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Ya I'm 18 and like Pokemon, deal with it.
Allie's school for magic
I sat on my chair reading Mr. Barry's guide to berries with my legs propped up on the desk.
'Why doesn't everyone just use lum berries?' I thought turning the page.
Tap
Tap
Tap!
I grinned and jumped up from the chair, (landing flat on my face) and hurried over to the window.
'That could only be one thing-'
"Hi little guy." I cooed opening the window so the spearow could hop in. I coxed it onto my hand and started petting its head with a finger. "Are you hungry?" I asked. It bobbed its head yes. So I reached into the flower pot on the window sill for some bread crumbs and put them on my dresser the spearow clicked its beak in thanks and flew to the food.
This little guy had been coming to see me every day for about a week now. We'd fallen into a kind of routine, I give him food, he eats and cleans himself while I talk about my day, then he craps on the dresser and flies off again.
I sighed as I left the room in search of some windex. 'Still, its worth it.' I thought coming back with the windex and a paper towel. 'Only time I get to have an intelligent conversation around here.' I thought cleaning up the mess.
A few minutes later I was about to climb back in my chair when I heard the door slam open.
"Allie! Get yer ass down here right now!" Come the loving voice of my guardian Jet Cleevy.
I hurried downstairs to the living room to find Jet swaying in the doorway. "Ya Jet?"his fist swung but I side-stepped. "I told you, call me sir!" he slurred almost falling over.
"Sorry sir" I said wrinkling my nose from the whiskey fumes. "Ungrateful little, even after I got you a present.." he lurched digging around in his pocket. My ears perked at 'present'. "well here it is." he said he said taking out a bundle and throwing it on the floor. A shiny green something skidded out. "Maybe you can make that st-stu- dumb bird of yours evol-" he fell over. I sighed and helped the jerk known as jet (still mumbling about how ungrateful I was) to the couch.
This had been my life sense the age of 3. Apparently my folks died in some freak accident at the zoo, well they hadn't made a will, so I got stuck with this jerk.
Said jerk farted and rolled over with a snore. I shook my head and walked over to my 'present' cautiously. The last 'present' I got turned out to be a rotted meowth skull. So it was a big surprise when I bent over and saw a thunderstone on the floor.
Little did I know-
"present, huh?" I asked picking it up.
my life-
It glowed.
Would never be the same.
AN: I know I should be working on Revenge right now and I am. I have most of the next chapter done and everything, but its in two parts so I need to find a way to bridge the gap. Please review! :)
