Boredom. Everyone is attacked by it, yet it is something everyone loves. The feeling of being able to do something, but not fairly interested in doing that certain activity. Or any at all. It is like a two way drug that can only be cured by a shadow of interest in anything. The need to not do anything is strong, but the cries of boring feelings sound out the growing problems of everything around you.

Yet you are still bored enough to act like you care. Lack of attention left your regine fragmented, and you just simply watched it happen like nothing. You were too bored to pad up your senses, just watch your regine get stomped, smashed, and struck because you were thinking on doing something completely different because this topic in Math Class was too boring.

To get into more definition; there are three types of boredom, all of which involve problems of engagement ofattention. These include times when we are prevented from engaging in wanted activity, when we are forced to engage in unwanted activity, or when we are simply unable for no apparent reason to maintain engagement in any activity or spectacle. Boredom proneness is a tendency to experience boredom of all types. This is typically assessed by the Boredom Proneness Scale.

Recent research has found that boredom proneness is clearly and consistently associated with failures of attention. Boredom and its proneness are both theoretically and empirically linked to depression and similar symptoms. Nonetheless, boredom proneness has been found to be as strongly correlated with attentional lapses as with depression. Although boredom is often viewed as a trivial and mild irritant, proneness to boredom has been linked to a very diverse range of possible psychological, physical, educational, and social problems.

Normally this isn't a problem for people selfpiting, feeding their resentment from those around them or from their lack of empathy for the rest. Those who struggled and failed because they didn't have the right tools, they pushed too hard and burnt out, those who had the misfortune of a one bad judgement call. Something that was just too far out of reach, like Mother's cookie vase. No help from anyone and they fought in vain. Left out in the cold like twigs, turning to thievery and cannibalism to survive. Maybe not the last one, but you understand right?

So why am I on the streets? Maybe because I was one of the misfortunes, failing to scramble enough Pokecoin to pay my rent? Maybe it was the fact that killing that Rattata who broke in my house left me depressed, made me not want to do my job? Or was it because I am young and naive, that I was too eager to hope for a better career?

No.

This is my fault. I asked for more than I already had and paid for it, miserably cheated by the rules of my contract and simply lost everything. I lose my employment as a teacher, my house, the purse in my bag, my bag, everything!

Even my friends ditched me in a hurry, found out I was being evicted and they bailed like jail. Funny, last thing I remembered is that I known them since Cubhood. Yet they still leave me to die like a rabid, self destructive Voltorb. The only difference, once again, is that I won't be taking anyone down with me.

Well screw them, I can survive the streets myself.

So why do I feel like it isn't my fault? This is part of the Seven Stages of Grief surly, but am I really stuck on denial, or shock? I don't want to be angry or depressed, but it happens. I won't escape it, it will come to me like a hyperbeam. The difference is I can't feel this one, the freezing rain left my shocked body drenched and cold. Rain seemed to never stop all of a sudden, the water Pokémon always make sure that we aren't flooding. So what is the deal with the rain?

I can't escape the rain in a cardboard box, I need to scuffle up a job. I need to get paid, have a steady job to afford a cheap apartment... I need a plan... How do I get out of poverty? I need the most foolproof plan I could ever come up with.

"Hey, Chaos!" I heard my name, I took a look behind me to find a Fennekin under a worn out umbrella. "I found what you were looking for!"

Doge, my trustworthy friend from the shelter, was a fiercely loyal guy. Doge was the only Pokémon to not try to kill, molest, or anything unfriendly, in fact he shared the same picture when we were kids. Instead of being cheated to the road, Doge was thrown out of his house by his drunken were always hoping we were together, but once they found out about the Zorau he was dating. They shunned him and me. He's like a brother to me,

So I plan on getting him out of the streets too.

"Great job," I grumbled, yawning. I noticed he was just standing there with the umbrella, wagging his tail obediently. Jeez... "What? Did you think I asked you for a umbrella just to sit there getting soaked?"

"Sorry," the Fennekin paced beside me and poppsd open the umbrella. "I had to go through hell finding this..."

