A/N: This is a fanfiction about Captainsparklez, even though it may not seem like it right now. It is my first fic so please, constructive critisism is encouraged but don't rip me to shreads, please?

Chapter One.

I sit at my regular spot on the playground, against the fence on a wooden plank that the school so generously never takes away. It's in the sun in both the recesses so I have nice lighting to read my book. I pull out one of my favourites, Richard Dawkins "The God Delusion" and start reading from chapter four. I don't know why I like it so much, perhaps it's the fact he's so frank in his writing, or perhaps it's something completely different. I don't really know, nor do I really care though.

"Please don't block out the sun," I mumbled to what I thought was myself regarding what I thought was a cloud.

"S-sorry… uh, really sorry…"

"Huh? OH um, it's no problem," I stumbled, "I thought it was a cloud so I was just muttering to myself, no need to apologize."

"Oh uh, yeah, sure I guess. Um, my name's Jordan, Jordan Maron. Nice to meet you," he responded smiling kind of shyly

"I know, you're in my class remember? We've been in the same class for 5 months now."

"Whaa-? Oh um, I uh-" I see him biting his lip so hard, it looks like it's going to start bleeding, "it's just that you're reading such a big book, and you don't talk much to our grade so I assumed you were older. How come I've never seen you in class?"

Am I actually that secluded? I've talked to people in my class, right? Err…

"I'm there alright. Ask Mrs. Averkelly she hates me. Anyways, my name's Phantasia Skye, with a P-H and an E at the end of 'Skye'. You can call my Phanty, that's what everyone calls me. I know it's a weird name," I introduce while motioning for him to sit down with me.

To be quite honest he wasn't all that bad looking. He has brown hair and brown eyes, small, very subtle dimples, and from what I could tell, something kind of resembling a laugh line starting to take shape. He occasionally stutters as if he wasn't that sure of himself, and pretty smart for our age, even coming from me.

"So are you like a genius or something?" he asks.

"Huh?"

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Err, I was analyzing how unnatural the soil composition in this area is, in comparison to the general region of L.A." Yeah. Phanty. Nice job. He looks very confused, "well regarding your question, no, I'm not a genius."

"What are you talking about, Phanty? You're reading a book that says, "de-luh- um de-luh-ss-e-on. Deluhsseon?" Poor guy.

"It's pronounced delusion. De-lu-shion. It means an ides that someone believes in completely, except it doesn't make any sense. Like, believing in fairies or something like that," I try to explain as simply as possible.

"God, then. He's a delusion?" he asks me, wide eyed. I cringe, "don't worry I'm not religious or anything, some of my relatives are though."

"I don't know. Only a genius would know that, and I told you, I'm not a genius"

"I see, close enough though" he got up and only then did I realize the bell was ringing

"Come on Phanty, recess is over" Jordan says while pulling me up.

Close enough, huh.

Class was boring as usual. Mrs. Averkelly's voice droned on, as usual, while watching the other kids do "work" like using blocks to show numbers.

"Ms. Skye, if you are so insistent on not joining the class utilize blocks to represent numbers for visualization, perhaps you would like to demonstrate your knowledge on the board for us," she chimed using that terrible falsetto voice of hers while trying to sound smart. God she annoys me.

I got up and solved the question with ease, although the rest of the class did look pretty confused. Why must school be so boring?

"Ms. Skye," Mrs. Averkelly looks furious, "go around and help the others if you're so proud of your abilities."

"Yay," I think while she directs me to a boy picking his nose. What happened to around the class?

"Actually, Mrs. Averkelly, I was having trouble with the blocks," I hear from the other side of the room. JORDAN? THANK YOU.

"Well, Ms. Skye, I suppose you could go help Mr. Maron."

I walked over to him happily. He was giving me that you-owe-me-one look.

"You don't need help, do you?" I laughed.

"Well you see, I'm having trouble representing numbers with blocks for visualization," he beamed, "anyways, I've been meaning to ask you something, though it's kind of random though."

"What?"

"Well—"

"Whhaatt?"

"Do you like Pokémon?"

"Yea," I beamed, "I do"