KAI
Ana looked distant and angry. "When I was found in an orphanage blading against the other kids they sent me to the abbey straight away." Anger filled her eyes as we sat there looking at the sunset. "I managed to escape by some miracle and found Adrian. But then they joined Boris; Idon't think he recognized me so I just stayed with my team. Just when i was starting to feel happy he turns my life upside down again! I heard about what happened to you when you launched Black Dranzer and how you lost your memory. Tough break, it must've been tearing you apart to remember what happened in that certain part of your life."
'You have no idea.' We sat there for a while looking at the stars thinking about the past. But then Ana got up and brushed herself down until she was free of sand particles. "Do you know something? I'm going to say bollocks to the past! It's time to look to the future and forget about the abbey."
'Forget? I've only just remembered everything.' But I couldn't help thinking she had a point.
ANA
Kai smirked and nodded his head. We agreed not to talk about the abbey and psyched ourselves up for the next battle tomorrow. The semi finals were next on the list and appeared to be staged in Canada. The finals rumor has it are to be staged in Washington. I know we're going to get to the finals and beat the shit out of Boris's team.
Tyson and Kai were confident about a win tomorrow. But the others weren't so convinced, I was confident until I saw the statistics Kenny's laptop put up on my opponent. But what are statistics when I have a whole lot of will power and power to use. My old tem had already defeated their opponents on the news. I saw a picture of Boris and the team on it making me want to smash the TV screen. His smug face gave me enough reason to clench my fists in rage. I wished I was there right now, that way he wouldn't have anything to smile about. I felt the same thing coming from Kai as he glared at the screen.
"Damn you Boris!" I muttered and growled in agreement.
For the rest of the day i was stewing in my own juices of anger and hate until Max cheered me up again. Who needs therapy when you have an over active team mate like Max to play the fool.
(Ok this had got to be my shortest chapter in history. If any of you find a shorter one please let me know. It has to be a chapter of a book mind you, not a poem or anything.)
