyblade or any brand names I might use, like McDonalds or something. Ok, got it? Good! Read on!
Hey Rockie. Whatcha doin later?
Nothing with you, Granger.
Why?
You really want to know?
Duh!!!!!!!
Okay: I hate you.
All cuz of some stupid fight when we were kids?
You dumped PINK paint all over me, and it was in first grade!
Fine. What can I do to make it up to you?
Do you have your cute friend's #?
*grrr...* which one?
Hiwatari.
Kai?!?!
Yeah. What's so wrong with that?
Nothing. 555-0291. *grrr... again*
Better be right, bozo.
Bozo?!?!
Rockie memorized the number, then crumpled the note with a smirk and turned back to the teacher's lecture, pretending to be interested. Meanwhile, Tyson pouted.
The next day, Rockie called the number. It rang five times, but just as she was about to give up and hunt Tyson down, someone answered.
"Hello?" an accented voice asked.
"Hello. I'm looking for Kai."
"May I ask who's calling?"
"A girl from school. That's all you need to know."
"Just a moment."
About a minute later, the phone was picked up again. "Yes?"
"Kai!"
"That's my name."
"Yeah, sorry. Listen... I've got a few questions I'd like to ask you."
"I don't even know who you are..."
"Sorry." She blushed. "I'm... Rochelle. I'm in Tyson Granger's class at school, and you know how HE is. I flirted a little and got the whole story of the Bladebreakers as a team... I guess the three pizzas didn't hurt either."
"I see. What kind of questions?"
"Can we meet in person before I tell you any of that?" she crossed her fingers and bit her lip.
"Against my better judgment, I'll meet you. Where?"
"The park by the high school. Please come alone. You'll know why after you see me."
"Fine. Alone, first thing tomorrow. I'll be there."
Click.
"Finally! Yes!!" she yelled, doing a little dance.
A/N: that first part was supposed to be in two handwriting-y fonts, but I don't think it'll work when I upload, but I think you are smart enough to figure out who's talking when. Ok, it's a short first chappie, I know. that's why it's called the intro. It introduces the story. ;o) anyway, you can review if you want, but I'm not gonna beg you. That's not my style. (laughs her head off at the thought of someone thinking she has a style) Ok, on with life now! Good-bye! ~bmw
