"Friends are For Life
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I don't own beyblade, or it's characters.
The saying friends are for life" is really a strange saying. I mean, a lot of friendship barely last a year. For example, when kids are like in grade one, friendships can be based on who has the same barbie doll, or who has the same birthday as some one else. Those friendships aren't usually very strong, and people change so much between grades one and eleven. But then there are those friendships that are so strong. Those groups of people who seem inseparable, who can tell eachother everything, the ones that never seem fragile inconsistent. So what do you do when you have a great friendship like that, and a small disagreement gets in the way, the problem slowly grows, and people begin to distance themselves? Well that's what happened to a big group of friends when they were sixteen. It was just after the world championships. Everything was going well until egos and ignorance got in the way, and from there it all went downhill. The group of friends split up. Now, five years later, one of the friends has decided that it's been to long, and decides to organize a reunion. The invitations have been sent, and now all they can do is wait and hope.
They'll be here won't they? They have to...rite? I sent them each an invitation, as hard as it was to find out where in the world they were. I mean, it's been five years, old grudges must have worn away by now.
Kenny paced the floor for the 30th time. He lived on his own now, and if all went well, the reunion was supposed to be held at his new loft apartment. It was pretty big, seeing as he was a computer genius, racking in money like it was nothing. But no amount of money could fill the gap in his conscience.
Streamers hung lifelessly from the ceiling, and there were trays of snacks, and bottles of pop set up all over. The huge stereo system was set on low, emitting some repetitive dance music ( Kenny had never been one for style). He looked out the window at the September scene before him. The busy street was packed with light jackets and hats. The sun was shining nicely, and there was a cool breeze toying with the passer's by. IT was exactly 6:00, the time they were supposed to arrive. Kenney took a deep breath and decided to sit down in the living room to calm down.
He'd barely even sat down in the chair when the doorbell rang. Kenny gasped, and went to answer it. When he opened the door a smile crossed his face.
"I was afraid you weren't going to make it" Kenny said cheerfully.