To be perfectly honest, my birthday is in December, and I'm not very keen on writing about my birthday in February.
Why do the weirdest things happen to me?
First I find that my childhood stalker broke into my house, stole back that pencil I took from him last time (maybe two years ago), and then flew back to…I'm not too sure where. And then I see that Skittles started eating vegetables, something which I consider as amazing as Team Rocket giving to charity. After that, a Politoed broke into my house on the last day of Chinese New Year.
"It's good luck!" my mum cried out as she patted the friendly Politoed. I had no idea how he ended up in my home, but according to my grandma, he jumped in from a tree, which is completely impossible, because the tree in question had been burnt down by Firaga one day.
I googled 'symbolic meaning of Politoed entering house' and got something like 'The Chinese believe that Politoeds promote creativity, fertility…'
…Fertility?
I swiftly shut down my computer. "He's such a pretty Politoed!" my mum cooed, as her Medicham started to lecture the Politoed on house rules. The wild Pokémon nodded his head, looking around in awe at my house.
"Okay, I get it, he's a nice Politoed…" I mumbled as I patted his head and picked up my bag. "But I have to go to school. BYE!"
I taught Firaga Fly using Aeleus' Hidden Machine (which was just a more expensive Technical Machine; the sort that made your computer go haywire) and I managed to grab Firaga's License to Fly. All I had to do was to send Firaga for a flying test. He not only aced the test, but also got his first demerit point by smashing into a snobbish Skarmory afterwards.
I also had to endure a test whereby they attempt to induce vomiting by showing me how bumpy it was to fly on Firaga. It was basically like a rollercoaster, but with rocks underneath them, but I aced that part, too. I didn't eat lunch before that, so all went well.
"Firaga, let's go!" I nudged the Charizard, Skittles trotting along behind me. I crawled on top of him and grabbed onto his long neck, while the Delcatty took her favourite spot at the edge of his tail. Firaga simply stretched a little, stood up, then flapped his wings and flew off.
The thing about flying with Firaga is this – Firaga enjoys experimenting with his new wings. He would try to close one wing in mid-air (not a very good idea), or close his eyes (a horrible idea especially if there's a Ranger on an Altaria on duty in the skies), or do so many somersaults, you're not very sure if you've fallen, died, or survived. Trust me; it's not a very nice feeling.
The Charizard swooped up in the air as I clung on tightly to his neck. I had finally mastered the technique of making Firaga fly smoothly – by strangling him lightly, or tickling him.
His tail had to be straight, so Skittles could easily crawl back to Firaga's back any time she wanted, while I juggled my feelings of wanting to throw up and my feelings of wanting to just ride a normal bicycle to school.
I don't know how people do it in movies, where they paint a Charizard to resemble a Lugia, sit on their necks, and not hold onto them when they're in mid air.
"Firaga!" I shouted angrily, swatting at a group of lazy Wingulls. In response, one lazily blasted me with Water Gun. "SLOW DO- DON'T HIT THAT CHARIZARD!"
Too late. The stupid Charizard slammed right into the larger Charizard and the trainer on top of him whipped around in anger. Instantly, a cold chill ran up my spine. She looked like the sort of girl who would seduce any person, trap him in an alley, rape him, humiliate him, and then murder him, before running away in absolute coolness.
Oh, but she did seemed pissed.
"Hey, watch it!" she barked angrily.
I didn't even reply. I was just staring at her Charizard. He was a head taller than Firaga, with markings across his whole body; scars that ran deep and proved that he was a tough Pokémon. He was slightly larger too; like a fully grown Charizard.
Firaga snorted and glared at his larger counterpart. "Um, HEY! Are you going to apologize?" she snapped angrily at Firaga and I.
Skittles crawled up to me and rested on Firaga's other unoccupied shoulder. "Um, sorry! I was just…" I gulped when her blue eyes narrowed into evil-looking daggers with sapphires to make the killing brutal, yet beautiful at the same time, yet completely psychotic…I had to stop reading Steig Larsson. "…your Charizard is…woah…"
"Wait…you're from Lanseal, right?" she asked, examining Skittles and Firaga.
"Uh…yeah…" I hesitated. "Um, you're from Lanseal too?"
