Chapter One:
"LET IT RIP!", yells Drake. Drake is a thirteen year old beyblader, who, unfortunately, does not have a very good beyblade. As he watches his beyblade get dominated by Ashton's, Drake's smile turns into a face of disappointment. Ashton is thirteen as well, and has been Drake's best friend since they were six. "Once again, my Libra comes out on top.", Ashton says with a grin. Ashton's beyblade is Rock Libra T125F and has an unbeaten record against Drake's Dark Capricorne H145FS. "That's not very surprising..", says Drake. "It's only like the eighty-fifth time..." "Sorry man, I can't help it that you have a sucky bey.", says Ashton, now feeling ashamed of himself for rubbing it in. "Why don't you come and cheer me on at the Bey-Dome for today's tournament?" "Sure, I guess it will be pretty fun.", Drake says, cheering up a little. As they enter the Bey-Dome, both of their faces shine with happiness. "Battle in New York!", is written on a gigantic banner hanging from the ceiling. "Well, I'll go and sign in.", says Ashton as he walks into the locker room. Drake heads over to the bleachers and finds a seat. "GRRRRRUMBLE", goes Drake's stomach. "The Bey-Dome has such overpriced food..", Drake thinks to himself, "Maybe I can go to the corner store down the block and come back in time for Ashton's battle.." Drake leaves the Bey-Dome and starts walking down the sidewalk until he spots a shadowy figure dash around a corner of an alley-way, followed by a, *CLANK* That sound seemed very familiar to Drake. So he slowly steps into the alley until he sees a a small figure laying on the ground. Now he knows what it was that made the sound, a beyblade. [END OF CHAPTER ONE]
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"LET IT RIP!", yells Drake. Drake is a thirteen year old beyblader, who, unfortunately, does not have a very good beyblade. As he watches his beyblade get dominated by Ashton's, Drake's smile turns into a face of disappointment. Ashton is thirteen as well, and has been Drake's best friend since they were six. "Once again, my Libra comes out on top.", Ashton says with a grin. Ashton's beyblade is Rock Libra T125F and has an unbeaten record against Drake's Dark Capricorne H145FS. "That's not very surprising..", says Drake. "It's only like the eighty-fifth time..." "Sorry man, I can't help it that you have a sucky bey.", says Ashton, now feeling ashamed of himself for rubbing it in. "Why don't you come and cheer me on at the Bey-Dome for today's tournament?" "Sure, I guess it will be pretty fun.", Drake says, cheering up a little. As they enter the Bey-Dome, both of their faces shine with happiness. "Battle in New York!", is written on a gigantic banner hanging from the ceiling. "Well, I'll go and sign in.", says Ashton as he walks into the locker room. Drake heads over to the bleachers and finds a seat. "GRRRRRUMBLE", goes Drake's stomach. "The Bey-Dome has such overpriced food..", Drake thinks to himself, "Maybe I can go to the corner store down the block and come back in time for Ashton's battle.." Drake leaves the Bey-Dome and starts walking down the sidewalk until he spots a shadowy figure dash around a corner of an alley-way, followed by a, *CLANK* That sound seemed very familiar to Drake. So he slowly steps into the alley until he sees a a small figure laying on the ground. Now he knows what it was that made the sound, a beyblade. [END OF CHAPTER ONE]
Tell me what you'll think.