"Are you hurt?" I asked, looking at him.

"You worry too much," he teased flicking his tail. "I am a level thirty-five!"

"In a level fourty town," I rolled my eyes, sighing.

For the next few moments we just stared at the opening town, our corner could only do so much for visual pleasure or pity. Our apparal didn't help our case any more, I wore a black beanie with black thin framed glasses. Doge was wearing a bandage on his forehead, his ear looked like a Rattata took a bitw out of it. Nasty but I am a teacher; not a nurse.

"Chaos..." I heard the Fennekin speak once more, "What will you do?"

"Sorry?" I was simply confused by his question.

"What will you do when you get out of poverty?"

"I need a job before we can start all of that,"

"We?"

"I will not let you stay here!"

"Sorry... But I don't want to be a burde…"

"You are not staying here in the corner, we are going to make it through together."

Somehow.

Hunger; the physical sensation of hunger is related to contractions of the stomach muscles. These contractions—sometimes called hunger pangs once they become severe—are believed to be triggered by high concentrations of the hormone Ghrelin. The hormones Peptide YY and Leptin can have an opposite effect on the appetite, causing the sensation of being full. Ghrelin can be released if blood sugar levels get low—a condition that can result from long periods without eating. Stomach contractions from hunger can be especially severe and painful in children and young adults.

Hunger pangs can be made worse by irregular meals. People who can't afford to eat more than once a day sometimes refuse one-off additional meals, because if they don't eat at around the same time on the next few days, they may suffer extra severe hunger pangs.

Older people may feel less violent stomach contractions when they get hungry, but still suffer the secondary effects resulting from low food intake: these include weakness, irritability and decreased concentration. Prolonged lack of adequate nutrition also causes increased susceptibility to disease and reduced ability for the body to self heal.

That is the definition of hunger, it hurts to know that. The pain of it is almost unbearable, like spikes shooting up the stomach. The pain can't be cured by just waiting around, watching my ribs peek through my skin. I need a source of steady food, enough for me and Doge. It isn't a problem during rainy seasons, it can feed us. The Oran Berry Bush is enough to fill for the easy months. The hard months is a different story. Like this one for example.

It won't stop raining, and I am serious.

Our fire attacks are reduced by half, meaning Doge and I have to resort to petty basic attacks. Will-o-Whisp, flamethrower, tackle, quick attack.

The darn rain seems to drown our plant. Meaning no food unless we start lowering ourselves to just start stealing, who knows... I might just if I continue to starve. Blimey, I never thought I would say that... I opened my eyes to find the pleasant feel of a rainy of the morning. Boy that was a great sight to wake up too once more. Another dreamless night.

I heaved myself up and stretched tiredly, my stomach growled miserably. I noticed that Doge was still asleep, I will tell him later. We can't stay in the city; we'll starve out here. I twitched my reddish ears and yawned the tiredness out of my system. I took a step towards the outside to find my path blocked by a Tysplosion.

I know him too well.

"Chaos," he apprehended me, "You are not dodging Mr. Vogel any longer."

"My contract with him was terminated," I retorted, swishing hair out of my eyes with a paw. "It was one of the last things to go."

"Not for his second article!" The tysplosion reminded. What second article.

"Remimd me, what is the second article?"

"You will spend another full twelve months teaching his next of heir,"

"No, not the little brat. Find someone else." I growled, "The Zororak can find some other poor female to drive to the ground."

"You speak like you have a choice, Chaos, Mr. Vogel has recently gotten involved with the Mafia now. You now educate Mafia students so they are not fools." Tysplosion grunted, "I can kill you if you want!"

"How does your flank feel?" I began, "Because you and Mr. Vogel are fucked!" I growled… I don't need this job anyways. And the Mafia? Idiots.

I took a minute to reconsider.

"I wish to meet Mr. Vogel about Contract Conflictions and Rights. Conditions if you will" I demanded, "Then I will work, effective Immediately. And so will my assistant, Doge."

He doesn't accept this, then I would rather Tysploion kill me.