Life Sucks Sometimes

If there was one thing that Leon Greene despised, it was having to sit through eight hours of academic hell. Also known as Rustboro Central Middle School. It wasn't the classes that Leon hated, not by a long shot; it was the idiots he had to be near that drove him crazy. The guys were obsessed with football {the Unovan [American] version}, cars, how many pounds of lead weight they could lift at a time, and trying to get into a girls pants. The first three Leon simply didn't care about, and the last was something that Leon saw as demeaning to women everywhere. But then again, the girls weren't much better. The girls were obsessed with the football team, dressing in the worst outfits that Leon had ever seen, and as far as Leon knew, were dumber than a sack of potatoes. Which was funny because there were only a handful of blondes in the 2000+ female student body.

"Mr. Greene, would you please pay attention? If you aren't taking any notes, then I'm going to assume that you have mastered the concepts in this review for the final and are ready to teach the class," said Mrs. O, one of the most feared pre-algebra teachers in the school, to Leon, snapping him out of his mental discontent with the general student body. "Besides, I could use a little time to myself."

Leon groaned. "So, Leon, what will it be?" Mrs. O asked him, her face dead serious. "I'll take notes ma'am," the thirteen year old freshman answered, his head low as to not see the smirks of everybody's faces. Mrs. O nodded. Leon scowled. This was not going to be a good day.

Leon walked solemnly back to his house, his face still in a scowl. As predicted in pre-alg class, the rest of the day at school did not go well. His homework assignments for Biology, English 8, and Hoenn History somehow disappeared, he once again had to deal with the mindless chatter of the lunchroom, and the P.E. teacher had them run about three miles for the entire class hour. Leon could barely run a mile and a half on a good day, so it came as no surprise that he couldn't even finish the three miles.

Leon walked into his house and noted that neither of his parents were home. Just the way I like it, the teen thought to himself as he entered his room. Throwing his bag on his bed, Leon sat down in front of his desk and booted up his computer. It was then that he noticed a small package next to his computer monitor. Curious, Leon picked it up and smiled.

The package was from his uncle Dave, who worked as a freelance wreck diver. The last that Leon had heard from him, his uncle had just found a wreck in the Sinnoh that had contained the oldest known Pokeball in existence. He hadn't heard from him in about a month, so it was understandable that Leon was excited about the package. Ripping apart the paper, Leon tore up the package and his look of excitement quickly turned into a look of confusion.

He had expected some ruined old thing that would one would expect to find in a wreck. Leon instead found something that looked like an oversized marble. His confusion was only heightened by the small note found under the marble. Leon could easily read the somewhat ineligible script that was written by his uncle as he picked up the piece of paper.

Hi Leon, listen, sorry about the orb, it was one of the only things I got off my last dive. The other thing I found was an old Pokeball that amazingly still had a Pokémon in it. A vaporeon I have decided to call Tempest, after the weather I somewhat found him in. The wreck was from back during the conquering of the Orange Islands, and had a lot of gold. And we both know that we love diving far too much to bother being rich. Anyway, I'm in the Johto region right now at a conference. I might get a chance to see you soon. Stay safe on your dives, alright?

Your Uncle,

Dave

Leon shrugged as he put the note down and examined the orb, marble, whatever it was. It was about two inches across, and mostly clear, except for slight shimmer in the center which looked like a hexagon. It was fairly heavy for an object its size, so Leon looked around his room to find a place to put it. His options weren't promising. His closet was a mess, and so was the top of his dresser and desk. The only place that wasn't trashed was his nightstand, which had a clock/MP3 charger and a photo of Leon and his uncle diving off the coast of Mossdeep.

Leon quickly came back about five minutes later with a washer and put the marble on top off it. It wasn't fancy, but it would have to do for now. Yet just as Leon was about to go back on his computer, the phone rang.

Dang it, who in the name of Giratina could be calling now? Leon thought to himself grumpily. As he picked up the phone in the hallway, Leon happened to glance at the caller ID. It was, as he had suspected, his parents.

He lifted the phone up to his ear and was audibly assaulted by the sudden onslaught of talking people in the background, his mother yelling to make that her message of her and his father weren't going to be home tonight (again). Leon gave his mother a courtesy message of understanding before he hung up the phone.

His mother and father were members of the board of directors for the Devon Corporation; more specifically, they were the heads of the company's research and development division, so they made a fair amount of money. Yet for all that money, the two couldn't connect with Leon. They wanted him to go to a private school, go to college, and come work for Devon. Leon had wanted to be a Pokémon trainer for almost four years, battle the Elite Four, and maybe get a glimpse of some Legendary Pokémon.

The only person that Leon could really relate to was his Uncle Dave. And that was the other thing that separated Leon from his parents. His parents hated being near a body of water; Leon was essentially at home in the water. Leon was a certified SCUBA diver, and frequently dived on the weekends with his camera. With his uncle, Leon could really be himself.

Leon sighed. Sometimes, he thought, the world just sucks.