Hi! This is STORM! Also known as Kat and Katt... Just for you out there, this is also grEMLin eViL writing with a friend...so i know that you people don't read this part anyway...
Although we may sound serious in the begining, never fear, the level of insanity increases...as did our sugar intake... Sorry if it seems slightly cheesy at times! But, HEY, that's half the fun!
Disclaimer: WE OWN BEYBLADE! AND COKE! AND- AND- SPOONS! (men in white suits come and drag screaming lunatics away) FOLLOW THE DARK!
Kat: "Oh well, at least i've still got my spoon collection!"
(men in white suits take spoon collection)
Kat: Thats the last time i talk about my spoons in public!"
ENJOY!
Vita Post Mortem
Prologue
"Pass it to me! Pass it to me!"
"Da! You're the only other person I can pass it to!"
The girl laughed as she easily stopped the ball, simultaneously kicking it through to goals.
"SAPPHIRE! Come here NOW!"
The girl rolled her eyes and groaned, "Please, Dad, just five more minutes?"
"NO! Get over here immediately!"
"All right, then. Coming."
The boy watched as his best friend ran towards his boss. He noticed that the guards had been sent away and that the huge iron gate had been left open. The girl and her father began to move towards the opposite side of the pitch, deliberately distancing themselves from the boy.
He stood alone by the open gates. He looked outside and saw a world that he had never seen or known. A random thought filtered through his mind. Maybe he could escape now, and leave all the murder and deception that surrounded his sport and home.
He wandered through the open streets. After a whole year, he knew almost all of them.
Suddenly he heard laughter, a sound not often heard in the backs streets of Russia. He was drawn towards the sound of happiness that he vaguely remembered. He finally came to a small patch of brown grass where four boys were fooling around with a ball. One of the boys kicked the ball high in the air and it rolled towards him. He stared at it for a moment. One of the boys ran forwards to retrieve the ball, but the newcomer kicked it away from him. He easily dribbled the ball around the others, finally kicking it through two trees that were being used as goals.
There was a shocked silence. Eventually one of the boys said, "Wow! That was amazing! What's your name?"
"Kairov."