Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ Dancing is Life ❯ This isn't Home ( Chapter 1 )

Hard Core Dancing

Ch. 1

New School

I slapped my hand upon the alarm clock that happened to be buzzing in my ear. Once I finally pushed the right button, I groggily sat up and immediately raised my tanned arm over my eyes and hissed at the person who stupidly lifted the blinds to the huge window that happened to keep my privacy concealed. I pushed my black, silk comforter off of myself as I swung my legs over the edge of my huge queen sized bed. I got up, still squinting and tried to find my way out of my room and downstairs. I stumbled down the steep stairs and opened the kitchen door. I looked in to see my best friend, Tom, in an apron and cooking eggs with bacon. I stared at him for a moment then waltzed in like I didn't care, even though I really did. Who wouldn't! My best friend, a guy, is acting like Ms. Betty Crocker! He looked up from what he was doing and smiled while saying cheerfully, " Hey! Look who finally woke up, how'd ya' sleep?" He asked while putting down a big plate of eggs and bacon. I stared at the lumpy food and pushed it away while saying, " No thanks, I don't normally eat breakfast remember? Any ways I think I'll just have a glass of orange juice." He looked at me then scowled while opening the refrigerator and mumbling about how much he hated my appetite.

" You need to start to eat, babes. You're going to be hungry when you go start practicing then you'll come over to my house and be all pissy." He remarked while placing a cup in front of me and plopped down across me. Yes, he just called me babes no we are not going out. He's called me that ever since we could talk, I guess you can say it's my nick name from him. "No I won't, besides I don't have the time, we have to leave in a hour." I stated while pointing to the clock and getting up to walk to the bathroom. Cup in hand I made my way up to the bathroom and grabbed two towels while starting the hot shower water. I stripped my clothes and stepped into the shower to be greeted by hot steamy water droplets that covered my body in seconds. I stood there for a moment, letting the warm water trace down my muscles and felt them leave their tense state and into a more relaxing state. I looked around for the shampoo & conditioner combo and found it was near the soap. After scrubbing my head and washing my body from all the sleep and oil from my body I stepped out, grabbed my towel and walked out into my room. As I walked into my room, I looked around. My black comforter was a big mess all over my bed and so were my pillows. My black walls, but you couldn't tell they were black from all the dance and rock posters that covered my walls. Tom said I had too many and not enough room to put them all up. He was right too, I had about 10 left that I couldn't put up, I have been collecting all different kinds of posters I liked since I was 5.

I turned to see my already black dresser that had silver sparkles all over it, all my stuff was scattered. Well at least all my make up was, but I wouldn't worry about that right now. I looked to my left and saw my also black computer, but it had a glittery sticker that was pink and silver that said "babes" we specially made it since it was my nickname. I went over to my bed and plopped down on something that was puffy, big, and screeched in pain when I sat down. I jumped up so quickly I stumbled upon my dresser catching myself before falling down to the ground. I looked at the lump and it moved then came up from under the covers. Two big pointed ears came up then the whole body it was my fox. Yes, my fox, I found him in the rain one time when I was 8 and he needed medical attention so I took him in. He is as big as a German shepherd, and has red fur that was silky soft, with a big puffy tell that looked like the tip was dipped into a can of white paint. His name was Kitsune, which in Japanese it meant fox. He stretched while walking over to me after jumping down from the large bed. His tasseled hair every which way. It was a funny sight to me. I hauled myself off the grown and went to my closet. I pulled out a pair of baggy, khaki, cargo pants that had pockets on the legs. Then pulled out a black stretchy shirt. It was one of those surfing shirts that you wear when you go surfing but it didn't have the turtleneck part. But it was just as silky black and was tight too. And on the top it said ` Take a picture it'll last longer' in white bold print. I threw them on and brushed my wet hair, threw it up in a very messy bun with my blow dried curled bangs down. I went over to my shoes and put on my sneakers that were REALLY worn out. I pulled my shell necklace that was white out of my shirt and walked over to my full-length mirror.

I looked at my brown hair that looked like it could fall out any time soon, with my tight black shirt and 2 sizes too big pants on, I noticed that I was actually an inch taller then the last time I probably saw my dad. My dad worked for the military so I never saw him since he spent most of his time at the base. It wasn't too far from here though, about an hour or two. So most nights he came home around 11:30 or somewhere around there. And left around 5 in the morning. But he's now permanently stationed here in this little town called Coral Gables. I guess it was alright, but I didn't want to go to another school. Again. Aw well, I guess I have to go to school now. I walked away from the mirror and down the hall towards the stairs again. I ran down them and grabbed my navy backpack while heading out the door. I saw Tom sitting in my silver and black leather viper already in the passenger seat. I opened my door and looked up while asking, "Why is my viper's hood down?" I never put it down. I guess you could say I didn't like it that much, but then again we were in Coral Gables, which was a beach like area. You know one of those places where there's a lot of surfers, skater guys/girls, and preps. Yup, I was going to love this place. NOT! I would rather eat a bucket of worms then be here right now. I could really care less about this dumb school, heck about this whole place! Besides its not like I need friends. And don't ask `then why do you have kistune or Tom' `cause the fact is I think of them only as partners of mine, and nothing more. I decided to keep it that way along time ago, I've been hurt to many times to let more hurt into my life. And I've noticed that hate comes from people and so I don't just let them waltze right into my life so easily as do other people. Then again other people aren't as smart as me.