The girl fiddled with the striking purple lock of hair she had cascading down her head. "No, not at all," she replied, narrowing her eyes at me, "but you…you were the girl who was battling the Pokémon Champion, correct?"
Shit. Was she in any way, affliated to a stalker organization dedicated to make people's lives miserable? "Yeah, that's me, alright…" I said, as I tried to pull Firaga away from glaring at the evil-looking Charizard. The Charizard had blazing red eyes that reminded me of blood, and it was freaking me out. I read Steig Larsson's novel, 'The Girl with The Rayquaza Tattoo', and boy, was I getting ideas from there. I could imagine it now. Girl killed in mid-air due to staring contest with girl with scary Charizard. Perpetrator had random chopper in bag. Victim died of too much gore in head. Foul play and murder ruled out. Oh gosh…
Instead of whipping out a chopper, the girl cocked her head and flashed me a smile, though it seemed rather stiff, and still rather evil. "Cool. I'm Sabrina Monez. This…" she smacked her Charizard's head so hard, Firaga grunted for him, "…is Rage, my Charizard. I have a Houndoom, too. His name is Shade."
"Um…I'm Charis. My Charizard, Firaga, and my Delcatty, Skittles," I introduced, Firaga rubbed his nose and Skittles purred. I watched as Sabrina released her Houndoom, Shade. He growled at Skittles, and the Delcatty…
"SKITTLES!" I screamed in horror as my Delcatty leapt off from Firaga's head as a launch pad, landed squarely on Rage's snout (he looked like he could eat ten Delcatties, a Charizard and a poor human girl ALL AT ONCE!), ran down Rage's back, ran past Sabrina without even glancing, and then nuzzled Shade. I looked at Sabrina, who was staring at Skittles in shock. "Uh…"
To my surprise, the Houndoom simply let the Delcatty snuggle up to him. "Oh, I'm so sor-"
"Shade. Stop that." Sabrina's voice turned icy cold. She looked at her Houndoom in contempt. The Houndoom looked at the confused Delcatty for a moment, gave a look of resignation, and…
"Oof!" I was met with Delcatty fur as the Houndoom swiftly threw Skittles, in mid-air, to me. "HEY! You're not supposed to- oh shit, she's gone."
Firaga groaned and flapped his wings impatiently. "Fine, fine, we have school, so go ahead and fly us already…" I said to him, as we slowly made our descent to Lanseal Pokémon Academy.
And I thought I heard a Houndoom's pained cry.
We had a battle lesson today, much to Firaga's delight. So there we were, Firaga dealing a painful Seismic Toss to Xenny's Typlosion when the new teacher walked in.
"Hello, class," she greeted, her dark blue eyes glancing across the battle hall, "I'm Jennifer MacIntosh. I'll be your new battle teacher for the rest of the semester, and please don't underestimate me."
A few boys at the back, including Benry, started to control their laughter. I took a good look at Ms MacIntosh. She was in an all-pink ensemble, save for her white skirt. It was hard not to classify her as 'the stupid pink woman'. And when she sent out her Pokémon – Weather the Castform, Sable the Sableye, Kolor the Kecleon, Patch the Pachirisu, and Jane the Mawile…
"…Seriously?" Kishon walked up to us, with his Gabite, Gairbith. Cerine, his Ralts, was beside him, giving Ms MacIntosh's Pokémon a shy wave. "You're a battle teacher?"
Ms MacIntosh didn't flinch. Instead, she smiled. "Try me."
Benry hopped off the stands and joined Kishon. "Hell yeah!" He turned to me. "If I win, will you go out with me?"
Xenny choked and Benjamin burst out laughing.
"Ah, Charis. I have heard marvelous things about you!" Ms MacIntosh gave me a smile. "Would you like to team up with me?"
I didn't even need a damn reply when Firaga roared in excitement, and took his place next to the small Castform, floating about happily. "If you lose, you buy the whole class ice cream, Benry!" I shouted out, and the class cheered in response.
Benry turned to Kishon as his Combusken, Romeo, took his place next to Kishon's Gabite. "You're in this with me…!"
"…Shit."
Benjamin clapped his hands. "C'mon guys, battle START!"
"Weather, Sunny Day!"
"Firaga, fly up!"
Firaga flapped his wings and flew up, as Weather did a strange dance in front of us. When he finished with a battle cry, the sun overhead beamed even more, engulfing the class in sunlight.
