I am now making a Beyblade story! :D

Gaara: no, really?

Kirameki: Yeah! Didja see the title?

Gaara: Yes…

Kirameki: Hey wait a second, why are you here? You aren't in this story!

Gaara: …

Enzo: He is now!

Kirameki: Right. Whatever. I don't own beyblade or the school mentioned in this fic…

A wolf, a snake, and a dragon were chasing me. I stumbled through the darkness, but never got a step further. The three beasts were closing in on me and were less than a meter away when-

Moves like Jager, moves like Jager, moo-oo-oo-oo-oo-moves like J—

The annoying music stopped as I slammed my finger down onto the "off" button on my alarm clock. The digital numbers read "6:15." This was the usual time I got up, and my alarm clock was set 13 minutes early. Unlike some people, I cannotsleep in. It is entirely impossible.

After eating breakfast, feeding the dog, and all that boring stuff I don't care to give detail to, I put on my school uniform. The uniform consisted of a collared shirt and pleated plaid skirt. Nothing special. My sneakers were blue and white, half destroyed, and had red pen colorings all over them.

Before I knew it, it was 7:30 and I was in the car with my sister and my mom, driving to school. Hmm. Maybe I should introduce myself. My name is Brooke and I am in 6th grade. I don't feel like telling you the school I go to,l and as of now, I have no dreams for the future. Or ambitions.

I jumped out the car door when we stopped and heaved my outrageously heavy backpack onto my shoulders. On a normal day, I would of said hi to my teachers on my way to the classroom. I said hi to some teachers, but none mine were there. I didn't pay much attention to that at the time, though.

I stepped into the normal chaos of the classroom, but before I could get to my seat, a voice stopped me.

"BROOKE BROOKE BROOKE! I HAVE A LOT TO TELL YOUUUUU!" Turning around, I found a girl's face really really close to mine. Actually, I knew her. Her name was Ankha. Backing away slowly, I answered her outburst,

"Okay! I have to tell you my dream!"

"Wow, oddly I didn't have any dreams last night…"

"That is weird…"

"Oh! Look at the note on the board!"

I turned my head and my eyes widened, the note read:

Class, all the 6th grade teachers have been sent on a retreat for one week. You will have a different teacher for each class. Please be kind and respectful, this is their first time teaching.

Quickly, we made our way to our desks and unpacked. Once we were both settled, I peeked over Ankha's shoulder to see what she was drawing. Ankha smiled and shoved the paper in my direction. It was a drawing of Ryutoro in front of a white-board. Typical for her to draw something like that.

"I can't wait to see the new teachers!" she exclaimed, "We get to connect them to more villians! I hope one of them fits the personality of R—" I covered her mouth and shoved the drawing inside my desk. Ankha looked at me, confused. Before I could explain, there was someone hovering over us.

"Would you like to explain what you are drawing to me? You are quite the artist!" said a the figure. We looked up mat the person warily. It was supposedly a boy, he wore Japanese style clothing, had purple lipstick, and gravity-defying purple hair. In other words, it was Ryutoro.

"Gya! It's a drawing for a story we're writing!" Ankha explained quickly. Faster than I thought she would. I never actually knew what she would do in this kind of situation. The man shrugged and strode to the front of the classroom. The room fell silent, with the exception of nervous whispers. A boy in the far corner of the classroom spoke up,

"Uh, Sir! I don't think we're allowed to have hair dye!"

The man smiled, and then whipped a fan out of no where and threw it so it barely skimmed the speakers head.

"I'd learn to keep your mouth shut if I were you, or you won't look the same at the end of the day." The man stated coolly. "Nevertheless, I am your teacher for this week. You may call me 'Mr. Fukami'"

Ankha and I exchanged glances filled with surprise, worry, and excitement.

Kirameki: Behold! A typical day in my classroom!

Brooke: That isn't true…

Kirameki: Well, in my mind, this is what happens!

Brooke: That isn't the same thing…

Kirameki: Whatever! Don't review if you don't want to! If you want to though, I won't stop you!