Whisper
disclaimer- I don't own beyblade. Neh.
Hilary walked slowly along the road, swinging her bag and humming a song she made up as she strolled.
"whisper, whisper, no-one needs to hear
Sing and murmur, there's nothing left to fear
No regretting, I just don't want him near
For the words I screamed I want none to hear"
It didn't make much sense, but it was just a simple tune and it cheered her up.
She took a small mirror out of her pocket. Her eyes looked very big and blue in the dusky light. She shrugged and put it away and stuck her thumb out, singing louder now. After all, there was no-one there to hear.
Well, Hilary is gone, thank god! I really couldn't make this chapter any shorter. Please, somebody review this story!