Kishon narrowed his eyes at the sun. "Gairbith, use Stone Edge on Charizard."
Gairbith summoned a bunch of sharp rocks from the field, before he launched himself up with his strong legs and streamlined shape. He practically flew past Firaga, the rocks pointed threateningly around him, before he did a nosedive towards Firaga's belly. The two Pokémon plummeted towards the ground at a blistering speed. "Firaga, flip him over with a Seismis Toss!"
At the final moment, Firaga twisted himself and was able to pin Gairbith down with his claws. He flapped his wings and crashed onto the ground, the Charizard cushioning himself by generating some wind from his wings. Gairbith crawled out of the crater, shaking a little by the damage taken.
"Romeo, use Rock Slide on Charizard!"
The Combusken started to gather large rocks, hurling them at lightning speeds to Firaga. "Firaga, fly up and use Aerial Ace on Combusken!"
"Weather, use Blizzard on Gabite!"
While both Pokémon were attacking Firaga, they failed to notice or care about the little Castform making his own hailstorm in his little personal bubble. Without skipping a beat Weather delivered a hard-hitting Blizzard that destroyed Gairbith and froze him in place. Kishon grimaced as Gairbith staggered to the sidelines, unable to battle.
Firaga flew around Romeo, confusing the Combusken greatly. Then, without warning, Firaga stopped and slashed at Combusken for a deadly Aerial Ace. Romeo was thrown back, slamming straight into Benry. In response, Rascal, who was next to Benry, barked and nuzzled Benry eagerly.
"Well, that was kinda boring!" Ms MacIntosh announced, yawning a little. "Okay, class, get into groups of 5 and mass Pokémon Knock-Outs, now!"
"Uh, one mango ice cream!" I told Kishon, as he grudgingly handed over two dollars. Benry was talking to both Elena Bloom and Emerala Stone.
"Okay, Emerala, this is Benry!" she introduced her.
I met Emerala just a while ago. According to Elena, Emerala had been admitted to the hospital and stayed there since the school year started. She came back on the worst day ever to come back – the day Team Rocket attacked Lanseal. So she got injured again, and now she was in crutches,
Emerala shoved up her sunglasses and looked at her two Pokémon, a Spoink and a Corsola. Despite the fact that we just met them, Firaga had already decided that they were no longer friends of his. Her Spoink, Bouncy, was jumping on his tail and pretending that the flame at the end of his tail was a campfire, so it didn't really help when her Corsola, Coral, brought in marshmallows to cook. Firaga lifted up his tail and nearly slammed it on the two Pokémon until Coral blasted a Water Gun at his exposed butt out of frustration over not having marshmellows.
Aside from that, Skittles loved them. I think it was the pearl on Bouncy's head, and the fact that the Spoink had been bouncing non-stop.
"One coffee ice cream topped with mango bits and with strawberry sauce, please!" Aeleus ordered, laughing as Kishon smacked his forehead in annoyance. His friend, Kai Zade was next to him, trying to conjure up a crazy mix of ice creams.
"I want an aloe vera ice cream, topped with sarcasm and sprinkled with some humour please!" Kai added, grinning.
"Oh, would you like it in your face for that?" Kishon asked sarcastically.
"Nah, I wouldn't pay extra for that, Kai…" Aeleus remarked, as he glanced at me and smiled. "Did you order your ice cream?"
"Yepp…" I said as I waited in line for my ice cream. I looked around the canteen. The debris from Friday's destruction had been cleared, but it was fairly obvious to any outsider that we had been through an attack. The canteen wall had been destroyed, and the field still had that huge crater from a Hyper Beam. There were signs of fierce Pokémon battles everywhere; it seemed as though students battled against Team Rocket grunts bravely. According to newspaper reports, Team Rocket were after some documents that Pokémon Champion Zak were after. Most of them had been stolen successfully, but a group of students managed to retrieve part of it. The last time we visited this place, it was in a mess, but thankfully they managed to restore it.
"Well, at least the canteen sells better food now!" Elena commented, grinning. "The whole Team Rocket fiasco wasn't so bad after all!" Aquabub and Bloom nodded eagerly. The Prinplup had sea salt ice cream (A/N: KH REFERENCE HEHE) while Bloom the Roselia was having green tea ice cream.
