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Hooky

The next day, Hilary didn't feel like going to practice. She knew that Tyson would have a fit, but she didn't care. Instead, she wandered around the town, with her favourite blue bag, her cell, money, and beyblade. She needed some advice on the beyblade. Sure, she could have asked Kenny, but then he'd go on about how dangerous it was. Her first stop: Max's dad's beyblade shop.

"How you doing, Hilary?" greeted Mr. Tate as she entered the store. "Good. What can you tell me about this?" she asked, going through her nag, bringing out a white and gold beyblade. "Wow, this is amazing! Where'd you get something like this?" he asked, admiring the object's features. "U… from my cousin in Russia!" she lied. Hilary didn't feel right lying to him, but she couldn't reveal anything to anyone yet. "Well, I cant say much about it, since I've never seen one like it." He stated, handing the beyblade to Hilary. "Thanks for trying though." She said putting the object back in her bag, heading for the door. "Oh, and Mr. Tate, please don't tell anyone I was here. Tyson will blow his top if he found out I skipped practice." She said over her shoulder. She saw him nod, and she left the store, heading to another beyblade store. Sure, she could have bought some from Mr. Tate's shop, but anyone, including Max, could be able to access them.

And as she walked there, she thought:

'I hope Tyson isn't mad…'

"Where is she?" asked Tyson, pacing back and forth on the green grass. The team were supposed to practice on the hill near the river, but Tyson decided practice was cancelled because of a certain brunette. "Calm down dude. She probably just forgot we were practicing here." Reassured Ray. "NO WAY! Hilary's too organized to just forget things, you guys." Said Tyson. "Why do you care so much?" asked Kai, coming from nowhere. Tyson blushed, before shaking it off. "Um... she thinks she's so smart, and she cant even remember we were supposed to be here!" he exclaimed, looking the other way. "Okay then, I elect Tyson go look for her." Said Kai, getting agreements from the others. "What! Why me!" asked Tyson, begging each person to come with him. "Sorry man. We need to train." Said Ray, taking out his Drigger. "Yeah, it'll be dumb if all of us go." Said Max. "Hey! That's unfair!" Tyson protested, being pushed by the others, including Kai. "Don't think of it as unfair, think of it as democracy." Said Kenny. "Okay! I'll go!" yelled Tyson, pushing the others off, heading for his destination: The Tachibana Residence

Hilary yawned. She was dressed in her night clothes' a pink tank top and grey pyjama bottoms. 'It's been a long day' Hilary thought tiredly, heading upstairs with her beyblade gear; a launcher, a rip cord, an attack ring, and a dish she could hide in her room. Even though it was only 5 p.m., she needed a lot of rest for Tyson's future yelling and her training. RING! Went the doorbell noisily, annoyingly. "Who could that be? Mom and dad aren't coming back until 11.' She thought, heading back downstairs to get the door. And to Hilary's surprise, it was Tyson. "Ahhhh! Tyson!" she yelled, closing the door shut on his face. 'What will I do?' she asked herself, referring to the beyblade gear in her hands. She threw it into the closet closest to her, before opening the door again. "Hey, Tyson…" said Hilary innocently. "What was that?" asked Tyson, clearly confused. "Um…what?" she asked, trying her best not to be obvious. Tyson didn't answer, clearly wondering why she was acting so weird. "What can I do for you?' she asked. "Hello! YOU MISSED PRACTICE!" Tyson yelled, angry at her. "Um….opps." she shrugged, walking back into her house. "Whatever. Are you coming?" he asked, following her into her house. "Sure! But first, I gotta change!" she said enthusiastically, running upstairs, blushes appearing on their faces.

'When am I gonna try out the blade? Tomorrow's Saturday and my parents will be home, so I can't practice then, and I'm busy now…Oh wait! I can fake sick. But what if they find out….Tyson will have my head… Okay Hilary get a grip! One plan at a time.' She planned mentally. She groaned a little, her hands flew to her stomach as if she was in pain. "What's wrong Hilary?" asked Tyson, his face showing concern for her. "Yeah, you don't look so good." Added Max. "I don't." she said, looking up. Her face was flushed and her hair was all limp. "Can I walk you home?" asked Tyson, helping her to her feet. "No, I'll be fine, okay bye!" she said, running off to her house. They shrugged and returned to their training.

All but one.

TBC

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