It Followed Me Home!
It was another dreary Monday morning at 6:30, but I was already up and dressed. That was something I have rarely ever been. What could have compelled me, of all people, to wake up so early and be ready ahead of time?
"Go, Erik!"
The answer was my trusty, lime-green Game Boy and my good old Pokemon Silver game, a birthday present from two years ago. I had been shifting through the boxes in our garage during the weekend gone by and came upon a box of old Pokemon things that my dad had thrown in during last year's spring-cleaning. In addition to my big Mew toy, my little BK Mew toy, my Golbat BK plush, and other various Pokemon things, I found my long lost Silver game and Game Boy. But since it was late, I couldn't play it, so I forced myself to wake up early to play. So there I was, sending my Chikorita, Erik, out to replace my Charmeleon, who I was trying to level up.
Onix was defeated! Erik gained 400 Exp.!!
"Yes! No Onix can stand up to a Chikorita!!!"
What? Erik is evolving!!!
"Aaack!! No!! Un-evolve! Un-evolve!" I cried, frantically pressing the B button.
Huh? Erik stopped evolving!!!
"Phew," I sighed, relieved that my Level-49 (at the time) Chikorita didn't evolve. Erik was my very first Silver Pokemon (duh). Call me crazy, but I never wanted him to evolve. He was so precious and cute to me that I liked him just the way he was. Even if he's not a high leveled as my Noctowl, Golem, and Ampharos, he's still my prized Pokemon.
I turned back to my game, ready to send Charmer (my Charmeleon) back out again when my Game Boy was whisked out of my hand. "Hey!" I cried.
"Hanni, I've called you three times!!!" My mother scolded, holding my un-saved game in her hand. "You've missed breakfast and you've missed the bus!!!"
Yelping, I jumped off my bed and ran to the door. "Come on, Mom, to the car! If we hurry, we can still make it on time!"
"Oh no!" My mom growled. "I have to get your brother and sister off to school too. You're going to have to walk!"
Several minutes later, I was on my way to school. [(A/n) My school is too far for me to walk to IRL, but this is fiction. Most of it, anyway. Onward…] Fortunately, it wasn't that cold, but I was frigid in knowing that I was going to be late. I was rarely late, and was trying to set my own record for going the longest time without being late. I hadn't even broken my old record, and already I ruined my new one.
I finally reached school with a stuffy nose and an unexcused late pass. Muttering angrily to myself, I forced my frozen legs to walk down the empty hallway connecting the two school buildings. I was halfway through when I heard a scratching sound. At first, I thought it was my backpack straps shuffling against my jacket, but the scratching was sharper. I turned towards the sound and followed it to a door. Seeing as to how I was already late, I couldn't get into any more trouble, so I shrugged and opened the door.
I was suddenly bowled over by something hitting my waist. It knocked the wind out of my and I fell to the floor. The door slammed shut. Something was attached to my stomach and was nuzzling me affectionately. Raising my head with great effort, I saw a little, light green, pear shaped body with four legs and a tail chirping happily on my stomach. A ring of small, seed-like spheres encircled its neck, and a huge leaf was growing out of its head. And all it said was…
"Ch-Chikorita?!?"
"Chiko!" the thing that could only be a Chikorita chirruped happily. At the moment, only two things came to mind.
One: there was a Chikorita on me.
Two: there was a Chikorita on me at school.
I frantically scanned the hallway. Was someone coming? What if someone saw me with a Chikorita? A Pokemon? The kids at my high school were VERY prejudice of Pokemon. If you liked Pokemon, you were classified as an all time GEEK. Not only would this title last with you forever, but also kids would torture you, mock you, and throw things at you, and everything like that. Those kids that admitted they liked Pokemon, even if they were proud of it, couldn't stand to that torment for long. If you liked Pokemon, it would be best not to make a deal out of it at my school. And much to my horror, I saw a person step right out from behind the corner. With me and the Chikorita in plain sight.
I was VERY lucky. My best friend, Nirejseki, rounded the corner. Fortunately for me, she liked Pokemon too. "Hey, Hanni! What's- HOLY SLYTHERIN!!" She cried when she saw the little green Chikorita in my hands. [(A/n again: Nirejseki doesn't actually go to my school. We don't even live in the same town, but we're still best friends.]
"Shhhhhhh!!!" I hissed, worrying that someone would hear and investigate. I managed to get up off the floor, and the Chikorita curled up in my arms. "Do you want to attract attention?"
"Don't you remember what kids are like here?" Nirejseki whispered. "You know how they are about Poke-"
"Shhh!" I cut her off. "I know, but what am I going to do?"
"Well, where did it come from?" she asked.
"I don't know! I opened that door and it attacked me!"
"Hmmm…" She thought for a while. Nirejseki was always good in getting us out of predicaments. Finally, she spoke. "Well, we could hide it in your locker for now, and after school, I'll go to your house and we'll figure this -" she froze. Footsteps could be heard down the hall. Quickly, Nirejseki grabbed the Chikorita and curled its legs and tail into its body, and then turned it so that its back was facing out. "Don't move," she muttered to it. "Please, don't make any noise either," I whispered, just as a group of girls passed by. Three cheerleader snobs, of course, and one of my friends from my lunch table, Cindy.
"Oh, hi, Hanni! Hi Nirejseki!" Cindy called to us, waving. To my horror, they came over to us.
"Wow, like, what's that?" One of the cheerleaders asked, pointing.
"It's… it's a…" I stuttered.
"Pear," Nirejseki excused. "It's a pear."
"Yeah, it's my lunch."
"It's, like, pretty big for, like, you know, a pear," another cheerleader nagged.
"It's been genetically engineered and grown with special growth hormones," Nirejseki and I said at almost the same time. Chikorita squirmed a little.
"It, like, moved!" The last cheerleader squealed. The other two made funny squeaking noises. "Maybe it's alive!"
"Yeah, that's what growth hormones will do," I replied. It was hard to keep a straight face. Fortunately for me, these cheerleaders weren't too bright. Unfortunately, Cindy was.
"I dunno," she mused. "It looks pretty furry to me."
"Maybe it was a cross-breed of a pear and a peach," Nirejseki said crossly. "Look, we're late for class as it is. So we're going now. Nice talking to you." And she pushed me and my over-sized "pear" away from the group. Once we were out of earshot, we both burst out laughing. The Chikorita unraveled itself and laughed along with us, even though I'm sure it had no idea what was so funny.
"What were you thinking, calling it a pear?" I laughed.
"It was the first thing that came to mind!" Nirejseki choked. "Besides, it does look like a pear when it's like that!"
We giggled for a few more minutes before heading to our lockers, which were parallel to each other. I looked at the Chikorita. "Okay, I don't know where you came from, but I can't leave you out here. You'll be massacred." So I made a little bed out of my jacket at the bottom of my locker and placed the Chikorita there. "You know," I said to Nirejseki, "it looks kinda like my Erik in Silver."
"Really?" she said, looking over my shoulder. "It looks like all Chikoritas to me."
"Well, I'm going to name him Erik anyway," I said, petting the Pokemon on its dark green leaf. "Okay, just stay here and don't destroy anything," I told him. "I'll check on you every few hours. Just sleep, okay?" The Chikorita – Erik – smiled and gave me a reassuring "Chik!" I grinned back and closed my locker. It would be alright in there for now. As long as no one at school found out, the both of us would be safe. I twisted the dial and me and Nirejseki raced to our first period class. After school, everything would be alright.
(A/n) None of the characters, save for me, Nirejseki, and my Pokemon in Silver, are real. Not even the cheerleaders, thank the heavens.