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Chansey Trainer's Story
Episode 4: School
"Chansey?" Chance shook its trainer. "Chansey!" it yelled.
"Wha?" Rose sat up in her chair and yawned. "Ungh..." The sun was shining through her window and on her desk, where she must have fallen asleep doing homework.
"Chansey, chansey," Chance said, lacking its usual enthusiasm.
Rose yawned again. "'Morning, Chance." She stretched and pulled herself up from her chair, then noticed her Pokémon's sober expression. "What's wrong?"
Chance wrapped its short arms as far around Rose's legs as they would go. "Chansey chansey chansey," it said quietly. "Chansey," Chance finished, looking up at Rose, its eyes wide.
"I miss spending time with you, too," Rose said. "But today's Tuesday. You know what that means?"
"Chansey," Chance said softly.
"It means there's only four more days--" Rose counted on her fingers "--one, two, three, four--until summer vacation! And then we'll be able to go off by ourselves and have all sorts of battles and adventures!"
"Chansey," Chance said, only half-convinced.
Rose tousled Chance's fur. "Really. Then we'll have all sorts of fun. I promise."
"Chansey," Chance said, leaning against its trainer. "Chansey chansey."
"I have to go to school, Chance!" Rose said. "And I can't bring you with me. You wouldn't have any fun. And besides, my teachers would notice if I brought you. Then we'd both be in trouble!"
"Chansey chansey," Chance said, looking at Rose questioningly.
"School's boring," Rose said quickly. "Just like me studying at home. It's a lot more fun for you to watch TV with Meowth here."
"Chansey," Chance said softly. After a moment, it waddled over to Rose's dresser and pulled the Pokéball off of it. "Chansey," it said, presenting the ball to Rose.
Rose's eyes widened. "You--you don't want to spend the whole day in here!"
"Chansey!" Chance reaffirmed. It was smiling again.
Rose frowned. "You sure?"
"Chansey!" Chance nodded.
"You can't come out in the middle of class. You're not even allowed at school. You'd have to stay inside the Pokéball until we got back home."
"Chansey!" Chance affirmed.
Rose smiled a bit, though she still felt concerned. "All right, Chance," she finally said. "Dad's already left for work, right?"
"Chansey, chansey!" Chance said.
"Then he won't miss you."
Rose hurried and got her books together, ate a quick breakfast (and gave one to Chansey), then stood at the doorway to the house. "Ready?"
"Chansey!" Chance beamed.
"Chance, return!" Rose said, throwing the Pokéball.
Chance dissolved into glowing pink energy and obediently melted into the Pokéball. The Pokéball came back into Rose's hand. Rose pressed the button on the Pokéball once to compress it, then placed it carefully into her backpack, afraid of it falling out of her pocket.
Rose opened the front door. Meowth ran in, its mouth jingling. "Meowth, meowth."
"Leave the change on the table," Rose said, yawning.
"Meowth?" The Pokémon looked up at Rose.
"Don't worry. Chance will be fine," Rose said, a little nervously.
Meowth uttered a non-committal "Meowth" before trotting inside the house.
Rose had a lot of trouble paying attention in her classes that morning. She was nervous that Chansey would be discovered, or that something would happen to her Pokémon. Her teachers noticed that she couldn't answer questions, but since Rose looked so tired, they didn't comment.
Algebra class was the worst. Rose was good at math, but she didn't like it much, and Mrs. Krause was the most boring teacher in the world, and none of her friends were in that class. Plus, Mrs. Krause had arranged the seating chart herself, and Rose was right next to Walker. Every time Walker answered a question correctly, Rose felt like he was taunting her.
Rose jumped in her seat as a loud blast of noise came through the speakers overhead. The students smiled--it was another fire drill. Well, maybe it was a real fire, but the last 20 times, they had been false alarms, and a nice way to waste fifteen minutes of class time.
"All right, everybody go out into the baseball field," Mrs. Krause said, picking up the class roster. "Stay together."
Rose reached down to grab her backpack.
"Rose! Leave everything here!"
