"Ash, you know why you're here, I hope."

"Yeah, yeah. I'm failing Math class or something. Can I leave now?"

"You're in one of the most respected universities out there. This is a place known for talented scholars looking to pursue their dreams in life. You are the exact opposite. You need a wake up call."

"Did you say something? I was busy thinking about why I should care about what you say."

"That's it, Ash. You want to play this game, don't you? I can play, too." Willow stood up and put his hands on the table. "I know what you love most. It's interfering with your education. I'm taking away your Pokeballs until you can prove to me that you are worthy to even breathe in this place."

I stopped looking at the floor and looked up at Professor Willow, irritated and agitated at my ignorance. "You're gonna take my Pokemon away?" I stood up. "They didn't do anything wrong. But, if you insist on taking my property, go ahead. However, you will not lay one finger on my Pikachu."

"The janitors already confiscated all your Pokemon, including Pikachu. I'm not trying to hurt you. You are an intelligent man. You are very lazy, however. If I take away something you love most, you can fight to get it back."

"Willow!" I kicked my chair across the empty room. "You can't fucking do this to me! You aren't my father! I've been with Pikachu for a decade now! Would you like it if I kidnapped your Sligoo and gave it back to you when you lose the fucking dick lodged into your throat?" Infuriated, I flipped the table over and dug my eyes into Willow's curious stare.

"Well, that's all the time I have. Please get out of my office." Willow flipped the table back up. "Now."

I tightened my eyebrows and stared into Willow's eyes. Thinking I can't really argue with the professor who runs the academics of the University, I turned around and slowly walked to the exit. Willow coughed and mumbled. "Ash. Have a good day. Also, could you pick up the chair? My back hurts."

Bullshit, I thought. I opened the door and slammed it shut.

. . .

It was nearly midnight. I couldn't fall asleep. Pikachu helped me when i was depressed, and now he isn't there. I was only failing two classes. I mean, I guess my roommate was a straight B student, and everyone else I know is doing better then me, but so what? Failing a few classes isnt bad. Whatever. I got up and stretched. Might as well make something to eat. Walking over to the kitchen, which was just a microwave, some counter space, a "stove" and a few cabinets, I saw my roommate, May. "Hey, May. What you doing up so late?" May jolted and turned around. "Don't fucking do that, you scared the shit outta me!" We both blushed and laughed. "Someones a bit on edge today. You know, as the guy who lost all of his Pokemon today, I didn't expect you to be so jumpy. You alright?"

"Uuh... Yeah. I'm fine."

"Look, May, if it has something to do with Brock giving you those dick pictures I saw you looking at, its fine. All I have to do is look down to see a bigger dick."

"You saw that?" May blushed again. "Anyways, it's nothing. I shouldn't be awake this late. I have some homework to do. Night, roomie."

May started to walk away, but I put my hand around her right cheek, feeling her smooth skin and silky hair. "Look, I understand you like me. I get it. You don't have to be so disclosed about it." I felt her long, wavy, flawless hair. "I like you too, May." She didn't push me away. "I... I..." May tried to talk. I slowly pulled her head towards my lips. But May pulled away. "Ash, I like you, but I don't want to be with you. We've been friends for years. Don't make this hard on both of us. I just want to keep being friends."

I walked a step back from May. "Oh... O... Okay. S.. Ssorry." I walked back into my bedroom and gently shut the door.

I heard a really loud beeping noise. "Uugh..." The alarm read 6:30. I still have 3 hours till class. But, instead of pressing the snooze button, I unraveled my sheets and grabbed a Monster. Through the window was a clear sky and a bright sun. "Today's gonna be a good day, isnt it?" I muttered to myself.

I brushed my teeth and went outside the dorm, breathing in the air. Since no classes are going on, I might as well go to the Pokemon Stadium. But, I caught something from the corner of my eye. Professor Willow, walking towards me. What the hell does he want?

"Good morning, Ash. Looks like you're up a bit early. Everything alright? If you're having roommate or personal problems, I'm right here."

"What do you want?"

"I just wanted to tell you that I'm not your enemy. The only enemy is you. Just remember that."

"You took away what I wanted to be ever since I got my Pikachu. My dream has always been to be a Pokemon master. I have beaten more gym leaders, defeated more champions, traveled across the world, caught more pokemon, and I am an expert Pokemon trainer. I don't care about Math or English or anything besides my Pokemon. Just remember THAT."

"You know how to force little creatures to do your bidding. I have a Doctorates in educational leadership. I have mastered literature, the arts, and history. Pokemon are just a mere distraction. Just because we have creatures other places in the galaxy don't doesn't mean our educational standards change. You came here for a reason, Ash. Academics always win."

I growled and looked down. He was right. I turned around and walked towards the stairs. I won't let him put me down.