Max woke up with his bey Poison Libra wa130Q. He could barely scrape together enough bey points for it. he is the was the worst blader in his class. "another bad day" he thought. "bye mom" he said as he ran out the door. "wait! I have a present for y-" he was gone. By lunch he had a black eye. "have a beyblade or I'll beat you up again" a kid said. Max knew that boy. his beyblade too.
3.....2......1...... LET IT RIPPPPPP!!! "go libra!" Max yelled "Tainted scale!" Libra started jumping fast to nightmare Zilla wt105sf and hit it up in the air. "YES!!!!" yelled Max. The other boy smirked. "What!" said Max "GO" the boy said. "Zilla hunter smash!!" zilla smashed Libra and libra smasted into pieces. "NO LIBRA!!" Max screamed. the boy kicked max in the shin and left, chuckling.
ACT 1 END

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Very short.

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ACT 1 is finshed!

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It's a decent start... Try to expand on it and make it more detailed. Also try to add more story to your sections.

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