I just got back from Wollongong yesterday, and I've decided I'm not going to uni there. Eleven hours travel on a bus...no thank you! And the place we were staying didn't have air conditioning...I am not having good luck with air conditioners at the moment. It's so bloody hot...I hate summer.
Anyway, second chapter as promised, and it's from Bryan's point of view. I know this story doesn't seem like much right now, but it will go somewhere...eventually.
Side note: The air conditioner has been fixed! Hallelujah! But I still hate summer...
Warnings: Everyone is out of character! Yay! Also, there is moderate swearing in this, but I think the rating sticks...teenagers swear all the time, at least way out here.
Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade. Let me make that abundantly clear. I don't own, so please don't sue me...I need to save my money for a car when I get my P's in May...if I ever get enough hours. 120 hours is impossible in a year! But yeah, I don't own it. I don't own much at all, really.
I hate Mr. Dickenson. I hate Tala. I hate this plane. I've already decided I hate Australia too. Reasons why? Mr. Dickenson because he's a great bloody arsehole making us go on some fancy camping trip, to Australia, to 'bond' with the other teams. Do I look like I do bonding? No. I don't. I hate Tala because he agreed to us going. Well, not really, but he didn't disagree strongly enough, since we're on a plane over the Pacific, bound for Australia. I think it's the Pacific; geography isn't my strong point. If you go from Japan to Australia, do you pass over the Pacific? Someone tell me, because I am not asking the idiots I have for teammates. Most definitely not Tala, not right now anyway, and I never talk to Ian if I can avoid it. Annoying midget. Spencer's not in my good books either, since he wouldn't let me kill Dickenson. Annoying pacifist whale. Well, not a literal whale; he wouldn't fit on the plane then. But Seaborg's a whale, so Spencer's a whale. Like Falborg's a falcon, so I'm a falcon. Duh. Simple. Oh god, I'm explaining shit to myself. Like why I hate stuff, when I already know. Stupid plane that's taking us to Australia. Stupid Australia for being the place that arsehole chose for us to go for a stupid bonding trip. Yes, there is no logic to my blame system. Despite that, it is simple. Blame anyone or anything but me. I am never to blame. Pretty easy, yes? And yet, Ian still doesn't understand it.
Plane trips are so boring, I have noticed. There is nothing to do. The movies are always crap, I've never really been big on reading, and I don't own an MP3 player. I've got nothing to do but stare out the windows or at the other unfortunates in the plane with me. Seriously, are we flying over the Pacific or not? I really want to know now. I know I said I wasn't going to, but...stuff it, I'm asking Spencer.
"Spencer?"
"What?"
"Do you pass over the Pacific Ocean when flying from Japan to Australia?"
"What the...where'd that come from?" Great, so now he's looking at me like I'm some sort of hideously deformed creature. I knew there was a reason I didn't want to ask.
"Well, I was just wondering." Tell me already! I wanna know!
"Not really. You fly over the Philippines Sea."
"Oh, okay. Where's that? Is it near the Philippines?" I may have mentioned before that geography is not my strong point. Especially not that of the Southern Hemisphere. I know a bit about Europe and Asia, I'm pretty good with Russian geography, but take me out of the Northern Hemisphere and I'm lost.
"Spencer?" Great. He's not answering me. I really do hate him right now. But I hate Tala more. And I hate Ian the most. I'm not happy with Mr. Dickenson either. Not good, since he decided to come along on the trip. Doesn't he have business shit to be doing instead? Like rebuilding the BBA or something? Boris stuffed them up pretty good, but he's always been good at stuffing shit up. Look what he did to all of us in the Abbey.
"...something beginning with 'c'!" Hmm, wonder who's playing 'I Spy'? Oh it's just Tyson, Daichi and Max. And Ray. I always thought he was better than that. Max is the one to pick something. Like it's hard to guess. All there is to see is sky, water and clouds. It doesn't take a genius to figure it out.
"Cars!" Daichi is an idiot. I always wondered why Tala hated him so much. Well, now I know. Our great and glorious leader really can't stand stupid people. Explains why he doesn't like Tyson. Sure he respects him as a blader, but as a person? Not a snowball's chance in hell.
