Where am I? -by the WhiteQueen on KeonieCopper's account

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon

Chapter 1

I looked out the door out of the auditorium sorrowfully. The mornings at Larence Junior High were always miserably boring compared to a day of a janitor, because the mornings were filled with useless speeches and announcements about the upcoming day. Completely useless if you already knew what was about to happen any way.

The only good thing about these useless lectures was watching the back of Sam's head. Sam was the most perfect guy you could find. A jock, good looking, and smart beyond even Albert Einstein's wildest dreams. I'm Alexis Shellwood and I am a loser.

I have nicely brushed brown hair and jade eyes that never seem to stop sparkling. My jeans are never ripped, which is extremely unpopular now-a-days for some random reason. The silkscreen on my "Hello Kitty" shirt is old and cracked, and my skin is completely white, no matter how many times I've tried to get a tan at the beach.

Sam Walters knew me since I arrived in town, in the 5th grade. His parents and my parents worked in the same office, so I was constantly reminded that I had a crush on him. He had nicely cut black hair and nicely shaded blue eyes. All just so… nice! Even his personality was a glowing resemblance of kindness like Oprah Winfrey's, so giving. But with the same popularity as Oprah, I never got to see him at all anymore. He was my elder by a year, but what's a year compared to a never ending crush?

"This Friday, a few scientists will be here," said Mr. Burkawitz, "they have some sort of 'project' they would like to share with you all!"

"Won't that be fun?" Mr. Falcon sarcastically commented. Mr. Falcon was the coolest teacher in the whole school! Instead of shoving our feelings aside like most teachers, he actually listened. Even the school counselor couldn't compare to his feelings. He was also incredibly funny as well, with a hands-on activity for every Social Studies class he taught.

The whole school laughed at Mr. Falcon, and soon with a grudging defeat of losing our attention, Mr. Burkawitz dismissed us.

Later that day, I came home, dropping my three-million-pound backpack. My little brother zoomed around me with one his stupid toys.

"Alexis! Alexis!" my little brother, Deaven cried, "Look, look, look, look, LOOK!"

"Just spit it out before you hyperventilate," I replied unenthusiastically. My ten-year-old brother glared with his chocolate eyes, "I got Mom to buy me a new Pokeball!"

"Pokemon?" I gaped, "that show is so stupidly dubbed. Aren't you a little old for it?" I laughed hysterically. Deaven groaned, "You are so not helping with the mood!"

"Oh, I'm sorry," I replied sarcastically, "Next time you get another toy, maybe for Barney the Dinosaur or something, I'll be more chipper about it!"

Deaven began to whine annoyingly. Then he bolted to his room, slamming the door behind him. I could hear his annoying voice scream, "I HATE YOU ALEXIS! I HATE YOU!"

Well, my job's done for the day. I thought triumphantly. I began up the stairs toward my room. When I got there, I turned up my Skillet CD and wondered how I would get out of school on Friday long enough to avoid the scientists.

Friday, or doom's day, finally arrived, and every teenager around me was dreading it. Who wouldn't, considering the loooong lecture about to unfold. I even saw some punks bring in a pillow. How they could sneak a nap with out the teachers knowing, I would never know.

"We are conducting an experiment," snootily began a professor, maybe in his thirties, "to bring something we all know to life. We were thinking one of you could be our-how should I say this-test rat."

I coughed. I'd hate to be the sucker who got stuck with that job. I thought to myself.

"We are going to choose one of you by random."

I watched in horror as the professor's eyes darted from one child to the next. Every teenage kid was sweating in the room, I was sure, but what I was wondering was why we didn't get like, a permission slip of some sort to do this sort of thing. It had to be a joke, to make us focus on the teachers more, or something like that.

I froze when the eyes stopped on me, "You," said the professor icily. Doom, death, and destruction, what would come out of this experiment? I shakily stood up, afraid of what may happen.

My heart beat became clear rhythm in my head as I walked down the aisle, I could hear many sighs of relief from other kids as I passed. My pulse became quicker and quicker with every step until I found myself looking down at my shoes in front of everybody.

"Now," said the professor, "just relax, and walk up the stage and to the projection screen."

I obeyed without hesitation, my own fear was eating me alive, so it would be best to just get it over with. I stood in front of the screen and stared into the audience for Sam.

"Now turn toward the screen and stand back," the professor ordered. I obeyed lifelessly and I could hear the scientists fiddling with something behind me, "FIRE!" one of the yelled. I turned my head with startlement as a black laser passed me and hit the projection screen. I looked at the screen and gasped.

A black hole.

The wind started pulling me in, no matter how much I tried to break free of the current. I got closer, and closer, and closer until…