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Sorry for the delayed update! I've been pretty busy and have had really bad writer's block but here you go! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Beyblade characters.
I woke up the next morning to the sound of my alarm clock. Another fun day of school…
I dragged myself out of bed and walked over to my mirror to check my reflection. I seemed to be getting paler and duller. It was like a piece of my soul was breaking away every day. Even the spark from my eyes had disappeared.
I fought exhaustion as I practically crawled into the shower. I tipped my head back and groaned slightly at the water hitting my scalp. It was very relaxing.
I turned the water off and wrapped a towel around my petite body and headed back into my girly-styled room.
I opened my cupboard and stared at my clothes. I had no good clothes. They were all rags basically. I needed new clothes that fit my body, not the ones my mother thinks look good.
I pulled on a cream colored knee-high skirt and a white long-sleeved top. I looked at least 5 years older than I actually was and that wasn’t a good thing.
I grabbed my pile of books that stayed on my dresser and ran out of my room. Everything must be on time for once because I walked outside and the bus was just pulling up to the stop in front of my house. I flashed the bus driver my bus pass and took a seat at the front as usual. I was never like the cool kids who sat at the back.
Approximately 23 minutes later, the bus was full as we arrived at school. I stepped off the bus and headed to my sanctuary; the library.
It was deserted when I walked in, except for Mrs. Beckmore, the librarian.
“Good morning Hilary!” she greeted as I walked in.
“Morning Mrs. Beckmore” I replied and handed her my borrowed books which I had finished the other day.
I headed over to the fiction section and began searching through the rows of books. Stumbling across “To Kill a Mockingbird” by Harper Lee, I checked it out and put it in my bag and headed out of the library. The bell was due any minute now so I headed to my homeroom and waited outside the door.
The bell rang not a minute later and I walked in and took my usual seat; dead center. Yes I was a nerd.
My class started filing in with the usual people; athletes, cheerleaders, Goths, emos and preppies.
None of them paid attention to me as usual. I was invisible.
Our teacher, Miss Brown, walked in and greeted the class.
“Good morning children. Today we are going to be continuing our work on…” Her voice droned on but I stopped listening for once. I was sick of listening. People never listen to me so sometimes I think it’s fair to even the world out.
They had combined homeroom and first period when I was a freshman. I’m now a senior. Everyone in my class was 17 or 18 but I was only 16. Maybe that’s why no one talks to me, maybe they are intimidated.
I drew random patterns and figures on the corner of my notebook. They were mainly stick figures and hearts. I was never that good at art.
“Hilary what’s the answer?” I looked up quickly at my teacher’s face.
“Uh… pardon?”
The teacher raised an eyebrow as she came to the conclusion that the year’s brightest student wasn’t paying attention… which was actually correct.
“I asked what the formula of a linear equation is.”
“Oh. Y equals mx+b.”
“Correct. Now ….” There she goes again. She never shuts up.
The door opened and a familiar person came in. I looked up at the door and put my head back down before looking back up quickly and staring at them intently. I KNEW THEM! The familiar features of fire-engine red hair, turquoise eyes, around 6”4’ and pale complexion.
What the hell was Tala Valkov of the Demolition Boys doing here?!
He looked over and stared straight at me which immediately sent me into a mental panic since I wasn’t use to people looking at me at school.
My heart gave a leap when he winked at me.
The teacher looked over at him. “Class we have a new student. This is Tala Valkov.”
I noticed the girls in the class sat up straighter and flattened their hair. I even caught a few getting out compact mirrors to check their reflections.
I never wore makeup. It wasn’t really my thing.
Tala took a seat directly behind me. I was a little self-conscious as I could feel his eyes on me.
Great my life just gets more interesting by the day…
I let myself in and called out. “Guys I’m here!”
“Hilary!! Oh man you have got to hear what happened today!!” I mentally sighed and headed into Tyson’s room where everyone was.
“What?” I asked with a slightly monotone.
“Ok so this chick asked me out.”
I mentally sweat dropped. Tyson is so childish. It makes me want to slap him.
“That’s nice, Tyson.”
He opened his mouth to say something but Ray cut him off by walking over and hugging me. “Hey Hil. How was school?”
I gazed over at Kai, trying to decide whether or not to tell them. I decided not.
“Oh the usual. It was alright.”
Max bounced over. “Hil! We baked cookies today so I saved you some!” He held out two delicious looking cookies that made my mouth water. I was about to reach out and grab one when my mum’s words hit my head. ‘You’re fat… you’re fat… you’re fat…’
“Oh thanks Maxie. I’m not hungry just yet so I’ll save them for later.” He smiled and bounced away.
I noticed that Kenny wasn’t present today. “Guys, where’s Kenny?”
“Oh he said something about a computer festival.” Answered Max. I nodded.
I almost jumped when Kai’s voice rang through my ears. “Hilary I have a question.”
I looked at him and nodded for him to proceed; I didn’t trust my voice. “I need help defining my attack ring later. Kenny isn’t here to do it. Will you help me?”
I felt my heart burst in excitement. “Sure Kai. When?”
“Tonight after we leave here. All the parts are at my house. I’ll drop you home later.”
A night at Kai’s house. I felt like the luckiest girl in the world right now.
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