A ROCKIN STORY I WROTE THE OTHER DAY! But I tryed 2 upload yesterday but the stupid internet wouldnt let me let me on. :( It would of been uploaded sooner but I was worried bout the rateing on this one but I askd around and they said T.

Well that's all cept.

HAPPY VT'S DAY!

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Messing with Gold's cloths was the BIGGEST MISTAKE OF MY LIFE.

So that stupid team rocket was at the radio tower thinking they could somehow reach my dad (The leader of team rocket.) by radio which is stupid because he never listens to radio and he's probably hiding in some cave some where how would you get radio reception? HOW WOULD YOU PLUG IN A RADIO? I guess there is wireless ones...

So back to the tower. I walk in and I see two grunts. I ready to beat the pants off them when I noticed the shorter, younger one trying to hide his face away from me. I yanked him over to see it was none other than my rival Gold.

I hated him he was soooo annoying and stupid. He had the mind of a skitty. "I won a pokemon battle." "It's time for food." "I need to use the bathroom." Simple minded stuff like that. But what I hated most of all about Gold was the way he dressed.

So the way Gold dressed is a common style between twelve year old boys. He wore black basket ball shorts and a yellow hood with a matching baseball cap. (Backwards.) And his thick raven hair stuck out of it. He also wore old tennis shoes and the laces where always tied weird. To be honest I never liked that look. But on Gold I HATED IT!

Well (again.) back to the tower. Today he was wearing A TEAM ROCKET UNIFORM two word's..WRONG ANSWER.

"Gold?" I said. My rage building.

"Siiiivvveeerrr you blew my cover."

"Well I'm gonna rip it off!" I said as I took him pined him to the ground. I riped off his jacket. Then his under shirt. And all that was left was a...bra?

I blinked twice just to make sure I was not seeing things. A black laced bra and two...a pair of...a chest the kind a chest only a WOMAN has.

"Gold your a-" I tried to say but she punched me. Then pined ME to the ground. She looked me dead in the eye with a death glair even the reaper count of give you.

"I put up with you FREAKIN BULL CRAP every time I see your FREAKIN UGLY face. But this was the last starw you PEDOPHILE." That was the LIGHT version of it...

And what that she stooped my face real good...wile the other rocket guy was rockin himself repeating "I am not a pedophile. I am not a pedophile."

I woke up in the hospital the next day with about everything broken...and in a pink dress...

What did I learn that day?

DON'T MESS WITH GOLD'S CLOTHS.