1' sometimes over-thinking isn't enough thinking.

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The ticks of the clock, a hot, hot temperature of the room and the noise of the teacher's shoes tapping the floor, all of it was uncomfortable. Students' eyes would avert the others' if they met, and no one could hear it, but every single one of their hearts were beating at radical paces. This was what made a classroom during an exam. Or, at least to May, it did.

Her oceanic eyes were bloodshot, bloodshot from the lack of sleep and stress. The near end of her throat happened to be dry, so dry that the saliva would stick and occasionally prevent her from delivering words. She disregarded breakfast and lunch in order to have added time for studying; therefore her stomach caved in with hunger. The tips of her small fingers rubbed against the wooden table with restlessness. May wasn't smart, or at least in her own opinion she wasn't, she liked to believe herself to be "hard-working."

As she sucked the inside of her cheek, the white door slowly opened, a young man's head steadily peeked through it. His eyes scanned the room and abruptly stopped when he found May's cinnamon hair. The student tip-toed to the young woman and gently tapped her shoulder, she jumped.

"What do you want, Brendan?!" Her voice was raspy, and since she whispered, it was almost as if sound didn't even come out of her lips, she just mouthed the words.

"You need to come with me. Now." His voice was placid, his eyes told more than his words.

The young woman's eyes calmed once she understood the seriousness of his tone; and she slowly arose, picked up her books, and left the room with Brendan. Once the two were in the silence of the hallway, May beckoned her friend to speak. Her heart had beat faster with every passing second, her eyes felt as if they were on fire. Then, Brendan said five words which swirled her body into utter fraught.

"You need to go home."

"Why?"

"You… I don't think you would want to hear this kind of news from me."

The brunette released an agnostic laugh. "What would it be that I wouldn't want to hear from one of my best friends?"

Brendan swallowed and his eyes went to the floor, his angular hands planted themselves on her shoulders. May had never seen her friend so serious, throughout the three years they had been friends, he would only show this side of himself when times were crucial. She brought in a deep breath and nodded to her friend, taking his hands off her shoulders and walking away. Brendan's blue orbs watched her leave, a small, strange smile curving across his lips.

May barged through her dormitory room door, clutching a duffel bag. She shoved any clean clothes she could find in the bag, frantically she tucked her phone into her pocket. Finishing her "packing," (it was actually an awful job in her mind), the young woman ran out the door and down the hallways. Once she exited the building, all left was to drive home. May only had to endure a three-hour ride.

Those three hours antagonized the girl's mind, she wondered, did something happen to her parents? Maybe her father had another heart attack, maybe her mother relapsed? She wasn't sure; and she was upset since the last time she saw them there were issues unresolved. The poor girl had become scared out of her mind, her breath was caught in her throat.

However, she had assured herself of one thing: whatever it was, it wasn't as if her parents disappeared off the globe. The drive tired her mind, restless from over thinking, and she wanted to stop and tell herself, "pull yourself together you idiot." But she couldn't, she had to keep going, unfortunately unraveling every mile of the way. The sun had slowly began to decline behind the hills, and the brunette sipped on her coffee now and then.

She eventually arrived in her hometown, her blue eyes scattered left and right searching for a sigh of relief. At this point, she would take seeing her old, fifth grade teacher, Mrs. Turp, at the nearest convenience store would help her relax. But she laughed to herself in pity, "now why on earth would that old lady be out at 9:00 PM?"

She passed the police station, which strangely had all of its lights on—she noted that the station never has all of its lights on meaning something had happened and the police were working late. Although, May's mind did not make the connection that this something involved her parents; and she continued onto her neighborhood.

Now, even though all the lights at the station were lit, not a house showed even a glint of gold. This perplexed the girl, she decelerated her car, presently searching for a home with lights. To her distress, she could not spot a single house: May began creeping throughout the streets in uneasiness.

She summoned the courage and decided to drive to her home already, her heart thumped. She slowly pulled up and parked with a soft screech, May exhaled and inhaled heavy breaths. Her eyes widened in confusion as there was yellow police tape in a cross on her front door. Her brown loafers stepped out onto the gravel and proceeded up to her white house, she felt numb now. May couldn't hear anything besides the sound of her racing heart, specifically as her fingertips reached for the yellow tape.

It was cold out, breezes of bone chilling air swept underneath her nose; and her fingers became pink. She swallowed, but merely before she could touch the yellow plastic, she became conscious of a large body behind herself. This body was taller than her, shoulders broader than her, she hadn't known wether she should be scared. But it was too late to know right or wrong—because this person struck her skull with a sharp pressure, her last sight happened to be her front door then everything seemed to fade to black…

chapter 1, end.

author's note: it has been quite some time since I've done a story... I've found different interests, but I have definitely improved my writing. I'm rusty to writing on-going fiction, so please bear with me as I try to get back into my groove. This is Gameverse, so chill out my fellow animeshippers. This is a rather short chapter, but again, I am rusty. Other chapters will be longer. I also hope to update monthly. I do not own the Pokémon franchise either.