"But--"
"Come on, Rose." Mrs. Krause forced Rose out of the classroom.
Rose looked back towards the classroom, bewildered. She knew it probably wasn't a real fire, and even if it was, hopefully Chance would have enough sense to get out of there. And if Mrs. Krause knew she had a Pokémon at school, Rose would get in big trouble. She'd probably have detention for the rest of the school year--maybe longer.
But having detention was much better than letting something happen to Chance.
Rose dashed back towards the classroom, ignoring Mrs. Krause's commands, and ran straight into Walker.
"You moron," Walker said. "You wanna get in trouble?"
Rose pushed him aside. "Shut up."
Walker grabbed Rose's arm and dropped something round into her hand.
A Pokéball.
"Found it in your backpack," he said. "Hurry up and put it in your pocket before you get caught."
Rose's eyes widened. "Walker..."
The young man shrugged. "I wasn't gonna let a Pokémon get burned to death just because its trainer's too stupid to take care of it."
Rose glowered. "What were you doing in my backpack, anyway?"
"I just saw it," Walker said. "You shoulda kept it hidden better. Hurry up; I don't want to get in trouble too."
Rose put the Pokéball in her pocket and followed Walker, completely baffled.
"What kept you, Rose?" Mrs. Krause said, looking coldly at her student as she arrived on the baseball field.
Rose looked helplessly at Walker, who apparently wasn't in trouble. He didn't look like he wanted to help her, either. Finally, she shrugged. "I don't know."
Mrs. Krause shook her head. "That was reckless, Rose." She glanced at Walker. "And you?"
"I was reassuring a frightened student, ma'am," he said.
The other students giggled, but Mrs. Krause apparently took him seriously, and nodded her approval.
It was only fifteen minutes later when all the students were herded back into the classrooms. Mrs. Krause picked up right where she left off, but none of her students paid attention.
Rose was eating lunch with a couple friends when she felt a palm on the back of her head. She pulled her head away, startled, and looked behind her. It was Walker!
"What do you want?" Rose asked shakily.
Walker shrugged. "I was going to take my you-know-what out behind the baseball field. I don't like to keep it stuck inside you-know-where all day."
Rose's friends giggled.
"Oh...sure," Rose said. "That's a good idea." She re-sacked her lunch and picked up her backpack. "See you in class," she said, waving to her friends.
"Rose has a boyfriend!" Kira whispered, laughing.
"I do not!" Rose yelled back.
Walker just smirked. "Hey, if you think I'd settle for someone like her, you're pretty silly."
"Hey!" Rose objected.
Walker headed towards the baseball field without saying another word. Rose waited for a moment, then finally followed.
"Why do you have to act like that?" Rose asked angrily.
Walker ran a hand through his hair, laughing. "Don't try to change me, baby."
Rose glowered.
Walker looked at her for a moment, then shrugged. "Try teasing back. You'll have more fun."
Rose didn't reply.
"Then why are you coming with me?" Walker asked.
"Because you're right," Rose said. "My Pokémon needs some attention. And I miss Chance. You sure we won't get caught?"
"Haven't yet," Walker said.
"How often do you bring them to class?" Rose asked.
"A different one every day," Walker said, shrugging. "Sometimes two. They fight better if I keep them near me."
Rose walked alongside the young man, silent for a while. They walked past the school's buildings and into the baseball field. Walker led her behind the backstop, which was a tall chain-link fence.
"I'm sure anyone looking out could still see us from behind this fence," Rose said nervously.
"I know," Walker said. "Hope you can climb." He faced the block wall behind the backstop and jumped, grabbing onto the top and lifting himself up. "Hurry."
"I can't climb that!" Rose objected.
Walker waited on the top, then held his hand out. "Come on. If you get me caught, you'll be sorry."
Rose really had no idea how to climb a fence, and Walker certainly wasn't strong enough to pull her and her book-filled backpack over. In fact, she almost knocked him off of the fence. In frustration, Walker let go of Rose's hand while she was a couple feet off the ground. She fell hard. "Ow!"
