Henry Rayne waited patiently in the meeting room, one hand on the desk with his fingers tapping in a slow rhythmic way and other petting his umbreon, Erebus. The door slowly opened as four men, two in business attire and two wearing a suit and dark sunglasses, and a young woman with flowing fire red hair wearing a white lab coat and beige pants.

"Ah Mister Jericho," he gave a small smile as a medium sized man with snow white hair walked towards him. "Thank you for coming. You look thinner than the last time I saw you. I see you met Dennis Laurie, the second chairman of here, and Francine Gyro, one of our most valued and dedicated scientists."

"Why did you bring me here Rayne?" he questioned.

"It will all be explained," Henry assured. "Please sit."

Jericho slowly sat as the two men with dark sun glasses stood next to him.

"Whatever you called me for, it better be good."

"After many years of research and labor, we have finally reached the revelation we are looking for."

"What are you talking about Rayne?" Jericho asked, sounding interested.

"Dennis, give it to him."

A small man with luscious long brown hair and green eyes walked up to Jericho and places a blue folder on the table.

"What is this?" Jericho questioned as he opened the folder.

"The data we have collected," Dennis said briefly.

"I am amazed by these results," he announced as he slowly flipped pages.

"We have also mixed the same compounds with different bases," Francine added. "All are successful."

"Intriguing."

"We have also six subjects that we have began to play."

"And?"

"Success. So what I suggest sir, is to initiate Waterlilly."

"So soon?"

"Yes sir."

"We have no idea if there is any side effect or anything we should watch out for."

"From what our data shows, we have nothing to worry about."

"Remember what happened in 1964? The government knew something was so close to figuring what went down in Mt. Moon."

"That was twelve years ago sir. This is the present sir, a lot has changed and we have a second chance to do it all again. In fact, it can even bring us closer to our goal sir. You said it yourself, what we focus here at Surrogate is to revolutionize the world and bring the dawn of tomorrow in the skies of today. And where is the best place to bring our tomorrow today? Right here in Blossom Creek."

After a few minutes, Jericho said nothing but two words, "Initiate Waterlilly."

Color

"Come on Crystella!" I yelled as I honked the horn. "We're going to be late!"

I stared at her house impatiently, it's already bad enough being yelled at for going to a funeral instead of school; the last thing I want is to miss school again and have Ashi late.

"Maybe she overslept or something," Ashi said as she petted Furna.

"Doubt it," I told her. "She never oversleeps."

"There's a first time for everything."

I saw her dashing out of her house with Tilly behind her.

"Sorry I'm late," she said as she quickly got in and grabbed Tilly. "I tried to get Miki to come with me and god she can run. Hi Ashi."

"Hi Crystella," Ashi gave a small wave.

"Vul!"

"Rua!"

Tilly jumped out of Crystella's lap and went to the back where Furna, Ashi, and Shamira were.

"I really need a bigger car," I sighed as I began to drive.

"But I like your bug," Crystella smiled as she gave a small pat on the dashboard. "Maybe you should get those new…what do you call them…pokeballs."

"Do you know how much they cost? It'll take me years to buy just one."

"I guess we'll be fine being crowded together."

"Guess so."

Crystella

It was that time of the day again, time for me to do what I do best, stage crew. Color and I steadily walked into the green room. The green room is the place where just anyone can hang out during breaks and waiting for cues although technically the green room is not green.

"Morning everyone," I announced as we waved.

"Morning love birds," a boy with long golden brown hair and brown eyes smiled.

I slowly glanced at Color who began to blush.

"Aww you made him blush Miles," A girl who is a slight shorter than me and has long black hair with her bangs died blue grinned.

"Shellie.." Color groaned.

"Hey Cuddles," Clair came in with a sly smile. "Did you have a good time with your 'friends'? Or did their mommies tried to call the cops because they thought you were a pedophile?"

"Sorry 'little girl' time for you to do your part."

"Guys! Guys!"

We heard loud stomping as they went down the stairs.

"Ethel?"

"Guess what! Guess what!" she raced in hyperactively.

"Ethel watch out for the..."

She skid at a fast speed and slammed her ankle on the table, causing her to fall like a mighty oak.

"Table..."

"Owie..." she winced.

"Let me help you out," Color smiled as he helped her up. "You okay?"

"I get owies all the time."

"Owies?" Clair gave an odd look.

"Yup."

Ethel, the childish one of our family.

"Anyways," I butted in, " what's all the hype about?"

"We finally got that new sound equipment!"

"Really?" Shellie asked.

"Yup! Ciar and his Blaziken are unloading it right now!"

"Finally something new for this year's production."

"Thank god," Color sighed. "Now we don't have to make sound effects."

"Let's go check it out," Miles shrugged.


