Disclaimer I only own Kiyana and her family (and this story). I don't own Beyblade or their characters.

The ground was wet from the morning dew and eighteen children stood in a semi-straight line. They all had the same uniform on: black soccer-like shorts with all the drawstrings tied in little bows, yellow shirts with black stripes in the middle. The collar crossed over each other; it was white with yellow stripes. Their shoes were all the same too: black shoes with three white stripes on it. Of course, the shoe laces were different. Some had red, blue, black, and white… One child had ducks on their shoelaces. Their socks were plain, white knee-high socks.

The date was February 25, 1995.

'Mommy, do you see Timmy from my soccer practice? Isn't he as horrid as I told you he was?' Sam tugged on his mother's sleeve while Katherine looked down at her son.

'It's alright, Sam. There's no need to point fingers,' Katherine took out her disposable camera and looked for Kiyana.

Kiyana sat on the bench, playing with the yellow, black, and white ribbons in her hair. Their team name was the 'Bumblebees'. Kiyana never really cared for insects. She would like to be part of a team called the 'Butterflies' or some other.

Well, their team name was better than their opponents. The opposing name was called: 'Spooky Ghosts'.

It was their first game of the season. The Bumblebees hoped for a win. The Spooky Ghosts anticipated as much.

'Now, kids,' Coach Mason of the Bumblebees squatted in front of the bench, looking at the children before continuing on, 'this is our first game of the season. Let's make it count...Okey dokey?'

'Okay, Coach!' The kids replied loudly and enthusiastically.

'Alright then; let's play a good one!'

Jeremy sat by Sam, looking at his daughter on the pitcher's mound for the first time. He was looking at her through the family video camera, not wanting to miss a single moment.

Part of him wished she could throw overhand, like in baseball. She was a pretty darn good pitcher.

'Now, this is Kiyana Hunters up to pitch. This is her first game, so maybe the other team will go easy on her,' the commentators chuckled at their own remark.

Kiyana glared at from underneath her cap, which she wore now since she was in the sun. I'll show them, she thought as she gripped the ball.

The batter was a 6-years-old boy with dark brown hair, and he wore a pair of glasses. You could barely see his eyes and glasses underneath the large cap he wore. Kiyana thought that he was obviously going to miss, so she pitched fast.

She wanted to go home, badly.

'Strike one,' the umpire bellowed.

Again, Kiyana threw another fast pitch. The boy flinched. Apparently, he was more of the studious type – not built for sports at all.

'Strike two,' the crowd was getting bored already.

Kiyana threw a slow pitch and the boy bunted. Immediately, he ran to first base. Kiyana looked at him, brushing a piece of white hair out of her eyes. She looked at her coach, who nodded for her to stay as pitcher for one more round.

Another boy came up, his hair was dark blue and it was held in a small ponytail. He was fairly tanned and his dark blue eyes matched Kiyana's exactly. 'You think you can strike me out?' He shouted.

She was taken aback, seriously. The young pitcher stepped back and looked at him, muttering, 'Loud mouth,' under her breath. 'Yeah; I know I can strike you out!'

'Shows what you know! I'm Tyson, and I'm going to help my team win!'

'I'm Kiyana! Put your bat where your big mouth is, Tyson!'

'It seems that there's some trash-talking going on…' the commentators raised their eyebrows.

'Let's get back to playing, kids,' the coach for the Spooky Ghosts yelled from the sidelines.

'Are you ready, Kiyana? I'm gonna hit this ball right outta the park!'

'You know how to talk. Do you know how to play?' Kiyana put a hand on her hip and threw the ball up in the air, effortlessly catching it.

'Just pitch the ball!' The umpire looked down at Tyson whilst he yelled at the girl. These kids… were definitely not playing stickball.

For everyone knew that stickball was more dangerous.

It was more a middle-man, an in-betweener of softball and stickball.

Kiyana threw the ball – another fast pitch. Tyson swung, but as the umpire would like to put it, 'Foul!'

'You can do it Tyson!' It looked like Tyson's older brother, who sat in a soccer uniform in the stands, yelled words of comfort. A young woman with wavy dark blue hair gently pulled him down. That was their mother. Now, where was their father? A tall black-haired man – around his early 30s – came back and cheered on Tyson's team.

'The game just started son! You can do it!'

…I wish my dad would cheer me on like that… Kiyana thought, gritting her teeth. She'd get her praise after she threw her round; after she helped win the game. Kiyana couldn't believe that she threw a foul ball. Darn it!

Kiyana threw again. 'Strike one!' The man shouted.

Tyson turned his cap around and made his hair a tad messy. The ponytail still sprung out. 'Ya ready, batter?'

Tyson nodded. Those be fightin' words according the older versions of the two.

Kiyana threw the ball and WHAM! It was hit right into left field. A Bumblebee ran for the ball as Kenny and Tyson ran to home.

Running…

Running…

'THROW THE BALL TO ME!' Kiyana shouted. The ball was thrown and, in turn, Kiyana threw it to their catcher.

A cloud of dust as Kenny and Tyson skidded into home.

The girl froze, not even wanting to breathe for the fear of the two boys being safe. She closed her eyes and waited for the umpire's call.

'SAFE!'

Kiyana opened an eye and saw Tyson and Kenny, already dirtied up. …Two home runs… How were the Bumblebees going to catch up!

…Well, the Spooky Ghosts won and Kiyana was absolutely peeved with herself. Seriously, how could she have—what did that other team have that they didn't? Did they not play well enough?

Kiyana had fun though. That term is to be taken in the strongest form imaginable. After the game, she played catch with Tyson while their fathers talked about beyblade and the sport.

'Do you beyblade, Kiyana?' Tyson asked lightly.

'No. My Daddy is getting me one from the store today.'

'I beyblade—my brother, Hiro, is teaching me how. He can teach you too, if you want.'

'No, that's okay. My Daddy can teach me.'

It was about a half hour more of playing catch before Tyson and his family had to leave the park. It was about 2:30 in the afternoon.

On the ride home, Tyson chatted animatedly with Hiro. Hiro just gazed out the window, nodding at the words. He wasn't actually listening. It was only because Tyson kept talking about Kiyana, his new friend.

'Where does she live?' He asked the younger sibling.

'Not far from us!' He exclaimed with a huge grin.

'Do you go to school with her?' Hiro pressed on.

'No, she's home-schooled.'

'Oh, I see.' Sometimes, Hiro wished he were home-schooled. To him, being home-schooled meant he could sleep in and have pancakes everyday.

That, everyone, is a child's dream.

Ooky: Yay I'm finally done with chapter 3!I don't know if I wrote the softball game correctly. –sighs- Um, anyways… review. I haven't started chapter 4 yet. Mrew, I'm so behind!