Charitable Attitudes
Being benched from blading had given Emily time to perfect her singles game, and she was confident about crushing the opposition—though Eddy reminded her it was a tournament for charity… Emily just directed a humoring, icy eye at the laid-back basketball player, as she unzipped her tennis racquet. "Mmhm. And I'll win, won't I..? For charity."
But she hadn't counted on who, exactly, the opposition was: tall, athletically beautiful, a graceful blur of pink, white, and blonde… Kylie Seibalt smiled charismatically at the cameras on her way to the practice courts, on her way to the finals courts—damn, thought Emily bitterly, plucking at the collar of her blue uniform, shuffling her own gawky, bird-legged way in that general direction also, watching her irritatingly MALE teammates watch Kylie.
So much for moral support.
Emily wouldn't have stood a chance even WITH moral support. She was a good beyblader and good tennis player… and maybe she'd have been great if she'd concentrated on one or the other, Kylie pleasantly said over bottles of water in the locker room afterwards. Emily thanked her, charmed to be worth the attention—
—and only thought to take the comment as an insult in retrospect.
A/N: Maybe if I knew the names of any of the other Seibalt (yay! new spelling!) kids, I'd write about them as much as I seem to write about Kylie... -cries-