Well, boredom wins. I have given into my urge to write a new story. So, you're wondering about the story? You think my summary is vague? Well, you'll just have to read the story to find out for yourself. You know what, I'll even give you a hint. Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon. There, that should be good enough!... What? Okay, I'm sorry I lied, but I really want you to read this story! Now, please, let me go on with the story!
Introduction
Well, let's get to the point, I hate my mom. She's been nagging me ever since my dad died, I guess she was so used to being supported by him that now she's using me. Keyword, using. Really, the only thing she ever does for me is drive me to school, and after I'm at school she immediately goes to the bar. Did I mention it's only 7:30 in the morning?
Okay, let's stop talking about my mom, it's giving me a migraine just thinking about her. Let's talk about school, that's a better story. Well, I don't hate any of my teachers, but I don't like them either. The subjects aren't that tough either. Then there are my friends, who make my day easier and harder at the same time. Although I don't blame them, I blame my picky nature. It can be really annoying to others at times, but I guess they'll just have to live with it.
I guess I should stop complaining and get on with my life.
The bus slowed to a stop at the corner of my apartment "Bye!" Called one of my friends as I walked off the bus. I walked up to the door and tried opening the door, but it was locked, the same way it was locked every time I came home. I reached in my pocket and pulled out the keys to the apartment, but didn't bother with unlocking the front door, there's always a ton of other locks that are on the the front door. I ran around to the back of the apartment and opened up the gate to our apartment, but before I opened the door I noticed a note. It read:
Dear Lucas, (Wow, she must not have been drunk to actually remember my name)
Before you go in the house, I just need to tell you that I'm out at WalMart buying groceries (That's something I shouldn't believe). By the way, I have a snack for you on the dining table inside.
I looked at the table inside and saw actual food prepared by my mom. Now, my mind was telling that there was no way that this food could be safe, but my stomach told me it didn't care, and my heart told me that my mom actually cares about me! So I pulled out a fork from the drawer and stabbed the slice of cake with it "Hope this is chocolate." I said before eating the piece of cake.
Immediately, I felt a strange, tingling feeling in my mouth, and before long, my mouth went numb. 'What the heck was in there... Nova... caine?' Was all I could think before I was unconscious from the cake.
A/N: Was that good? Or was that too sudden? If you have any problems with the story, post it in the reviews! I really can't tell what people think about this until they review! And Lucas is a guy...