Sandschool day of wreckoning; day 2
"WHY IN THE HELL WOULD YOU DROP BATLE ORAS IN A CLASS 5 CROWDED ZONE?" yelled blastois really loud.
"Come on pops its just a lunchrom" said growlith pompusly.
Blastois sighd looking down and walked to the window to obsurve the schoolyard. He turned back around and looked them in the face.
"you guys have a lot of heart, but not enough brains!" he shouted slaming his hand down hard!
"Dont get the cramps, gramps" Sandshrew said "I just dont apply myself" and took out a sigaret.
"PSH" growlith growled
"Sandshrew" blastois began with a painful expression "i know you guys got short handed in life, but you still got a few aces up your sleaves" "i just dont wanna see you throw it away"
"SHUT UP" yelled growlith "YOU DONT KNOW A THING ABOUT LOSING THINGS"
sandshrew looked down because he knew, deep down, what that was like
"Seriously gramps, you probly never had a bad day in your life" sandshrew said blowing smoke, his eyes smouldering
"SILENCE!" blastois battle ora raged like a mighty typhoon, slamming them both into tables diretly behind them, breaking one into exactly 3132 pieces that sandshrew hit, and 3131 for the one that growlith hit. blastoise knew because he counted it instantly.
"P.S. theres not smoking in here." blastois said
"damn!" yelled growlith and ran off
sandshrew got up slowly and picked up his sig slowly. "I guess ill just have to go outside then" he siad and began walking vijulantly away.
"kids these days" said blastois sighing at the window. he remembered when the shool was just starting out. in those days he could break tables evenly every time he tried. "im getting old" he thought and turned towards the window. he remembured planting the trees they enjoyed today, and caring for them as they grew, holding their soft, young, fresh, leaves. he recalled that there were many bugs growing on the leaves, they scurred about drinking the sappy green dew. sometimes he would look at the dew and note that there was thousasands of lifeforsm inside, a world within a world. he noted that maybe just maybe those orgamisns had schools of theyre own and used battle oras to.
blastois turned to the window and thought deeply about the future. "what am i going to do with those too?" he wondered aloud to himself. "there such promisiing pupils but they waste so much of their talent fighting pointless battles" "if only i could get through to them..."
to be continued