Heather Granger and the Bladebreakers

Chapter One

2001

"Oh come on, Tyson," I mumbled tapping my foot impatiently, "Where are you?"

I began to pace. Knowing Tyson, he lost track of time practicing with grandpa. Sure, he needed the practice, but he promised to here to battle Andrew.

"I bet he got scared and ran away," one of Andrew's pals said smugly, "man, what a chicken."

I stopped pacing and glared at him. There was no need to call my brother a chicken. I mean I know my brother can be tardy at times...okay, majority of the time, but he would never run away.

"Don't get so impatient," Andrew told his friend, "He's not the type to run away. He'll come, and when he shows, I'm gonna teach him who's the true local beychampion," he smiled holding his blade to his chest.

"I smiled, 'thank you, Andrew, however Tyson is going to win. No doubt about it."

"Are you the so-called Beyblade champ?"

Everyone turned towards the voice. It belonged to a boy around my age. He had a smug smirk painted on his face, and a 'bad boy' look to match it. I noticed he held a sack over his shoulder.

'This guy,' I frowned, 'I have a bad feeling about him.'

"Who are you," Andrew asked with a slight glare.

I guess Andrew felt there was something off about this boy, too.

"My name is," he stepped towards us, "Carlos," he nodded towards Andrew, "is that your beyblade?"

Andrew nodded, "yeah."

Carlos huffed, "looks weak."

"You seem confident," Andrew stepped towards the beydish he and Tyson were going to use.

Carlos shrugged, "more than you."

"Then let's put it to the test."

"You mean we'll battle."

Andrew nodded, "yeah."

"But," Carlos held up a finger, "there's one rule you have to follow if you're going to battle me."

I scoffed, 'a rule? This guy sure is confident.'

"If you lose...," Carlos smirk grew, "I take your bey."

We all gasped.

Andrew hesitated before nodding, "let's do this."

"Wait," I went to Andrew's side, "Are you sure about this?"

"It's going to be fine, Heather."

"Andrew..."

"Hey! Are we going to battle or what," Carlos readied his blade.

Andrew glared at him before readying his blade.

"3...2...1...Go Shoot!"

Seconds. That's all it took. Mere seconds for Andrew's blade to soar out of the beydish and into Carlos' bag. It was unbelievable. We all stood there in shock.

"Sorry! Sorry," Tyson panted as he arrived breaking us out of our frozen state. He saw the bewildered looks on our face and tilted his head, "What's wrong everyone? Are you all surprised by me being here? I know I'm strong, but you don't need to freak out," he looked at me, "Man! Even my own sister is shocked. Jee, thanks a lot, Heather."

"Tyson," Andrew looked down sadly, "I'm sorry. We can't battle anymore."

Tyson's jaw dropped, "wait, what are you talking about?"