"Uh, Daichi? We're in an aeroplane. How can there be cars in the sky?" Max and Ray are now trying to explain to Daichi about the physics making his guess impossible. Good luck with the idiot. Don't think you'll get too far.
"Well, what else could it be?" Great, now he's whining. Make it stop already.
"Clouds, Max?"
"Ray got it!" Well duh, what else could it be? Ugh, they're all idiots, except for the tiger. Remind me to stay away from the three idiots. And Ian, too. Make it four idiots. I might just go back to staring out the window. It's definitely more interesting than anything else happening here. We're flying over land now. Hopefully we're getting close to landing. I think we're going to some place way out in the middle of nowhere. Then again, from what I've heard, unless you're on the coast in Australia, you really are in the middle of nowhere.
"Spencer, where in Australia are we going?" I'm talking to him again now, so long as he doesn't keep ignoring me. That's really annoying. I don't do well with annoying.
"Uh, I don't know." Well, good that he answered, but bad that he doesn't know. "I think it's near Newcastle?"
"Where's that?" Really not good at geography. Boris didn't think we'd need to know anything other than Russia's geography, even though he wanted us to take over the world. Well, Voltaire did, but whatever. They're both crazy.
"On the coast of New South Wales. Central east coast."
"Right."
"You have no idea, do you?"
"Is it near civilisation?"
"Yes."
"Okay, good."
"You'll be able to feed your Coke addiction, Bryan. Don't worry." He's gone back to staring around the plane. I think he'd be looking out the window, but I got the window seat. Yeah, I have a Coke addiction. As in Coca-Cola the soft drink, not coke – cocaine – the drug. I don't do drugs. Not after the Abbey. Not before it either. Not that I really remember much from before. Not that any of this really matters at the moment either. Finally, we're landing! Not that I want to get to Australia, because that means 'bonding'. I hate that word. I hate a lot of things. But really, I just want to get off this plane.
"Bryan! Put your seat belt on!" Have I mentioned that Tala is a mother hen? Well, he is. He seriously has problems...but so do all the rest of us. Well, that was a completely redundant train of thought. I'll just put the seatbelt on now...
"Flipping hell!" No, that wasn't me, though I was thinking something similar. Like 'far out'. Or worse. No, not me. Johnny. The irritating redheaded Scottish guy. Yeah, him. I wouldn't like to be on his team. He's getting scolded by the stuck-up German guy. At least Tala doesn't get up us for swearing. If he did he'd be the world's biggest hypocrite. Well, maybe not, but he'd be a hypocrite all the same. Anyway, back to why Johnny went off like he did. The idiot pilot landed the plane so bad it did bunny hops halfway down the runway. Yeah, it was bad. Raul had to run to the toilets. The hostesses (despite it being a private plane, we have hostesses. Yeah, weird, I know) were getting up him for leaving his seat. It was kinda funny. What was not in any way funny was the landing. It was painful. I could have done better. Ian could have done better, it was that bad. Tala's pissed now because he managed to bash his head even with a seatbelt on. Don't ask me how he does this stuff; it just happens. It's good to laugh at though – when Spencer lets me. He's such an over-bearing arse.
Finally off the aeroplane! I'd than God if I believed in Him. But I don't. Christianity has never made sense to me. Neither has any other religion I can think of, like Hinduism or Buddhism. So much easier to be atheist.
"Come on, everybody on the bus!" Max's mother is a bossy cow. I don't like her very much. Scratch that, I don't like her at all. Keep her away from me please. And while you're at it, can you keep Ian away too? Well, better be a good little boy and do as I'm told. The less I have to talk to her, the better. Now, where the hell am I going to sit? Spare seats next to Emily...no way. Mariah...no. Daichi...definitely not! Where are the others sitting? Oh, Kai's got a seat to himself. Bastard. Tala's sitting with Spencer, so the only free seat is next to Ian. Crap. I know Kai's sitting by himself, but he's having a moody fit at the moment, and I am not suicidal. Or stupid. In this case, they're the same thing.
"Hey Bry." Didn't I tell you to keep Ian away from me? This is going to be a long trip. I really hate bus trips. Wait a minute...
"Don't call me that!"
Whoo hoo! Bring on the OOCness! I'm terrible, I really am. But it's so much fun to write...
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