Entry #1: I'm not an ordinary blader. I live in a small town in Canada, and have been blading for years. But the thing is, I am the only blader in my town, probably all of the province. That has proved a problem for me at times, not having anyone to blade with, but my spirit has always came back. The year is 2012, and I am the age of 14. My name is Fox Tate, and my beyblade is my trusty Draciel G. I got this beyblade when I was 5 years old from my father who was termanilly ill, and I made a promise to him that I will take good care of it. Father always told me there was an incredible power inside this bey, but I never really understood him. Tomorrow my mother and I are moving to Toronto, that is why I am writing this journal. We are moving because she got a great job offer that can keep us well fed and have a much larger apartment than we do now. I wonder if most kids would be sad if they were moving, having friends and all, but I wouldn't know that feeling. I can't wait to move. I have to go to sleep though, so this is where I will end this entry.

Entry #2: I am writing this part on the plane ride to Ontario. This isn't my first plane ride, but it feels kind of wierd, because I haven't been on one since I was four. My mother used to work for the airline, so we get on quite cheaply. I was a little bit scared during take-off, but there was a cute girl sitting beside me and I was sure she kept looking at me, so I tried my best to act brave. I think we are landing now, I will continue writing when I can.

Entry #3: I don't know why I am still writing in here, but I guess it is sort of fun. I just hope noone sees it and thinks it is a diary, although it basicly is, sadly. I am writing this in our hotel room, which we are staying in because we landed quite late. I had a great day today. I got to go on a plane again, and when we where getting off the plane, the cute girl I was talking about dropped her phone without realising it, and I caught up to her and gave it to her. "Thanks a lot! I would've died if I lost this." -She said.
"No problem. Happy to help." -I said, as I started to walk away.
"Wait! What is your name?" -She said.
"Fox Tate. Glad to meet you."
"What a nice name! My name is Kuma Shroud. What buisness do you have in Toronto?'
"I just moved here from Vancouver. What about you? Are you on vacation?"
"Actually, I'm just coming back from vacation! Where are you moving?"
"11685 Sunnyside Street, do you know of it?"
"Oh my gosh, I live on Sunnyside street! Here's my number if you need help unpacking."
"Haha thanks, but you don't nee-"
"Take it, I insist" -she interrupted, as she winked. "Seeeee yaa lateerr!" She walked away.
My life here started out really well. I mean, I got a girls number before I even got home! Haha, talk to you later, journal.