"Took you guys long enough," Ciar announced as he and his Blaziken gently placed the grand and heavy box near the cage (the place where sound and light board are set up for use).

"So, who's going to open it?" Clair questioned.

"Let's have Color and Crystella do it, they've been crew since freshman year," Miles announced.

"What about me? I was crew in freshman year too!"

"No offense Clair but you destroyed more than fixed," Ciar pointed.

"Shut up Ciar."

I glanced at Color whose eyes were calmly glancing at mine.

"Ready?"

"Always been ready to open a box," he gave a cocky grin.

We slowly grabbed the flaps of the box and carefully opened it.

"Well?" Clair questioned.
"Boy she's a beaut," I smiled.

"Stunning," Color smiled as well. "Just stunning."

"Let me see."

Clair peered in the box and then gave us an odd look.

"It's just an 8-track," she scowled. "Do we even need 8-tracks? Can't we just get a cassette player?"

"8-tracks are easier to use for the effects Clair," I explained.

"This is not 1969 guys. I did not put my money in for something that so...not in."

"You never put in your pay or else none of us wouldn't have fundraised it," Ciar pointed out.

"Maybe I was too busy to put it in."
"Maybe we would have a cassette player if you helped pay."

"Can we stop this little fight and get back to work?" Miles butted in. "We have a lot to finish up."

Color

Lunchtime. The time where many "interesting" things that the school calls food is given to all the students that have already smuggled their own goodies.

"So I see Crystella is handling the situation better," Miles said as he glanced at her and Ethel in the snake like lunch line that seemed to go on for miles.

"Everyone thought she wouldn't show up to school or something," Ciar added.
"She wanted to," I told them. "And I think I probably convinced her to go too."

"Hey guys!"

We turned around and spotted a 13 year old boy with short black hair and a chikorita on his shoulder, glancing at us in a friendly matter with his blue eyes.

"Hey Al-"

"Mew," he cutted me off.

"Oh right. Mew..."

"May I ask about the sudden change of name?" Miles asked.

"Mew here wants to have a fresh start for his first year here and decided to be known as Mew," I explained.

"Out of all names why Mew?" Ciar asked. "Why not just stick with your other name. Its better than Ciar."

"I really like Mew," Mew replied. "Anyways, you guys wanna come over to my house? I finally got that new Atari."

"Sorry Mew," I replied. "I'm working today."

"Aww, can you two come over?"

"Can't," Ciar said briefly. "I have to go pick up supplies for what we might need for the talent show."

Mew's smile faded as his head began to lower.

"I guess I can hang out with you for an hour or two," Miles announced after a short pause.

"Groovy!" Mew gave a big grin. "I'll see you later then!"

"Oh mew," I called.

"Yup?"

"Please don't go in the upstairs bathroom again. The last thing I want to explain to my aunt is why you smell like weed."
"Alright cousin Color."

He walked away in a eye catcher stance, as if he had won victory in a war.

"He looks like he's in a great mood," Crystella announced as she and Ethel sat next to us.

"It's because of this guy," I grinned as I pointed at Miles.

"All in a days work," he smirked.

"Anyways I got a list for all the items we'll need for the talent show, so everyone has to get at least one thing so we can run through it smoothly. Color and Ethel since you already work at Donny's, can you try to convince the owner if we can borrow their jukebox for the day?"

"I'll try."

"Give him the cutsey look Cuddles!" Ethel grinned.

"I'm pretty sure he won't say no to an adorable little eevee," Ciar laughed.

"Shut up," I blushed as I playfully shoved him. "Hey I have to use the restroom, can you guys take care of Shamira for a sec?"

We looked at my mightyenna that was giving into the fun with Ethel's tailow and poochyena.

"No problem," Miles smiled.

"Thanks."

I casually walked out of the cafeteria and into the empty hallway as I heard Crystella going through the list. The lights of the barren and clean bathroom flickered as I slowly walked in.

"Why is there orange juice all over the floor?" I asked myself. "Probably Drew and his crew."

My nose picked a tangy yet sweet kind of scent as I walked to the urinal. The scent seemed

to grow stronger and stronger as I did my business. By the time I had finished, the scent was so strong and it began to please my senses, as if trying to subduse me. I slowly lingered to the sink and began to lure myself away from being "high".
"Damn this stuff is strong," I told myself as I threw more of the icy, cold water on my face.

I slowly look at the mirror, staring at my reflection.

BLAM!

"Holy fuck!"

I jumped near the door: each strand of hair was stood up, adrenaline kicked in, and My fists clenched, ready to fight. I slowly peered over, finding a stall flooded by the orange stuff.

"Pretty gross," I told myself.

"Hey Color! You're done in there?"

"Coming Ciar!" I exclaimed.

As I went out the flooded bathroom, the scratch on my arm began to sting...