At the mention of Team Rocket, Aeleus' eyes narrowed. His Mawile, Minerva and Swirls the Poliwhirl glowered well. "Um…Aeleus? You okay?" I asked.
He snapped up and forced a smile. "Uh, yeah! Yeah. Oh right, I forgot. You're coming to my house today, right?"
I promised Aeleus I'd teach him Math at his place. He was apparently so bad at Math, his teacher didn't even marked his paper.
"Yeah, after school today," I nodded my head in agreement. Firaga smirked at me knowingly.
My mum used to tell me that should I ever have a boyfriend, he would have to go through two tests – my parents, and Firaga. When I had a guy friend at the age of 8, the Charmander torched him when he threw an eraser in my face. The boy was so traumatized by the event, he moved away. Sometimes my mum would go up to Firaga and ask him "How was her day at school, dear?" and he'd know right away what she meant.
Scaaaary.
I took my ice cream and sat down to read my newspapers. A trainer and his Pokémon; a Lairon and a Magnezone had gone missing, supposedly after being taken down by a wild Pokémon. I sighed; this usually meant they would die soon enough. If environmental conditions weren't good enough, and if they provoked any wild Pokémon, then that would be the usual outcome. Aside from that, Lady Gaga went into the Grammy Awards in a Togepi Egg.
In home news, there were a few pages dedicated to the Lanseal attack. One was filled with photographs of the scenes of destruction, and then they compared them to photographs of Lanseal during the grand opening. It was a rather drastic change.
There was another page to inform the public of what exactly unfolded that day, and they gave eyewitness accounts. Jayden had apparently been stalked by their reporter that day after she was spotted limping about with her Pokémon for a comment. The Principal and Zak declined to comment, though Zak's agent had mentioned that he would return to Lanseal to oversee smooth restoration of school facilities.
As I was reading this, there was some form of commotion occurring behind me, then a strong hand practically hit my shoulder. I whipped around, only to see Zak himself. "Uh…good morning?" I suggested, giving a nervous smile.
He didn't say anything; all he did was to release his Sceptile Blader from his Pokéball. At the sight of his opponent, Firaga snarled at the Pokémon. Blader looked impressed by Firaga's new form, and he released his sharp leaf blades from his arms in the hopes of intimidating the Charizard.
Everyone cooed in awe. I didn't even need to say anything because when Zak started walking, Firaga flew ahead and Skittles sprinted off without me. Then the stupid Charizard realized that his trainer was still reading her newspapers, so he burnt it with his tail flame, grabbed me by my shoulders and flew off with me screaming mid-air, and the entire school following in wide-eyed anticipation.
It happened so fast no referee was needed to start the battle. Firaga immediately flew up for an aerial Flamethrower before I could even tell him to use Flamethrower.
"Blader, jump and use Leaf Blade to send him back down!" Zak shouted. Blader used a large rock as a platform and leapt into the air, blades poised for a lethal attack.
"Firaga, pin his arms down!" I commanded, and the Charizard gave a mighty roar in response. He flew up even higher, above the Sceptile, before diving headfirst towards the Sceptile. Blader shielded himself with his sharp blades, hitting Firaga a little, but the Charizard was swift enough to grab his arms. He did a spinning nose dive and drove him straight to the ground.
Show-off.
Skittles flicked her tail lazily as she watched the battle, eating at my ice cream. "HEY!" I snapped, before I continued to eat it myself. "Firaga, fly up and use Fire Blast!"
"Blader, Detect!"
Gahhhh. With his keen eye, Blader nimbly dodged Firaga's Fire Blast. "Now use Leaf Blade at his wings!"
Blader lunged for Firaga's wing. "Counter it with Focus Punch!" I retaliated. Firaga flew towards Blader, the powerful Leaf Blade and Firaga's Focus Punch connecting. The two Pokémon recoiled at the collision, but Firaga was able to stand first, since Leaf Blade didn't hurt him very much. "Flamethrower!" I shouted, but Firaga didn't even want to Flamethrower the Sceptile – He used Blast Burn.
