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Gwen's POV:
I'm an absol, also known as the "disaster Pokémon". My kind have the unique ability of foreseeing disasters and preventing them. Books and internet usually just leave it at that, so I've had to guess at the limits of my power based on experience. My most recent theory is I cannot foresee disasters when they harm my worst memory. Or when I'm the one behind said disaster, like when I woke up early this morning, broke into Heather's locker and filled it with durant. Ah…I can still hear her screams. Thank you, Harold, for letting me borrow your science project!
Still, despite having my revenge against that evil little miltank, I put off going to class for as long as possible. Now everyone knows I have a crush on Trent! I may not have mentioned him by name, but seriously, what other guy plays guitar in our class? Actually, I think Duncan plays. Great. Now people are either going to guess right and think I like Trent or guess wrong and think I like my best friend!
At the bell, I drag my feet to class. Several students cast annoyed looks at me for the scraping sound my claws are making. Deal with it! I'm in the middle of a crisis here!
When I finally arrive, I see the problem with putting off going to class for as long as possible. Everyone is here! Even Duncan's arrived! I avoid looking at everyone as I make my way to my seat.
"Dialga Gwen, you're even later than I am!" I reluctantly raise my eyes to Duncan, who sits in front of me. He smirks and pretends to be suspicious. "You're not trying to steal my title, are you?" I roll my eyes and grin (mostly out of relief that he's treating me like normal and not…I don't know, flirting, or something). "I'm pretty sure you'll still hold the title of "most visits to the principal's office" by the end of these three weeks."
"Yeah, especially since Gwen won't be attending this school for much longer."
It's amazing how one person can kill a good mood so fast. I study at Heather through half-lidded eyes. Annoyingly, she isn't wearing any bandages or anything from her encounter with my durant.
"What's your damage Heather?"
She narrows her eyes at me and bares her teeth in a wicked snarl.
"My "damage" Gwen, is that you filled my locker with durant and landed me in the infirmary for half an hour while they hit me with hyper potions!"
"So?"
Every hair of Heather's pelt is bristling now. I'm actually kind of surprised that they aren't firing off her in a Pin Missile.
""So?" What do you mean, "So?""
"I mean, you read my diary in front of the entire class! A locker filled with durant is the least you deserve!"
Heather opens her mouth, maybe to try and form an actually effective insult, when the door opens and Chris strides in.
"Ooh...smells like tension today! Could it perhaps have something to do with a certain someone's diary?" Chris comments, his grin widening. I groan softly. If there's anything Chris loves more than torturing students, it's drama. Half the rumours floating around the school were started by him in an effort to produce more of it. This year alone, he's orchestrated eight breakups, twelve lost friendships, nine brawls and seven clique-wars. And we haven't even gotten halfway through the semester yet.
"Today's activity will test your outdoor survival skills." Chris continues, "I'm not gonna lie to you, some of you may not come back alive." Pretty much everyone in the class falls for this, gasping in horror and fear. I glare at Chris. Just get it over with already! He raises a paw to calm everyone down. "Just joking! Ha, ha, ha! All you have to do is spend one night in this rad forest I've found! Everything you need is at your campsite. You just have to find it."
Several of us exchange unsurprised looks. Typical Chris, making us do all the work as usual. Suddenly, Chris frowns in annoyance and sighs. "And since a bunch of you babies complained to mommy and daddy about having to walk to your first activity, I've had to arrange transport for you." I smirk a little at this. I'm tempted to ask Chris how it feels for not everything to go his way for once, but I don't want to tempt fate. Chris shakes off his disappointment and once again he's flashing that blinding smile of his. Dialga, did he replace all his teeth with diamonds or something?
"Once we arrive at the forest, I'll distribute maps and compasses to two people so they can lead all of you to the campsite. Oh, and one more thing…" This can't be good. "you all are going to have to do another activity as soon as you get back! Isn't this fun?" Chris only smiles even more brightly at the chorus of groans that meet his statement.
I bang my head on the table. First, I jumped off a cliff. Then, Heather read my diary. Now, not only do I have to spend a night with 21 other Pokémon (many of them I can't stand) but I have to do another crazy activity the next day! Forget missing lessons, I'll take tests and homework over this any day.
A/N: Yes, this chapter didn't have an actual activity in it. I decided to focus on Gwen's feelings about Heather reading out her diary (and I wanted to give Gwen's revenge a little limelight). This chapter is also much shorter than the others since it isn't focusing on a challenge. But next chapter will be set during a challenge and it will be narrated by a character I haven't focused overly much on. I'll post it ASAP. Please review!
