RW: Hello again! First off…I want to apologies for the LONG wait! I'm so sorry!

(Bows head in forgiveness.)

RW: Why has it taken so long? Well, there's school, homework, projects, tests, work at home and abroad, reading LOTS of manga and books, playing Pokemon FireRed (although I prefer the Hoenn games the best!), and yeah…also getting lazy and wanting to draw…any who, I owe you guys a chapter, sp here I go!)

(PS: This is the second time writing the same chapter. Why? Well, my stupid 3 ½ Floppy A disk won't let me get into my original story, which was called: A Contest and A Museum, but rewriting won't be so bad…)

May's Contest: Part I

She hummed softly in the blue and white tiled girl's room, while brushing her long brown hair with a blue hairbrush. She finally fixed her green bandana on her head and nodded softly in the mirror, knowing that she was ready for her big day. Slipping on her white gloves, she saw the white door swing open to the public bathroom and Beka poked her head in.

"Come on May," said Beka, "the contest starts in five minutes. You don't want to be late!"

"I know, I know!" exclaimed May, making last preparations for the contest.

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'Wow, this is my first time, well, of course it is, at being at a Pokemon contest,' thought Beka, as she made her way down the yellow hallway to the auditorium, with her hands shoved deep into her jeans pockets.

She looked at the other contenders and their amazing Pokemon.

'May's going to have a lot of competition,' thought Beka, 'but I know she will…'

Just then, someone slammed into her left arm coming forward, hard, causing Beka and the person to both fall. Beka looked around and saw a young guy, about her age, with green hair, wearing a black, green, and purple outfit, on the floor next to her. It was the guy who slammed into her. He opened his eyes, a dark color, and starred at her in a dirty way.

"Hey, watch where you're going next time loser!" sneered the guy, getting up and brushing away a part of his hair.

He didn't even care to help Beka to her feet, even though she tried to apologies to him (though he was the one that was really to blame). Just then Beka heard from behind:

"Hey Beka, what's so interesting on the ground?"

Beka turned and saw Brendan looking down at her with a pair of tickets in his hands.

"Oh Brendan," said Beka, getting up after Brendan politely helped her up, "it's just that some kid with green hair walked by and shoved me, that's all."

"Wait, you said this kid had green hair?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Beka, that kid was…"

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After talking with Professor Birch on the phone and after sending two Pokemon him and receiving the rest of her old Pokemon team in return, May got up from the video phone and sat at a bench, deciding which Pokemon to use.

"Well, I could try beginner's luck and choose Mudkip to be in a Cool Contest," pondered May, "but Beutifly was my first Pokemon to be in any contest."

(A/N: This Beutifly is May's first one from Pokemon Advanced. The Beutifly May caught in this story was actually a favor asked by Prof. Birch, for he his studying how evolve Pokemon in the wild act as a comparison to Pokemon that had evolved in a trainer's care. Anyway, hopefully this won't be confusion to you all.

(Authoress is afraid of the audience getting dizzy and falling out of their seats.

(Audience: (Dizzy) ))

"Predicable as usual," came a sneering voice.

May turned and gasped at the green hair kid that stood before her."

"Drew?!" asked May.

"The one and only," he said, flipping back a piece of his green hair.

'Yeah, the one and only to annoy people with that hair thing of yours,' said May, with a look of annoyance in her eyes.

"So, what brings you back?" asked May, trying to act nice.

"I just wanted to come back and test my coordinating skills again," said Drew, "nothing much."

"Oh."

"Well, I got to go and prepare for the show. See you around," waving off to May.

"Oh, well, see ya!" said May.

"Oh, and May, want to know a secret?"

May turned back to him.

"If you want to know what Pokemon I'll use, it's not the one you expect I'll be using."

He flipped his hair back and walked off, leaving May to wonder what she'll expect from this hidden personality man.

To Be Continued…

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RW: Okay! I know this was a measly, little chapter, but I have writer's block! I promise to fulfill the next part of this story in the next chapter. Please don't hurt me, I'll write more soon as I can!

(Runs out of the room and into the closet with a pad and pen, hoping to write down more of the story, before an angry mob of Hoennshippers and fans of the Hoenn region break in…)