Well, congrats, my loyal readers. You have made it to chaper four. I'd like to thank those who read, and even moreso those who've reviewed. My specialthanks goes to Foxyjosh, who reviewed every chapter. As a note; Godammit, Wolfie-Girl, you cannot have a fat labrodor Pokemon! And stop pestering me to write faster. You cow. You're lucky I even put you in the story.

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"Hiya?"

"Yes."

"Patrick, are you sure? That's a really odd name. Why don't you change it to Crackers or Fluffy. You know…" A little flinch. "Something…normal."

"Those are stupid names. I like Hiya." growled Pyro as her mother dragged her along to the detestable Kindergarten. Mrs. Ryien was still less than pleased. They'd had the little rodent for a week now, and she'd just found out its name. Not that she'd really cared, but this was bizarre. Weren't children supposed to be chatty, and full of insatiable curiosity?

This is when the idea came to Mrs. Ryien to get Pyro a shrink.

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Ermine Baker was dishonest. He was a liar, a cheat, a smoker, an ex-alcoholic, and he occasionally bought crack cocaine from what he liked to call the 'Underground Drugstore' with his wife. Who he was, in fact, cheating on with a much younger woman. The psychology certificate on his wall was a forgery, and a very good one too. He was well off, to say the least, and owned a lovely condo that he shared with his wife. Well, one day it happened that Mr. Baker invited his girlfriend over while his lively wife was visiting her family. They had a lovely time, screwing up the house that had been so lovingly and carefully cleaned by the wife.

Well, it happened that Mrs. Ken- I mean Mrs. Baker came home a little bit early, to bring home a family keepsake. It was the loveliest rusty axe that anyone could ever imagine, waaay back from the olden days of yore. Mrs. Baker wanted to show her keepsake to what she thought was a loving husband, and found them doing the nasty on her imported quilt. Well, it happened that right then Mrs.- I mean…the Great Lords of Karma murdered them in cold blood. He struck the two of them dead with…with his axe of Karma to avenge the beautiful and wronged ex-wife. Ms. Baker ate the bodies of her traitorous ex-husband and his slut and she lived happily ever after. The end.

An angry-looking girl with unusually long canines and a Mightyena T-shirt raised her hand.

"Yes, Guraena?" asked Ms. Kenny.

"That was the dumbest story in the world."

"Yeah!" protested a blonde girl in bright pink. "I wanted to hear a fairy tale!"

"Well," sneered Ms. Kenny. "That's all you'll get, and you'll like it dammit!"

The class cringed, with the exception of Pyro and a few other kids with loud parents. From there, Ms. Kenny continued on a fifteen-minute vulgar tirade about the profound torture that is life before dismissing the kids for recess. She deserted them to their own means, and went back into her room, smiling fakely as she crammed white powder up her nose.

Once everyone was outside, the Pika-girl gently tugged on the sleeve of the Mightyena-girl and muttersqueaked something that Pyro couldn't hear. The Mightyena-girl smiled, then nodded, then the two of them headed for a deserted corner of the playground. The Pika-girl pushed aside a board in the unpainted picket fence. Silently, Pyro followed the pair through the hole, to the sidewalk around the school building. Both girls moved so swiftly that Pyro, who seldom exercised, struggled to keep up. Four sets of feet pattered on concrete in a–wait…

Pyro stopped in her tracks, just as her targets turned a corner. So did another set of feet. The dark girl bristled, turning to her pursuer. It was an Asian kid, he had spiky-hair that hung over his eyes, and a pair of neat, thin-framed glasses. Pyro could not put a name to him.

"Umm…hi." He said timidly.

"Fool."

"Well…umm…well, you have cooties!" said the kid, puffing out his cheeks in what he hoped was a menacing way. He looked like a diseased blowfish.

"Who are you?" demanded Pyro.

"I'm Kenta!" said the boy, staring at Pyro as if she was crazy. "I sit next to Mouse-chan in the story circle."

"Go away."

"No way! I was following them first!"

"Was not!" said Pyro, self-importantly puffing out her chest and menacingly staring down the older and taller boy. Bright gray determined eyes met his hazel ones, and he actually flinched and looked away.

A smirk of bright triumph on her face, Pyro walked up to a nervous Kenta, until they stood a foot apart. Kenta stood unresponsive, refusing to back down again. Pyro's smirk brightened, and with a tackle, she sent him sprawling to the ground. She gave him a last spiteful kick in the knee, which sent him to crying. There, Pyro ran off to continue the chase, only to find that Pika-girl and Mightyena-girl had disappeared.

Walking back in a huff, she passed Kenta, whose crying deteriorated to sniffles as he gave her a look of amazement. Tears still dripping down his face, the boy pulled himself up, and started trotting after Pyro.

Surprised, the girl looked at him in…well…surprise. Here was a boy that she'd pushed to the ground and then kicked, and he was following her. Facing forward Pyro increased her gait. She could hear increasing footsteps behind her. Pyro walked even faster. Kenta walked even faster. Pyro broke into a run. Kenta broke into a run. Pyro stopped suddenly, turned on her heel and punched Kenta in the face before he had come to a complete stop.

Kenta somehow stumbled backwards while moving forward. Trying not to teeter off balance, he leaned forward, causing him to fall to his hands and knees. Pyro promptly sat on him, and he collapsed from her weight. He was crying again. Disgusted, Pyro got off of him and started to leave. Kenta got up too, his clothes covered in dirt and tears streaming down his face.

Pyro walked away. Kenta followed. Pyro backhand-slapped him. Kenta stood there, sobbing and sniffling. Pyro rammed into him, full-force. Kenta yelled. As the girl walked away yet again, Kenta followed. Here, Pyro's patience wore thin.

Kenta came to school the next day with a scratch on his cheek, a slightly swollen eye, a skinned knee, and a split lip. He smilingly sat right next to Pyro during arts and crafts. She slapped him.

Author's Notes- Well, Chapter four rolled in a little earlier than predicted, huh? Well, better early than late. I hope you enjoyed the story, stuff is actually starting to happen now. As always, I'm willing to answer questions that you leave in my reviews, just no more stupid ones, okay Wolfie girl?