Suddenly, the ground shook violently. Blader was surrounded by small, yet dangerous explosions that erupted from the ground with no warning signals. He swiftly dodged one that nearly attacked him, but he failed to see the deadly explosion that erupted right below him. The flames burst out of the ground, engulfing the helpless Grass Pokémon in it. As he staggered away, more eruptions followed, chipping away chunks of his health, and finally, the deadliest one exploded from the ground, finally subduing its prey.
…When in the world did he learn that?
Blader fell to the ground, heavily burnt everywhere. Firaga was huffing, still standing proud, though he did stumble a little. Silence fell onto the crowds, before suddenly…
"LANSEAL FOR THE WIN!" Barzini screamed in awe, and soon, the students and teachers started to cheer as well, so loudly I nearly died from a damn headache.
The nurses' Chanseys were at the sidelines watching as well, so they ran up to both Blader and Firaga to heal them with their…um, eggs. Firaga was met with swarms of Pokémon, all trying to lift him up to cheer. Students suddenly ran down the sidelines, cheering and…wait, are they heading towards me…?
Shit.
"That was a great battle, Charis!" Aeleus insisted, as we walked into his house. I smiled as I was greeted by the fresh smell of cookies in the air.
"Oh, hello, Charis!" Mrs Rivera greeted as I walked in, taking off my shoes as I went in. "I've heard so much about you from Aeleus!"
I cast a suspicious glance at Aeleus, who shrugged nonchalantly. "Uh, thanks."
"Here, have some cookies!" She nearly shoved the tray in my direction. "And Aeleus-"
Suddenly, a boy about a head taller than Aeleus walked into the kitchen. He had spiky purple hair, similar to Aeleus' hair, and he was wearing a black jacket, over a black shirt, with black jeans. If it wasn't for his purple hair and the lack of piercings I would've categorized him as a hardcore goth. "I'm here," he greeted coldly, and when his eyes met mine, it felt as though the whole world froze over and died.
"Reggie, where in the world were you on Friday?" Aeleus asked, a bit too casually for my liking. He shot Reggie a glare.
"Well, little brother, I was doing stuff that no 16-year-old should know about, so mind your own business." Reggie grabbed a cookie from the tray, still glaring at the both of us.
"Um…should we start on Math, Aeleus?" I hastily cut in, before Reggie's glare could kill my soul. Staring at people like that should've been illegal.
Aeleus sighed and nodded. "Okay, we'll just sit by the dining table…" He pulled out his Math books.
Lanseal Pokémon Academy prints out lecture notes for every term, but since we were nearing O levels, they combined Term 3 and 4's lecture notes together into one book. It was rather thick, and it was filled with doodles. I flipped through my book lazily. In lectures I paid attention, and I doodled only when I was bored…which was nearly once in five seconds or so.
"Okay, we should start with…um…" I trailed off when I saw what was underneath Reggie's jacket – a bright yellow R.
Aeleus noticed it as well, but he tried to act normally. "I personally hate differentiation," he commented, eyeing his brother, "but I'm not that good at integration as well…"
Reggie left the kitchen. He walked towards the living room, well out of hearing range. "Did you see that?" I hissed, widening my eyes.
Aeleus nodded gravely. "Yeah, I did…but it could be anything!" he pointed out.
Firaga, Skittles, Minerva and Swirls all nodded in agreement. "Hm…" I thought about it. "Maybe we can get more information from his room…where is it?"
"You have to walk past the living room, and go upstairs, but he'd get suspicious because I don't normally go upstairs…" he said.
I lit up. "I have an idea!"
Firaga and I waited outside for Aeleus' cue. He was to distract Reggie while Firaga flew me up to the second floor.
"Hey, Reggie!" Aeleus walked into the living room, where Reggie's Pokémon were. He had a Mawile, a Politoed, a Gengar and a Skarmory, all seated in a row watching the television.
Minerva and Swirls walked behind him, narrowing their eyes at the four Pokémon seated. His Skarmory hissed in response, while the others simply ignored Aeleus' Pokémon.
Firaga shot them a glare from outside but I smacked him angrily. "Focus!" I snapped, as he grunted. He let me sit near his head, growling, and then he flapped his wings up. He sat on top of the roof, and tried to steady himself on the chimney. He used his legs to push himself up, but he accidentally dislodged a tile from the roof. To my horror, the tile crashed onto the ground in the noisiest way possible.
