Dylan's POV
I was 12 years old when we moved here in our neighborhood, where me and Klai met.
"welcome to our neighborhood." I heard some old man said.
"thank you Kleo" oh it's tito Kleo.
"this is my son, Klaiden" he pointed at the boy beside him.
"Dj, anak come here and I will introduce you to your tito Kleo and Klaiden" pumunta ako sa kanila.
"this is Dylan my son" pakilala sa akin ni daddy.
"mag laro muna kayo dun sa garden, at mag kwewkentuhan muna kami" sabi ni dad kaya dinala ko muna si Klaiden sa garden.
I am afraid to talk to him, he looks mean.
"ano gusto mong laruin?" tanong niya sa akin.
"may beyblade akong dala dito, gusto mong yun nalang laruin natin?" tanong niya at tumango naman ako.
that day was the day that we became close. it's true that don't judge a book by i
