The alarm clock blared next to me. I woke up with a jolt, and turned towards the clock. Sure enough, it read Friday, 7:00 AM. Time for more torture, I thought as I began to get dressed.

It was yet another school day, so I had to get ready quickly in order to get to school on time. I ran downstairs and made myself a quick bowl of cereal, my normal weekday breakfast. My mom walked down the stairs, looking very tired. Her light brown hair was messed up in knots, her droopy eyelids covering her soft blue eyes. "Morning, sweetie!" She said cheerfully as she went to go make herself some coffee.

"Morning, mom." I said as I shoved another spoonful of cereal into my mouth. A newspaper lay next to me on the table, so I figured, I've got some time. I picked up the newspaper and began reading the sports section. Inside it was a ton of information regarding the Pokemon League, advanced Pokemon competitions that were coming, and even news about the Pokemon League Champion, Red.

"Honey, you better put down that newspaper and finish getting ready, or you're gonna be late again!" Mom turned towards me. I looked at my watch. 7:45 AM. How could it already be 7:45?! I wolfed down the rest of my cereal, practically threw the empty bowl onto the counter top for Mom to clean, and sprinted upstairs to get my things together. I grabbed my binder full of completed homework and shoved it into my red Pokemon backpack. I ran back downstairs and snagged the lunch mom had made for me. I ran over to the front door and threw my shoes on, grabbed my coat off of the brass coat rack, and headed out the door.

I ran with all my might, my lunch bag hitting the side of my leg, swinging from side to side. I feared that I was going to be late yet another time. If I arrived tardy again, I would receive another detention. One more detention and I would receive an in-school suspension for receiving too many detentions.

As I ran, I noticed an old man sitting on a wooden bench. He looked at me blankly. I looked his way, and he smiled. He had very white hair, wrinkly skin, and a cheerful smile. I smiled back and waved at him. "Hello there!" The man said.

"Hi." I replied blankly. I stopped running to talk to the man.

"What might your name be?" He asked me.

"My name is Jake."

"Jake," he repeated. "What a nice name."

"Thank you," I bowed respectfully.

Suddenly, the man turned very serious. He stared up at my face. I almost backed away a little bit, afraid he might try to harm me.

"So, Jake. Have you ever heard of a Legendary Pokemon?" He asked me, his expression growing all the more serious.

Confused, I relpied, "No." I was very new to Pokemon, and had only heard very little of them. Despite this, my dream was to become a great Pokemon master, eventually the Pokemon League Champion. But, those dreams were far ahead of me.

"Well," the man continued, interrupting my thoughts. "A Legendary Pokemon is a Pokemon far more unique than others. They have special characteristics that differ them from any other Pokemon. There are some good Legendary Pokemon. These Pokemon do their best to protect the land from harm and danger. I've had multiple encounters with these types of Legendary Pokemon, to be honest. Then," his face grew dark, "there are the bad Legendary Pokemon. These Pokemon do terrible things to people, often without even realizing it. But, it is my belief that these Pokemon do not intend to be so bad. I believe that they are bad because bad people manipulate them into being bad." His face grew sad.

"Oh," I replied simply, staring at the ground. Then, the man regained his cheery smile and stared back at me.

"I'm sure you will have many experiences with the good one's, though. I can tell you will."

"Thanks," I smiled back. What the man said made me feel warm inside. I stared at my watch. 8:15 AM. School starts in 15 minutes, I realized. I waved goodbye to the man, and continued running to school.

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I sat in class calmly, paying great attention to the teacher. I was in my favorite class, Pokemon Study. In Pokemon Study, well, the name is pretty self-explanatory. We study Pokemon. I had multiple reasons for liking this class. For one, I wanted to learn a lot more about Pokemon, and this was the best way to do so. Secondly, the bullies aren't in that class.

You see, at school, I'm bullied all the time. Every day, I'm picked on by the same two kids. Their names are Darren and Lucas. They constantly mess with me and do mean things to me, and despite my best efforts, I'm unable to stop them. Darren is the jock of the two, with ridiculously strong muscles and a very stocky build. He once picked me up high into the air and held me above his head, then threw me onto a table. Lucas is the witty one of the two. He comes up with all the plans to pick on me, and easily finds ways to prevent me from escaping. Together, they could beat anyone up.

Anyways, I sat in class and stared up at the teacher, listening intently to what he was saying. That day, we discussed the skeletal structure of a Goldeen, a rather boring topic. I began to distract myself with my No. 2 Pencil, when suddenly, the teacher said something that recaptured my attention.

"Class, just out of curiosity, how many of you know what a legendary Pokemon is?" He asked. Immediately everyone raised their hand, and I felt glad to be one of the people who did.

"Now, does anyone know precisely how many there are?" I slowly lowered my hand. A few others did, too. "Alright, Jamie, how many are there?" The teacher called on a boy named Jamie Andrews.

"51 Legendary Pokemon." Jamie answered with a confident smile.

"That is correct." The teacher turned towards the white board and wrote the number 51 on the board. "And all of them have different purposes. For multiple things actually. Even for why they show up, for why they reveal themselves unto you."

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I walked back home silently. Thoughts circled in my head. Will I ever encounter a Legendary Pokemon? Could what the old man said be true? A wave of doubt hit me. No, this is probably just a bunch of stories that the teacher made up to mess with us students. I bet there aren't even any Legendary Pokemon. That old man is probably just crazy.

Suddenly, I felt something small and hard hit me in the back of the head. I turned around and saw Darren and Lucas following me. They just so happened to be my neighbors, so they generally follow me home just to pick on me, despite them having a different regular route. I just turned back around and continued walking, ignoring them. They threw another rock at me, this one luckily hitting my backpack and not me. I began to speed my walking pace up, almost to a run, when they caught up with me.

"Where d'you think you're going, Jakie?" They taunted me.

"Home." I replied quietly.

"Hold on a minute. You've got something that we'd like." Lucas suddenly took off my backpack and began dumping everything out of it. He threw all of my school stuff on the ground. I sat and watched, anger boiling inside of me. Darren then came up and kicked my stuff far down the street. "Haha!" they began laughing. They high-fived eachother and continued walking. Lucas threw my backpack on the ground, a small pebble tearing a hole in it. I went back down the street and gathered my stuff, and headed back home.

As I walked, I noticed the old man wasn't sitting on the bench anymore. He probably went home or something. Then, I thought back to what he had said in the morning. Thoughts immediately began to form in my head, but I shook them out with denial. There's no way any of this is real. And if it is, why in the world would anything happen to me about it? I pushed away all thoughts and continued to walk home.