May arrived panting at the door three minutes later, Drew leisurely strolling behind.

"Pass please." The guard at the door spoke in a tired monotone voice.

"Here." She wheezed, slapping it into his hands.

"Seems in order. Go right in." May dashed inside, collapsing on a bench without looking who she was sitting next to. Too late, she realized it was Harley.

"Hello May hon!" He said leaning on her.

"Ugh. Go bark up the wrong tree." She said, wishing she could have come up with a better comeback. Harley made a little pouty face.

"That's not nice, hon. Hey, we're friends right?"

"No." Harley ignored this remark and kept going.

"Yes, and friends talk about everything! Right May?"

"Not everything." May sighed. Harley was way to close for comfort. Harley

yet again disregarded what May had said.

"YES! Everything! So, tell me what you think of Drew."

"Drew?" This was the last topic of conversation May had expected.

"Yes. What do you think of him?"

"Skye? Please report to the stage, Skye?" A voice echoed over the intercom. A nervous looking girl walked past, her skirt swishing. May pretended to be more interested in watching the girl, who had just entered the stage according to the television above the contestants, than she actually was. May watched until she couldn't pretend to be interested anymore.

"Well May? What are your feelings on him?"

"He's a capable coordinator and a willing friend." She said, trying to sound as indifferent as possible.

"I see." Harley didn't look to pleased with her answer, but he couldn't press her further, because next thing May knew, she was called.

"But I'm seventh in the line-up!" She exclaimed frantically.

"Time flies when you're talking with a good friend!"

Harley squealed. "Now go knock 'em dead, hon!" May briefly wondered why Harley was cheering for her, but she couldn't think about it because she had to get to the stage asap. May stepped into the light. She somehow kept her hands from trembling as she stood there.

"And now, I give you, MAY! Known by her fans as THE PRINCESS OF HOENN!" I have fans? I have a NICKNAME? May was very confused. May had watched the other coordinators' performances, and came up with a loose plan.

"Ivysaur! Skitty! Take the stage!" May had thought it out in the little time she had, and decided on something she'd never done before.

"Saursaur!"

"Nyaaah!"

"Okay, Ivysaur, sludge bomb!" She'd quickly taught it TM36 as she walked away from Harley, it was a going-away present from her dad, Norman.

"Now, Skitty, freeze it with blizzard!"

"Nyaaah!" With a whoosh, Skitty hit the poisonous orb with a blizzard, encasing it in sparkly ice.

"Double slap!" Skitty hit it hard with her tail, shattering it into frozen pieces.

"Ivysaur! Razor leaf!" The rapidly spinning leaves mingled with the ice encrusted purple goop. May swept a curtsy, breathing fast after her fit of improvisation.

"What an amazing show! May combined the rough bluntness of a poison-type attack with the delicate beauty of an ice-type attack to make a stunning

combination. Now, let's hear from the judges."

"She did a wonderful job of showing both pokemon's unique talents.'' Intoned Nurse Joy sweetly.

"Remarkable!" Said Mr. Suziko, naturally.

"If May had performed up to her usual standard, I'd like it even more." Criticized Mr. Contesta. May's face fell.

"Now, let's see the results. A seven point three from Nurse Joy, a six point four from Mr. Suziko, and a six point seven from Mr. Contesta. A 20.4 out of a possible 30. Not brilliant, but still reasonable." May strolled off of the stage, head high, trying not to cry. No way she'd make it to the next round with a score like that.

Wow. Poor May. Please leave me a review, I want to be able to improve. I'm super grateful for the support I've gotten, even though my fans are a very small group, I consider myself lucky anybody likes this story at all. Sorry for short chapter, MAJOR writer's block.