I swerved around a curb and pulled into the parking lot. Yup, I was right this is where all the bums and preps go to school, oh joy. I parked in an empty space that was near the front of the school, but before I turned my car off I heard yelling from the back of me. A navy Mustang GT Convertible that happened to be black had pulled up behind me and a boy was yelling at me with furry. His blue, two toned, hair was in one of those styles that made it look messy but cleaned up at the same time. His auburn eyes tried to pierce through mine, trying to be the dominate pair in a duel of glaring. Amazingly neither of us won since Tom started to yell at me and another guy that was beside the blue two-toned hair guy, but he was yelling at him not me. "Hey! What are you doing parking there?!?!" The two toned boy asked me. I mildly smirked at him and of course me not wanting to be impolite I answered his question. " What does it look like? I'm trying to park you got a problem with it?" Oh that made him mad, I could tell since he started to get out of the car and the other guy tried to get him to stop. I started to feel something I haven't felt in years. Fear. He was giving me fear of why he was getting out of his car, but I didn't show it. I couldn't! I never did before and I won't now, but with every step he got closer and with every step I got a bad feeling about it. Once he made his way up to my window I was scared out of my wits! But he looked mildly surprise that I didn't flinch at him or any thing. What? Did you really think I was shaking? I told you, I COULD'T show any fear and wouldn't. He bent his head into my window view and looked at me straight in the eyes while saying, " Yes I do, you see this is my parking space. But I'll give you another chance to move since you're the new student. " Oh really? I feel so special, but I don't see your name on it." I responded smartly. Man what a sassy mouth I had. My dad said I got it from my mother, I would've smiled at the thought but I was to busy arguing with this guy. Uh oh, was it my imagination or did I just hear him growl? " Listen woman, and listen good since I'm only going to say this once. Since it IS your first day I think I'll be nice and let you take it but I won't deal with it tomorrow." He said very cockily, while turning around to go back to his car. " Oh I doubt you'll do any thing tomorrow also." I mumbled and he turned around, and to my luck he just scowled at me and drove off to find another space to park. "Oh great way to start our first day of school, babes," I heard Tom tell me his words dripping with sarcasm like a dog drooling. I forgot he was even in the car and I jumped a bit and doing so I hit my head on the ceiling. I rubbed it while saying, " Correction, MY first day, you didn't get into it with him I did not u." I answered him while getting out of the car still rubbing my head. " I guess I'll see you after school since we don't have any classes with each other, later babes." He yelled to me while throwing his back pack over his shoulder and walking off to find his locker. Great, I thought Oh well I can make it alone. I've done it all my life it can't be so different now. All I have to do is find my locker and first class,…which is…ughhh its oh yeah it's science. I started to go over my schedual while walking up to the locker bays. First science, second pre-al., third was lunch, fourth computer, fifth Language arts, sixth drama, seventh gym, and last reading.

Ch. 2

Chirpy Teachers & Locker Trouble

I went to locker bay 4 and started to scan the various numbers of all the lockers. I had to admit there weren't this many lockers back at Amazon High it was pretty impressive. I looked into the 200s and found it. 255, that was it, I looked at it some more and studied the detail of the paint. They were Blue lockers with a thick white stripe down the side going diagonal. I had the middle locker so I put my book bag down and picked up the tiny tin ball. I twirled it left first, then to the right and to the left again. I jerked it down, but nothing happened. So I tried it again, left, right, left. Still nothing, I began to get frustrated with the stupid lock until the third time I slammed the lock against the locker door. I felt two steady arms come from behind me and take the lock in they're hands. The person twirled it a couple of times and it opened with ease. All while he was doing this I could feel his muscles move under its shirt over my back. Once it was done I was curious who it was, and so turned around to see if it was Tom. But much to my surprise it happened to be the guy from the car. He was busy opening his locker, which happened to be right next to mine. I scowled at my thoughts then turned and started to scowl at him.

He looked at me with a raised eyebrow while asking, "What? I don't see why you're scowling me since I just helped you with your locker." I stared at him. Unless he had a twin this was the same guy that just practically just threatened me! " Whats with you? You just freaking got all upset about a stupid parking space and now you come up and be all friendly! Either you got issues, or you have a twin… either way I don't care." I told him in a stubborn way while jamming my books into my locker and getting out the stuff I needed. He looked at me for a minuet then ran a hand through his thick hair and said while leaning on his side against his locker and others, " Listen, I'm sorry but I didn't have a good morning and I started off wrong ok? I admit it I was wrong for yelling at the you, but you're just as much to blame as I am." I looked at him in disbelief. I hated guys like him! They were always so confusing and were hypocrites. " ME! You know whatever. And like I said before I don't care." I stated flatly, slammed my locker door shut and heard the click of my lock while walking over to the science building. Or at least what I thought was the science building was.