Mimic
The young boy peeped though the tall wet grass. There he saw not one but two trainers within the Mimic Circle. Finally, he could practice his technique, but who should he choose?
"You're always like this! Why can't you just see pass his faults?" May yelled.
Her stance was rather different from what the young boy was used to. Still, he gave it his best. He stretched his right foot back so that all his weight was on the ball of his left foot. Already he felt like he was losing his balance. Maybe her boyfriend would be easier to mimic.
"Why? We don't have time for this May! We don't have time for-" Brendan stopped when he caught sight of his copied movements.
"Hey, eyes over here! If you don't want to stay then fine. I don't need you help."
The boy youngest then copied May's pose. He rolled his heels back so that his feet were flat on the ground. Then he brought his closed fist to his side and look straight ahead. Like hers, his eyes held a tone of seriousness.
"Fine. I've had it with you. So I'll just go on ahead without you."
He and Brendan said with the cold shoulder turn.
"AND STOP COYPING ME!" Brendan yelled while the boy flinched.
May, her small Oddish, and the young boy watched Brendan disappear within the tall wet curtain of grass.
"Sorry you had to go through that. He's just frustrated. He didn't mean any harm," May appologized to the young boy and her Oddish.
"I should be the one appologizing. I'm sorry that it ended that way with you now exboyfriend because of me," the youngster then bowed his head in shame.
"What? Oh don't worry about it. He is always like this in training. We were never together in the first place," May said, but in a way that it was directed more to herself. "So we're not apart now..."
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