Sixth Grade

A/N: This is from Misty's POV. In this chapter, Misty is talking about her sixth grade life, well some parts of it. The beginning talks about her summer and then ends up talking about her year in sixth grade. It starts out boring, it might end boring, but at least it's something to write.

Disclaimer: I'm not the owner of Pokemon.

I never actually thought I'd move away from Cerulean, it never occurred to me that my dad would lose his job. When sixth grade started, it wasn't all that bad, there was a guy named Ash Ketchum sitting across from me, he wasn't annoying until about a month later. We kicked each others feet then, it was funny sort of but then it became war. Then he had to change seats with someone later on in the year. After Winter Vacation, I started to have dreams about him, and I knew they were dreams meaning that I liked him but I always hid them away, it was the strangest person I would ever have a crush on. To help myself, I pretended to like my old crush, Richie. He was a funny guy but shorter than me, I liked him anyway. We finally graduated from Shelyn Elementary and started going to Alvarado Intermediate for summer school.

In the middle of it, I discovered we were going to move but my dad wanted me to finish middle school anyway. I told my friends and they weren't too happy about it, actually in truth, they didn't seem to care. I invited as many as I could to my house for my own little going away party and only three came. On the day I was suppose to move, my best friend told me that Ash instant messaged her that day and asked when I was going to move, she asks why, and he says that he's my friend. I didn't really think of him as a friend but he has been nice to me lately on the internet since I told him I was moving. My friend has always been saying that he's the one whom my heart really loves, not Richie. I always smiled and giggled saying no because it's a sort of habit to do that.

Richie was a cute kid and kinda short, but he was almost my height so that was ok. The only other problem, he's ten months younger than me. I'm pretty old for my grade so what can you do about it? He's the one that got me started on cussing, I never thought that I would. It was one day after school in fifth grade, I always stayed after school with him until he left just to hurt him bad. I always seemed to beat up the guys I liked. My sisters have always been trying to get me to be his girlfriend, but I was always shy, and it's not the kinda thing I would do. Then sixth grade came, and in about March, people started asking me if I liked Ash over and over again and I kept saying no because I didn't want to get embarrassed, and I honestly didn't know.

In Outdoor Science School, I had a lot of fun. I was disappointed to discover that Richie wasn't in my naturalist group when hiking. I was more disappointed to find out Ash and his friends were in mine. I was most disappointed to find out that I wasn't in Richie's dancing group for that one night we were going to learn how to dance. Instead on that night, my group went to look for bats fly in the sky. It was really scary because we had to walk by ourselves for a short distance until we saw our naturalist. I was first to go because I was in the front of the line. When I sat by my naturalist in the end of the walk, I accidentally put my hand on a plant with little poky things, it stuck in my hand and was hard to get out. When the last person came, we headed back for the cabins and listened to some stories told by Amy, our special person who helped out with something I never figured out, she was just there to sing us songs good night.

The next night was awesome! The dancing was really fun. The only disappointment was that I had to dance with Ash. It wasn't even a big disappointment either, the only worst part was that we had to hold hands for about three minutes. Then we had to switch partners and do the same thing. The next thing we did was the chicken dance and hokey pokey, it wasn't bad. Then was the bunny hop dance, I was behind my friend and then we did some disco. Last was the thing where you go under the stick without touching it. Then next day, we went to the waterfall. I was afraid of heights so from the beginning Ash has been teasing me. Then we went to the highest part where I took extremely long time, I slipped once and Ash asked if I was ok but I didn't answer. Even tough I didn't answer, it told me that Ash wasn't a bad guy.

When we got to the waterfall, I got soaked. I didn't exactly dunk my entire in the waterfall, just my head, but I ended up wet before that. Ash pushed so I almost fell into the water, I pushed him so he had to step in the water, then he used his friend's little bottle and dunked a whole bunch of water on me. I was screaming and laughing at the same time. I couldn't believe he did that so I started to splash him with my hands since I had no bottle to fill water with. When we were walking back, I offered to carry about five backpacks and we were passing Richie's group when he called me a human backpack. I laughed a little but not as much as the waterfall incident.

It was Friday, the time to go home. I sat by my friend and we started annoying everyone else (especially Ash) on the bus by singing songs we learned from Outdoor Science School. We sang SCAT, Black Oak Black Oak, and we tried to sing On The Loose but couldn't remember it. I started to get sleepy and that's when Ash started singing Wild Thing. I was telling him SHUTUP! But he wouldn't, he said that me and my friend started it and it got him into it. I kept telling him to shutup and finally gave up and went to sleep. I'm not sure but I think he stopped when he saw that I was sleeping. I wasn't really sleeping but closing my eyes.

Time passed and the end of the school year came. On Monday, we got our yearbooks and I got some people to sign but my friend got over half of the signatures for me. Someone even put Misty is a Richie lover, I got mad and made him cross it out but not that well. When Ash asked me to sign his yearbook, I was surprised cause I thought we hated each other and we weren't going to sign but who cared. I asked him to sign mine after I signed his, and then when I looked at it, he drew a PIG! I wasn't exactly mad but I hit him anyway just for my horrible reputation. I laughed at the funny pig, it wasn't even an ugly one. He's always been good at drawing things, he always called me a pig! Even in front of the teacher once.

Now when I remind him of that over the internet, he says I'm sorry. Well anyway, I graduated from sixth grade wearing one of those paper hats that look like you're about to graduate college. My class threw it into the air as soon as the bell rang and mine landed in someone's seat. I picked it up and went home that day not knowing what kind of summer was lying ahead, not to mention what kind of new life. My name is Misty Waterflower, this is my story…