"What's that?" Reggie barked; I could hear his icy voice. His Gengar tried to float out, and I panicked, hurriedly trying to scramble away from Firaga's head, but thankfully his Gengar was blasted with a Water Pulse from Swirls.
"Swirls! Don't be rough!" Aeleus snapped, though I could sense some sarcasm and his fake tone.
"Get your damn butt out of here, will you? Don't you have your girlfriend to attend to?"
Firaga nearly clawed his way down to strangle Reggie, but thankfully I was near his head, so I hit him.
"Okay, hoist me down!" I sat behind Firaga's horns, grabbing them tightly as he lowered his head such that it was level with Reggie's room window. I hastily used the disfigured paper clip that Aeleus provided and opened the window. I quickly jumped in, then signaled for Firaga to enter as well. He was, thankfully, small enough to crawl through the window without much difficulty. I grabbed Firaga's tail flame to navigate my way.
"Well, so this is a dude's room…" I whispered, kicking aside his clothes. I looked at the room. Aside from being horribly messy, it seemed rather normal; the posters, the picture frame, the huge closet…
I flung open the closet, and stared at it. Rows and rows of the trademark Team Rocket uniform, along with some notes that I shoved into my pocket hurriedly. Then I saw his Team Rocket admin card, and took that as well; perhaps we could use it against him one day.
"SHE'S TENDING TO HER CHARIZARD, DON'T DISTURB HER!" Aeleus shouted, a bit too loudly, and I started to panic. "Firaga!" I snapped, tugging at his tail. "Hurry!"
We ran out of the room, and then I saw the stairs, where Aeleus was standing at. "Damn, how do we get down?"
Firaga glanced at me and gave me a cheeky grin. He lumbered up to the stairs, and then proceeded to throw himself onto the stairs, rolling down and grunting in mock pain. I gulped when Aeleus and Reggie both stared at the random Charizard who just tumbled down the stairs, and then I jumped in. I ran down the stairs, trying to look as wild as possible. "FIRAGA!" I screamed, in mock horror. I threw myself over Firaga, and Skittles joined in the act by nuzzling him frantically.
"Uh…" Aeleus was speechless. Reggie was raising an eyebrow; too absorbed in wondering how a Charizard could fall like that to think about why we were upstairs in the fir-
"Why were you both upstairs?" Reggie demanded. Firaga and I exchanged glances, and then I simply sniffed.
"M-My Firaga…he was just being playful…" I whispered, petting Firaga's head soothingly. Firaga whimpered to add on to the act.
Aeleus shook his head. "He found the attic, huh?" he asked, and gave him a subtle wink. I nodded furiously in response.
"Oh, my poor poor Firaga!" I moaned, again hugging him. "Don't you find it painful? Even Skittles is worried!"
"Meow!" Skittles chirped in agreement.
I searched Reggie's face for some form of sign that the story was working. Even his Gengar looked skeptical, but in the end, Reggie simply rolled his eyes.
"You immature children…" he mumbled as he sat back in the couch. "Don't you guys have work to do?"
I went back home after that, because Aeleus was exhausted from…staring at one differentiation question.
The Politoed was still there, jumping about. He was rather small for a Politoed; if I were to compare him with Reggie's stronger Politoed, our wild Politoed would be no match!
"I'm keeping the Politoed!" my mum announced.
"Um…okay…" I mumbled as I shuffled into my room. I had to move my bed to a corner to accommodate both Firaga and Skittles, plus my window had to be easily opened for Firaga to go out and stretch. The last time Firaga stretched in my room, the ceiling gave way and I had to vacuum my entire room.
"Okay, let's see what Reggie's notes are about…" I said, as I sat down next to Firaga and Skittles. I pulled out the crumpled pieces from my pocket and started to read through them.
Targets: ALL LEGENDARIES.
Capture all. Arceus shall be our final target.
I widened my eyes as I read through the notes. Moltres, Articuno, Zapdos…Lugia and Ho-Oh…
They detailed their plans to capture each legendary. Team Rocket grunts would first target the small Pokémon – Celebi, Jirachi, Shaymin, Mew. They would start small, building up a whole army of legendaries; the more they obtain, the easier it would be to capture more.
Lugia was to be risen from the sea. They would send in an admin for each legendary Pokémon. And once Lugia was captured, Kyogre would follow. They planned to use Lugia against his fellow legendary.
