The Rocket War

(Prologue)

-March 30th, 2082

A young man at the age of 17 throws a wad of paper at a fellow student. "What the hell Allan!" the student asked upset.

"Pick up the wad I tried to shoot into the garbage can, and toss it back to me so I can try again." Allan told him. The student Allan nailed in the head with the wad of paper, picked up the wad, and threw it back to Allan. "Thanks dumb ass." Allan rudely thanked him… "Swish!" he shouted after making the basket.

"Allan!" his teacher called his name. "What!" he asked. "Stop it please." his teacher told him.

"But I'm bored!" Allan complained. "You don't find The Rocket War interesting?" his teacher asked him.

"Sorry Mr. Skinner, but I don't." "Well you still need to do the work." Mr. Skinner reminded him. "Fine, but it's not any use to me." Allan said, and held his book in front of his face.

Allan took out his PSP and started playing it, the book shielding the teacher's view. "Allan, when are you gonna actually do work in this class?" a girl asked from behind him.

Allan turned around to face her "When Mr. Skinner turns into Ms. Skinner, and looks like Julie Gray in a tight out fit." he told her. (Since right now this story is set way in the future, I had to make up a model)

"You don't find The Rocket War interesting?" the girl asked. "No! how many times do I have to say it, Michele?" he asked her. "Well it is very interesting, but you really haven't read too much into it to know is all." Michele told him.

"You got that right, I read one paragraph and there were Z's coming out of my mouth." Allan joked. "You're such a jerk." she said, and went back to work.

Allan watched the clock, just one minute until the bell rang. "Ok everyone, remember tomorrow we're gonna hear from a Rocket Camp survivor." Mr. Skinner reminded him. "Oh great, let the Z's keep on coming." Allan said, ticked off.

"Maybe then you'll get interested in The Rocket War Allan." Mr. Skinner turned his attention to him. "Well, you'll know if I think it's interesting if I don't fall asleep during the reminisce crap, or ditch the class all together." Allan said, and put his back pack on, and got up just as the bell rang.

All the students began getting up to leave, when the teacher called Allan. "What is it Mr. S?" he asked. "Are you seriously thinking about ditching?" "Well…yeah." Allan told him.

"Why? It's a once and a life time opportunity." Skinner told him. "What? To get bored? To listen to an old guy? By the way, how old is the old guy?" Allan asked.

"He's 94 years young." Skinner told him, his arms had been crossed the whole time.

"So are you gonna come?" Skinner asked. "Can't say for sure." Alan said, and left. Mr. Skinner sighed, and walked back to his desk.


Allan went home, along with Michele. She had trouble in math class, so Allan volunteered to tutor her. They laid on his bed, doing the work.

"Math is he only thing I have trouble with." she said. "Well, a lot of girls do, they say that guys are better than girls at math." he told her.

About an hour later, they were finally finished up with every thing now, and Michele was packing up her stuff. "So do you understand a little better now?" he asked her. "Yeah, I think so, thanks so much." she thanked him. She put her mote book in her bag, and zipped it up. "So thanks again." she thanked him again, and smiled at him. She had a faint blush on her cheeks.

"Well, I should be go-" but before she could finish her statement, Allan landed a kiss on her lips. She put her hands slowly around his neck. And he placed his hands on her hips. They stood making out for a few minutes, before Allan brong them to the bed. Allan removed his shirt, and started kissing her neck.

"Wait." she told him. He stopped kissing her "What?" "If I sleep with you…you promise you'll hear the Rocket Camp survivor?" she asked. "Sure." he said, and went in to kiss her…but she pulled away. "I want to hear you promise." she told him.

"Ok fine, I promise that I'll go to the stupid Rocket thing." he said quickly. "Ok good…now let's do it." she said, and…they did do it.


-March 31st

7th hour started at school, and Allan headed from English to History Class, the last class of the day. He thought about just going home, and then remembered the promise he made to Michele. "Ok, fine." he mumbled. He walked into his class.

After the bell rang, that meant class started, Mr. Skinner lead his class to the auditorium, where the speaker would be.

Once inside, they all took their seats. Allan sat next to Michele, the only person in the class that actually kind of liked him. They sat there for ten long minutes. Allan played his PSP during the wait.

"Ok everyone, our guest speaker has arrived. Please show respect." Skinner whispered the last sentence. Skinner then went back stage, and returned with the 94 year old Rocket Camp survivor.

"Here he is everyone, this is Rocket Camp survivor Ash Ketchum." Mr. Skinner told them. "Hello everyone." Ash was barely able to say.

Allan rolled his eyes, knowing that he might be too quiet to even hear, and he had a very strange voice as well.

"Take it away when ever your ready Mr. Ketchum." Skinner said, and went to sit down in the seats with his students. "Thank you Mr. Skinner."

Ash took a seat on a chair set on the stage. "Ok…I'll start from the very beginning…" Ash started.

To Be Continued