September

September 3rd was a Saturday and tradition dictated that on the first Saturday of September school was adjourned and everyone changed dorm houses. Kaie was assigned to toкамень house – or Stone house. You ate at the same table as your house and had duties with your house. Depending on your requests you were placed with students all in the same grade, or in different grades, with similar interests and co-ed (top floorgirls bottom floorboys).

Kaie took all her stuff over in the wheelbarrow and dumped it into her new room which had her name on the door. The room was exactly the same as the one she had left – barren with no life. She fell onto the bed – fast asleep.

She awoke to loud banging outside her room. She timidly opened her door to see guys sliding up and down the floor in their socked feet with all the girls watching to see who could get the farthest and run into the wall at the far end of the hall. There was a particularly loud thump when the largest boys skidded into the white wall.

The girls giggled as the boy got to his feet and returned to the end of the hall with a stupid grin and began sliding again.

Kaie checked that the name on the door was correct.

It was.

Vanova, Kiska.

Kaie quietly closed the door and slumped against it.

Why the hell was she in this dorm house? She was a quiet hardworking student generally thought of as timid by those who didn't know her - those who knew her well would tell you that she never shut up. But she was definitely not within a group that enjoyed bashing into walls for fun.

The dinner bell rang an hour later and the hallway madness, "Idiots vs. Wall" as Kaie had affectionately dubbed it, stopped. All the other students were assembled when Kaie went downstairs. The hall morons stood on one side, and another distinctly different group of students stood on the other.

They all watched her as she descended down the hard plain wooden steps, her socked feet threatening to fall out from under her.

"You are late Ms…-"

"Vanova." Kaie said as she reached the bottom.

Kaie internally grimaced when she heard how pathetically weak she sounded.

"I'm sorry I was late." Kaie said with a bow to the teacher. Her voice was more powerful now – more or less back to normal. The students heard how her voice was melodic yet at the same time had a whispery quality like she was saying her words using little of her voice box.

To Kaie she thought she sounded like she had a cold. Her voice changed slightly when she was nervous or singled out for attention – both which were occurring at that moment.

The dorm teacher took one more look at her then led the group out the door. Kaie quickly pulled on her black shoes and ran after.

Dinner was quiet. Verbally it was quiet. The mood however was far from serene.

By the end of dinner it was evident that there were two warring groups at the same table. There were the hallway idiots – the kids whose parents had money to send their kids to the school and there was also the 'smart kids' group who obviously despised the other group for the lack of intellectual abilities.

And Kaie was in the middle – being sized up by both clans who were determining which group she fit into. Kaie took a sip from her glass of water and glared at her plate.

What were they trying to pass off as food? This was the sorriest excuse for food that Kaie had ever seen. It was everything the movies warn you off of – the grey mush with a side helping of green goop that was sliding across her plate into the grey mush. On the edge of her plate was a chunk of bread. That and water had been the only identifiable food thus far.

Kaie was thankful that around the hall other newcomers were having similar reactions to the food…but then they were discussing it with their new friends. Kaie looked at her table and saw the two sides that would never get along – one had intelligence the other brute force.

After dinner everyone regrouped in the dorm's common room. After they heard a rather long winded speech on the rules of the dorm house, chores, honoring the dorm house, loving the dorm house, getting to know your dorm buddies; the Idiot vs. Wall players returned upstairs.

Kaie hang behind with the members of the other group, positioning herself on the outer rim of the circle observing quietly.

"I can't believe we are in the same dorm as the Crazes (pronounced craz-as). Why did they put us with them?" said one

"Because they didn't want all of them failing again or smoking or doing what they do." one replied from across the circle.

There was a resounding bang from upstairs.

"Everyone at the school," he continued, "knows how smart we all are and they hope that our mannerisms will rub off on them…after all their parents pay a lot of the bills for the school. They hope that after years of spoiling their children this school will change them into law abiding and contributing citizens."

"What do you think?" said the one that spoke originally.