Groundon was supposedly deep in the Gobi desert, locked in a sand tomb that would only open with a powerful trainer. They had done their research and coaxed several candidates to join them in their so-called expedition. They even had a newspaper clipping of a Pokémon Champion joining their expedition, hidden under the guise of scientific research.
There were so many legendaries and so many plans, it was too crazy, yet so possible. They had finished their preparations; all that was left was for their boss to give the go-ahead.
Eliminate those who try to intervene.
…Eliminate? Was that why nearly all the teachers were going? Was that why our expedition was shifted to the holidays to accommodate the teachers?
I flipped through the pages again. There had to be a da-
Our trip coincided with Team Rocket's plans.
Oh gosh, this is not good. NOT GOOD! "Firaga, this is baaaad!" I yelped, smacking Firaga in horror.
"Rooooooar…" Firaga groaned in anger, poking my stomach with his talon.
"NOT FUNNY!" I snapped, before I burst out laughing. "Stop poking me! Gosh, okay, it's time to sleep!"
Firaga snickered, as he folded his wings neatly. Skittles crawled underneath his wing, and I plopped onto bed to enjoy a restless night thinking of Team Rocket.
"Mr Glenn, here's my history report!" I said, as I handed up my report. The rest of the class rolled their eyes silently. Well, I didn't check my email inbox for his email that the deadline had been extended…
"Oh, that's nice. Thank you very much," he replied, as he placed my file on top of his books. He then looked at the class, "and class, I expect more reports by this Wednesday…"
I slid into my seat as the class echoed, "Yes Mr Glenn…"
"Good. And Charis, can I see you for a moment after class?"
I heard Firaga snort. Oh shit. I was never called back to meet a teacher after class! Did I fail my History so miserably that I have to retake my paper? I thought Mr Glenn was pleased with my report last week…
The class filtered out, with Kishon laughing. "HAHA! Miss Goody Two Shoes called back?"
Mr Glenn looked up. "Oh, Kishon! Yes, I forgot, I have to see you too!"
Kishon's face fell as he mumbled something underneath his breath. He stood beside my table, furrowing his eyebrows.
When the class finally left, Mr Glenn smiled at me. "It's okay, Charis, you're not being punished!" he laughed.
Oh. Was it that obvious?
Kishon snickered. "So…what's this about?" He sat on the table next to me.
Mr Glenn smiled. "Well, we have an exclusive legendary only available to top students who perform well academically and CCA-wise." CCA, or co-curricular activity is just something we do aside from schoolwork.
It was therefore natural that they first approach the chairperson of AV Media Club (that was me), and the male lead of choir (Kishon, strangely).
"And…what is the legendary in question?" I asked.
"Well…it's Team Rocket's most infamous experiment to date – Mewtwo."
I'm still accepting OCs!
Name
Age (Barzini is 15, Charis is 16 if you're a student)
Gender
Role (Teacher, Student, Team Rocket grunt, anything will do!)
Pokémon (2 if you're a student), Gender, Nicknames
Personality of character
Personality of Pokémon
Appearance
Relation to ANY character!
Legendary chosen – Arceus, Celebi, Lugia, Azelf, Rayquaza
Mewtwo only if you're really smart
The stalker mentioned in the previous chapter shall never be mentioned again, due to unforeseen circumstances. I actually started writing this chapter a few weeks ago but I had to delete it because I felt that I didn't characterize the stalker very well, so I started this particular one a few days ago! Oh, actually, I started on Saturday when I was tutoring Barzini for Amath at my place.
I would also like to inform all readers that effective from mid March, Barzini will NOT be writing anymore, until his O levels are over. If you read my stories often, you would have noticed that last year, I stopped writing from January all the way to December or something. This was to make sure I could focus on my studies, so as the most responsible senior ever to Barzini, he is BANNED from Fanfiction from March onwards until his O levels are over. So, reviewers, if you ever see Barzini publish a story before November, FLAME HIM! I shall personally do so as well. I even drafted out how my review would sound like: "HOW DARE YOU COME ON FANFICTION TO PUBLISH YOUR STORY DON'T YOU HAVE O LEVELS TO STUDY FOR?"
Anyway, R&R! :D