Walker silently went down over far side of the wall, out of Rose's sight.
"Walker!" Rose yelled.
He didn't reply. Something came over the wall towards Rose, hitting her square in the head.
"What are you doing?" Rose yelled.
"Bellsprout, go!" Walker shouted.
A plant Pokémon, one of the ones which actually looked like a plant, emerged in a flash of light.
"Bellsprout, climb up the wall and use your vine whip to lug that lazy girl over!"
The Bellsprout climbed much more gracefully than Rose, then sent a long vine towards her. The vine went around Rose's waist, pinning her arms to her sides, and then lifted her over the wall, setting her down gently next to Walker.
"Now hurry up and get down here!" Walker commanded his Bellsprout. It obliged. Walker rubbed its forehead roughly. "At least you got your exercise today. Lifting a couple hundred pounds is some hard work, even for one of the best-trained Pokémon in the world."
Rose glared at Walker, then took out her Pokéball. "Chance, go!"
The Chansey immediately came out of its Pokéball. It saw Walker, and shied back a bit.
"It's all right," Rose said. "We aren't going to fight. I don't think..."
Walker shook his head. "And make you leave your injured Chansey in its Pokéball until school's over? Even I'm not that mean."
"Chansey," Chance said softly.
"Right," Rose said. "Her arms might get a little scraped up beating your Bellsprout silly."
Walker smirked. "Sure."
"Chansey," Chance said, sitting on the ground next to Rose.
"Bell," Bellsprout said, turning up its nose--or whatever you called that part of its face--at Rose and Chance.
'Walker's Bellsprout's as stuck-up as Walker is,' Rose realized. She didn't voice her thought, though, and quickly split her lunch with Chance, who ate appreciatively.
"Bellsprout," Walker's Pokémon said, looking mournfully at Rose and Chance.
Rose pulled off part of her sandwich and held it out to Bellsprout. "Here you go."
"Bell?" Bellsprout said eagerly, reaching out its leaf-arms towards the food.
"No!" Walker shouted.
Both Bellsprout and Rose shied away.
"My Pokémon don't eat junk food," Walker said shortly. He held out a few pellets, and Bellsprout ate them obediently. Walker then started his own lunch, which didn't have a single fruit or vegetable in it.
"Then why are you eating junk food?" Rose objected.
"If I ever have to fight in Pokémon battles, I'll eat better," Walker said drily.
Rose sighed, still annoyed. But then again, if she made Chance eat Pokémon food, maybe she'd be stronger.
"Chansey?" Chance asked.
Rose smiled at the Pokémon; she knew she wouldn't ever be able to say "no" to it.
Once Chance was done eating, it introduced itself to Bellsprout, who seemed pleasant enough. But neither Walker nor Rose could understand what the Pokémon were saying.
After a little while, Bellsprout started to chase Chance, who ran away as quickly as it could. The two of them were fairly evenly matched, given Chance's waddle and Bellsprout's thin vine-legs.
"Chansey chansey chansey!" Chance said gleefully.
"Bell, bell! Bellsprout!" Bellsprout called back.
Walker watched them, an almost puzzled expression on his face.
Rose laughed when Chance tripped and started rolling. It rolled about four times before getting back to its feet and resuming its run from Bellsprout. Chance had actually rolled faster than it could run, so it gained a lot of ground. In a few moments, it had gotten behind Bellsprout and was chasing it!
Rose laughed again, then glanced at her watch, and did a double-take. "Chance! We're late!" she yelled. She picked up the Pokéball from the ground and threw it at Chance. "Chance, return! Hurry!"
The Chansey obeyed.
"What are you worried about?" Walker asked. "We can't be late! I always keep good track of time!"
Rose shoved her wrist into Walker's face.
Walker stared for a moment. "Hadn't counted on taking twenty minutes trying to lug you over that wall." He clasped his hands and held them in front of the wall, making a step. "Well, hurry up," he said, glaring at Rose.
