Pain. Anger. Adrenaline.
They shot up and down my body like missiles as I fell to the ground, coughing and sputtering. It was a bad idea to pick a fight with the biggest guy at school, but then again, I never thought he'd actually hit a girl.
"You bastard!" I shouted. "Why the hell would you hit a girl!?!"
Ken Rodgers, tall and hulking, spoke down to me.
"You punched me in the stomach. And I didn't hit you, I pushed you."
I glared at him angrily, primarily because he was trying to excuse himself for his actions, and also because pushing someone has the same effect as a body slam when the attacker is 6'5.
"You just wait, when I get you-" I started to pull out a pokeball.
"ENOUGH!"
The deep, commanding voice of a king at war rose throughout the courtyard. The voice belonged to a teacher at the school. He taught the most advanced classes, and he taught them to the most prestigious students. He had gone to every region, every gym, faced every trainer alive in the last 80 years and won every time. The voice belonged to a Pokémon Master. The voice belonged to my brother, Mike.
"I want all of you to go to class right now." He said into the silence. "And you two stay behind." Uh-oh. He walked over and looked at Ken. "Ken, I'll make this quick. As a teacher, I'm telling you to avoid fighting unnecessarily at all times. And as a brother, I'm telling you to stay away from my sister. Dismissed."
Ken walked off, disgruntled but intact. I knew the case wouldn't be the same for me.
"Kelly, I-"
"Yeah, yeah. Don't pick fights, very disappointed, fourth time I've had to tell you, etcetera, etcetera."
"But you don't seem to get it! And don't talk back to me, I'm a teacher. I'll send you straight to detention, young lady."
"I'm 16, I'm not a 'young lady' anymore!" But I could see the mischief creeping into his eyes.
"Alright, little girl," He was easily five or six inches taller than me. "I'll let this slide with a warning. But I'm telling Mom and Dad about this, and you're in real trouble if this happens again."
"Yeah, yeah, I got it-"
"Kelly," His eyes flashed a serious glance at me, "I'm not kidding. Now go, and tell Mr. Harbin it's my fault you're late."
……….
The bell had rung. I was free. The doors were flung open and I rushed out into the cool autumn breeze. Before walking home, I passed through the training fields, as is my custom. Once a week, people would get together and battle each other for fun, so I enjoyed watching, only occasionally battling myself. As usual, I saw some hot-headed student taking on my brother and getting, for lack of a better term, totally shot down. Mike only had to use Blaze, his blaziken, who was also his first ever Pokémon. As usual, Mike demonstrated that he was unbeatable to the world, people cheered and feared, and we went home together. I use such as short description of my afternoon because, well….it's just that simple. I walk out, Mike wins, we leave.
Mike always won.