Kaie looked up to see everyone looking at her. That question must have been addressed to her.

"I understand why they put us together…but aren't there others that could have been put here?"

"They didn't want to put anyone here who was super brilliant because they would loose their concentration. We are smart and pull up the general averages…but we don't get one hundred percent on absolutely everything."

The group exchanged knowing glances.

A girl spoke up from across the circle. "Mrs. Crofton said that the tryouts for the ballet studio are on next Wednesday. She said that newcomers are welcome too."

"Sara," a voice replied "you know that we would never do ballet. You're just telling us because you know that we really want to know when the Martial Arts and the Beyblading tryouts are."

Kaie did her best not to be affected by the mention of beyblading.

Sara rolled her eyes. "Fine. The Martial Arts tryouts are the Monday after next and the Beyblading tryouts will likely be next month. They are still looking for a trainer though after Shurik got rid of the last one."

"What did he do?" one voice piped up

"The usual. Challenged them to a match, beat the stuffing out of them and then deemed them unfit to be the trainer. He has gone through six trainers in the space of two years, and already one this year. Mrs. Crofton said that she will be managing beyblading till a new trainer is found."

The dorm teacher chose that moment to enter and declare that it was lights out. The "Crazes" separated, and soon Kaie lay alone in her room staring at the ceiling, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Over the next few weeks Kaie came to understand what Sara had been talking about in regards to the Beyblading, Martial Arts, and Ballet. Each of the three areas had a team that was selected to train in the area. The blading team had ten spots (in two groups – 5 single bladers and the team of 5), Martial arts had fifteen, and ballet had forty.

The way they encouraged the students to join was that if you got on the team then you moved to a separate dorm – a dorm full of only ballet students, martial arts experts or beybladers. The dorms were nicer and you got to travel to where the tournaments/performances were taking place. As an added bonus each area had a special training area where they could practice undisturbed.

The blading team was split into the "Team" which went to tournaments and the "Individuals" which went to the Ikashial tournament. The tournament was bared from outsider viewing – they were cut off from civilization and they competed for the title. If you placed in the top twenty you were to be hailed.

Kaie had heard all about it. It was supposedly the hardest blading competition and tested all your skills. Every year students from the school had come close to being in the top thirty, but had always just been a bit short.

The team had never made it to Regionals – they were usually defeated in the semi final rounds. This was largely due to the intensive individual training and lack of 'team' training. That was Carl's opinion anyways – he was the 'leader' of the group she hung out with. Carl thought that they should just ditch the team aspect because they never did well.

Kaie did her best to distance herself from blading. She didn't want to accidentally uncover her identity.

Kaie sighed as her mind drifted off to the Blade Breakers. Her moving realms caused her to know what the future was for this world. (if you haven't read "The Other World" see the note at the bottom of the page). By this time they had probably met Dachi. They would be splitting up in October though….Kaie pushed the blonde's smiling face out of her mind. She felt a sickly cold feeling pass through her stomach.

Kaie entered her cold room at the end of September and noted with bitterness that she was still not unpacked. Her boxes remained at the end of her bed, her clothing remained in a bag, and her room had not been changed since her arrival.

'October first is tomorrow and I have to have that stupid collage done for English by October second.' Kaie sighed and pulled up the covers to her chin and fell asleep.

So here is the note for those of you who haven't read 'The Other World'.

Basically when she 'dies' (her soul is destroyed (her soul is comprised of half of her original soul and half that Andromeah creates)) she is transported back to the world she came from. The other half her soul if there and so it 'calls' her back. With it she gains memories from the year she spent away. Her world has the Beyblade show as well and so during the year away she watched it and so she had seen the third season. Yet when she returns to the beyblading world the third season is just beginning - hence she knows everything that will happen during the year.

Hey all!

So I finally have updated! Sorry for taking so long but I am taking all the advanced courses at school so I'm having a hard time keeping this fic up. I am hoping to have October up before the end of the break…we'll have to see.

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