Rose frowned, but was able to get over the wall with Walker's help, and slid off to land safely on the school grounds. Walker quickly followed, with Bellsprout behind. Walker picked up Bellsprout's Pokéball, which Rose had left on the school side of the wall. "Bellsprout, return!"
The plant Pokémon, who had climbed the wall after its master, dissolved into energy and went back into the Pokéball.
"You know Pokémon aren't allowed at school."
Rose and Walker froze, then looked towards the voice. It was Mrs. Krause.
"Hand them over," the teacher said, narrowing her blue eyes at them.
"Hand what over?" Walker said quickly.
"Our science project, she must mean," Rose said awkwardly.
"I know a Pokémon when I see it," Mrs. Krause said, extending her hand. "Give it to me."
Walker finally set the Pokéball into Mrs. Krause's hand.
"Rose?" Mrs. Krause said.
"I don't have anything!" Rose objected.
"She was showing me her Pokémon, and I told it to return so she wouldn't get in trouble."
"Walker!" Rose yelled.
"And then you took her Pokémon away," Walker finished. "So take us to Mr. Duram's office and get it over with."
Mrs. Krause shook her head. "I heard four voices. Rose, give me your backpack."
Rose glanced at Walker, then sullenly obeyed. Mrs. Krause quickly found the other Pokéball.
"Ditching class to play with Pokémon," Mrs. Krause said distastefully. "Come with me. I'm going to write you up."
Rose glanced at Walker. He looked extraordinarily angry, and she hoped the anger was only directed towards Mrs. Krause.
The principal lectured them for twenty minutes, with Chance and Bellsprout's Pokéballs set maddeningly on the desk, where Rose and Walker couldn't touch them. Finally, Mr. Duram said, "Normally I'd suspend students for this. But since it's the end of the school year, and you've always been such good students, I'll just confiscate your Pokémon."
"What?" Walker asked.
"You can't do that!" Rose said.
"I can confiscate any forbidden materials brought to school," Mr. Duram said.
"But Chance is my friend!" Rose objected.
Walker narrowed his eyes. "I'll sue."
Mr. Duram smiled slightly. "You won't win. You can have your Pokémon back at the end of the school year. They'll be fine until then. Now go on to class."
Before Rose and Walker could protest further, the principal pushed them out the door.
Rose and Walker looked at each other, horrified.
"I'm sorry," Rose said quietly.
Walker smirked. "It's just one Pokémon. I've got a hundred at home. Nothing to worry about."
Walker headed to class without another word. Rose sighed, and then went to her own classes.
She and Walker didn't share any classes the rest of the day. Rose figured that was just as well; Walker was probably annoyed at her. If she hadn't come to have lunch with him, neither of them would be in trouble. And Chance would still be in Rose's backpack.
After school was over, Rose went back to Mr. Duram's office to ask him to please give her Chansey back. The principal just reiterated the need for punishment, and sent her away again.
Rose slouched down outside of the school offices. "I'm sorry, Chance," she said softly.
"You'd have to talk louder than that, if you want it to hear you," someone said, startling Rose.
"Walker!"
"What are you doing here?" the young man asked. "You really think Mr. Duram's gonna give your Pokémon back if you just sit around moping?"
"I'm not going to leave Chance!" Rose objected. "Even if I can't get her back."
Walker smirked. "You really are stupid."
"Shut up!" Rose yelled.
Walker smiled. "They won't let you stay here all night."
Rose sighed. "I know." She paused, then smiled. "But maybe I can get Chance back anyway."
"How?" Walker asked.
Rose smirked mischievously. "You in?"
Walker's eyes widened as he understood. "Rose, we could get in a lot of trouble if they caught us breaking into the school."
"So?" Rose asked. "I want my Pokémon back."
Walker frowned, shaking his head.
"You're scared, aren't you?" Rose said, smiling.
"No!" Walker yelled. He looked away.
Rose dropped the smile. "You won't tell anyone?"
"Probably not," Walker said. He looked at Rose for a moment, then left.
Rose looked back at the office. "I'll be back, Chance, I promise," she said, before heading home.