A/N: Alright. I think this is a decent update time, right? It's no...two or three months like I did last time. xD Heh.
Again, I'm sorry about that. I really didn't mean to...but...well. I explain it...sort of.
Thanks for the reviews, all of you. I love you all
And now, for the disclaimer. Starring...well, I'm too lazy to drag out someone so I'll just say the disclaimer myself. No, I do not own Pokemon. I mean, really...
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I hate this school already. Really, I do. I don't even know why I applied for this school if I can't even have a decent battle in Battle Training.
I sighed slightly, looking up from my lined paper which had a stick-man comics drawn all over it. The teacher who was standing in front of the classroom was currently teaching battle tactics. Such as how a fire-type Pokemon can do effective damage against a rock-type Pokemon. Yep, this was Battle Tactics class. I could've used it BEFORE I had the battle with Skye. I could still imagine his smirk after my Eevee had fallen.
"Why does he hate me...?" The words came out of my mouth, though it was quiet. Hopefully the teacher - whose name was Mr. Williams - didn't notice me.
Nope, he didn't, because he was still babbling on like a robot about flying-types and electric-types. Not to be mean or anything, but this was just...lame. Practically everyone (including the mentally retarded) knows that flying Pokemon are weak to electricity.
"Though, there is a way a flying Pokemon could win against an electric Pokemon. You simply use..." I eventually drowned him out and his robotic babbling and went back to my stick-man comics on the lined piece of paper. They were rather funny, I had to admit. Hm, maybe I could talk to Dad about letting me drop out of this school and apply to an Art school. Oh, yes. And-
"Miss Hunter? Care to answer the question I just asked?" Mr. Williams asked, looking directly at me through his thin-framed glasses. I just stared at him, blinking and jaw gaping open. God, I probably look like a mental patient who just escaped the asylum. When I didn't answer, he rolled his dark brown eyes and pointed at someone else. "Mr. Lowen, please. Help her with the answer." Oh God, it was Skye...
I sunk down in my chair, and some of my long brown hair covered my eyes. Why didn't I pay attention to this? My other moment to shine, and it was doused like a flame by Skye. I hate him. I just want to kill him. Maybe with a-"Thank you, Mr. Lowen. It seems someone was paying attention to this." The teacher, yet again, interuppted my thoughts. I looked through my hair, only to find him glaring (slightly) at me. Lovely. A teacher now hates me.
Then the bell rang, and it echoed around the room. I winced, hearing the shrill ring in my ears once again. They really need a new bell or something. I might be deaf by the time I go home today.
Brandom walked by my desk, only to stop and walked back a few steps. "Come on, Raine. Time to go to our next class." I mumbled something in reply, got up, and stuffed the lined paper in my binder. I took the binder, and followed him to the next class. Whatever it was.
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Oh dear God, I hate it. Pokemon Care. I mean seriously, why in the legendary Pokemons name do they need a class on THAT?! It has to be the worst class in the world, asides from Battle Training obviously.
Thankfully though, it was over. All we did was learn what type of food dragon-types like to eat, and why. How useless was that? Though maybe I shouldn't be talking...Dad does have a lot of dragon Pokemon so it could be useful. One day.
I sighed, walking out of the classroom and went down the hallway, down a flight of stairs and out the doors. Time to go home, and finally I could get away from Skye and that stupid class. Pokemon Care...I snorted slightly, thinking about it. Stupid, stupid class, it was.
Though one thing seemed to come out of this day, since Dads limo (Yes...a limo. A bit fancy, but whatever) was already parked outside. The chauffeur was standing outside, looking around. He spotted me immideatly after I got out the school, and waved. I goraned slightly, and walked over to him, head hung down. 'Nobody see this...please.' I thought, and scuttled into the back on the limo. "Uh, thanks..." The name of the chauffeur slipped my mind for a moment. "Doug. Thanks." I put on a fake smile, as he got in and started up the car.
"You're definatly most welcome, Miss Hunter." He smiled, and the only way I knew he smiled was because of the rearview mirror. He started to drive, while I just looked out the window. Tree, tree, tree, building, building, tree, tree, tree, house. The pattern repeated about four times before we finally arrived.
Home. Finally.
I let out a sigh, and opened the door. Snatching my binder from the seat beside me, I raced out. The door was quickly opened by my Mom, and I smiled lightly. "Hi, Mom." She opened her mouth to speak, but I spoke first, "Yeah, school was okay. But it seems I need more practice in battling." I laughed slightly, and went inside.
A strong scent of lillies hit my nose, and my nose twitched. Mom must've got a new air freshener. Or whatever they're called.
Up the stairs, down the hall to the right and into my room. Finally, alone in my room with nobody else. I could think without being pestured by anybody. Then a thought struck my head.
Eevee!
Oh well. I'll let it out soon so it could see its new home.
I layed down on my bed, and stared at the clock. 3:40...3:41...I groaned, and rolled over so my back faced the clock. Maybe a nap would be good...
The next thing I knew it, I was standing in...well, nothing. It was just black, nothing else was here. Except for a figure. The figure walked closer to me, until I saw it was a girl with raven-black hair going down to her waist. She narrowed her green eyes once she saw me.
"Hello, Raine."
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A/N: LEGASP!
Who could that person be? Is this chapter longer than others? Why doesn't Raine just make-out with Skye right there and then? Why the heck am I doing this?!
Anyways, hope you enjoyed this.
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