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Stuff delayed me and stuff would. This story belongs to me, so don't steal it. If you want to get in contact with me my email is
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A tall boy named Brock placed a hand over small girls' forehead and pulled it away sharply.
"Jodie, your burning up, Sam, go get the thermometer" he ordered a boy slightly older than. Jodie
"Is she going to be OK?" a female voice inquired.
Brock turned to look at his younger sister, Yasmin.
She was about ten but the still the second eldest in the family.
He knew that she wanted to prove herself more than anything to him. Brock did rely on her, though.
The kid was dependable.
It was a pity she was still so young otherwise he could go out and live a normal life.
He did resent his father that, though he had managed to find one thing he felt he owed his father.
It was because of his father that he learned about his own limits. Anybody his age wouldn't be able to care for a family.
This would only help his dream of becoming the world's greatest Pokemon breeder.
Yasmin couldn't wait to grow up but Brock couldn't leave her with the responsibility that she wanted.
Yasmin wouldn't be able to handle it and at least this way Yasmin got a choice
"Hey Brock! Tell us a story about your school" a boys voice cried out.
A small boy, this little guy was named Manny and another boy named Ben who was taller than he was and who was leading Ellie in by the hand followed him. Ellie and Manny were twins and so they were the same size
"Well, lets see nothing much happened. There's a new student after enrolling."
Jodie bolted up suddenly and threw up on Brock's socks.
Everyone stared down at his feet in shock and Jodie burped and looked up at Brock.
"Sorry, Brockie"
Manny and Ben being little boys stared scrutinising the puke. Ellie looked away, repulsed. It was hard to say what she was more repulsed by, the mess on the ground or her brothers
"Hey Jodie, did you have Cornflakes earlier?" Manny asked.
Jodie clamped her hands to her face and ran past Yasmin who had just walked in and stopped dead in her tracks.
Brock was shaking his foot in disgust.
"Ben, Manny, get Brock a wet cloth for his feet and stop working out what Jodie had for lunch." Yasmin ordered and with that she ran into the bathroom to hold back Ellies' hair.
Without both parents, the kids all had to make up for the loss and they had to help each other in replacement for parents.
"Yup, being me is the best" Brock muttered as he wiped his feet clean and began working on the ground.
Giselle stepped into her home.
A very large home when her Aunt Andrea strode in with the grace of a supermodel and she paused.
"Oh darling you're home. I need help picking out an outfit tonight, you should have seen what bought in the sales today" her Aunt gushed.
She then strode into the lounge and produced about seven different shopping bags.
Giselle was tapping her foot impatiently.
"You know, most Mom's ask they're daughters how they're first day of school" Giselle pointed out.
"Oh Giselle, I'm not your Mommy and I'm not really a Mom at all, I'm a sister with the figure of a goddess and looks to match.
Not to mention impeccable taste in clothes and a proud family, but I'm not a your Mom.
I always thought that you and me would be more like friends"
Giselle rolled her eyes.
Granted her Aunt was attractive, very attractive but she was no goddess.
She was nothing compared to Giselles' real Mom.
Giselle remembered the day her Mom left; she promised Giselle that she would see her again someday.
Her mom had long gleaming chestnut hair that framed a porcelain face. She had beautiful rich brown eyes and she brightest smile.
She had height that only added to her graceful appearance and she had a slim build.
Giselle remembered when she was younger she would just stop and stare as her mother walked into the room and would approach her.
Her mother would then kneel down next to her and stroke Giselles' soft hair and talk to her.
"Your so beautiful sweetie" Andrea told her, awakening Giselle from her reverie.
Giselle looked at her, surprised.
"Everytime I see you I see your mother, she was so beautiful as well and so sweet. You're so like her, and so talented" Andrea continued her own silky grey eyes misting over.
She placed a slender hand to her carefully painted lips and closed her eyes, long dark lashes displaying themselves as tears streamed down her pale cheeks.
"Andrea" Giselle began but Andrea dried her eyes and whipped up a bag.
"No sweetie, look at what I picked up for you" she continued as she whipped something silk out of one of the bags, the light bounced off its soft silky texture giving it a soft glow.
Giselle ran her hand over the material,
"And this" Andrea continued as she loaded up Giselle with shopping bags.
"But Andrea I wanted to" she protested but with a quick hand gesture, Andrea had departed.
Giselle stamped her foot in annoyance.
"Now, now baby. You know there are better ways to get what you want" a male voice told her.
Giselle dropped her bags and ran to her Father.
"Hello, pumpkin" the tall man said, smiling down at her.
"Daddy I missed you, Andrea has been..."
"Pumpkin have you been training your Pokemon like I asked you to?" her father interrupted.
"Of course Daddy" she replied indignantly and then turned to the stairs.
" Cubone, come here" she called out.
A small but healthy Cubone appeared at the top the stairs.
"Come down here, Cubone"
Cubone jumped up in the air and hurled his bone towards them; Giselle laughed and leapt up to catch it.
Cubone climbed up on top on the banisters and slid down the railings down the stairs, flying into the air at the end of them.
Giselle ran forward and was nearly knocked over with the force that the Cubone had creating landing in her arms.
"Daddy, did you..."
"That's fantastic Pumpkin, you've really got a knack of handling those Pokemon of yours" he said, not even looking up from some forms he held.
He walked into his office and Giselles' heart dropped as she heard the familiar click of the door.
She ran outside and scrambled towards a small pond when a lone figure sat.
The person was gazing at the moonlight reflecting off the still water.
"Hi there" Giselle began.
The figure looked up at her.
"Hi Giselle, how are you?" the young boy asked.
Giselle sat herself down next to Joe, her best friend in the whole world.
She was a year or two older than him they were just good friends almost like brother and sister,
"Joe I hate this"?
"Hate what?"
Joe listened intently as Giselle poured her heart out to him, going over every problem in her life.
Giselle looked at him sadly.
"Its awful, Joe" she murmured.
"It'll be ok, Giselle
"I hope so, Joe"
The next day.
Delia Ketchum was gazing into the garden early that morning; her flower garden was the pride and joys of her life that and her son.
Her son who happened to be charging out the door shoving some toast in his mouth and swallowing the contents of the milk carton in one gulp.
"Bye Mom, I gotta rush or else I'll be late" he yelled out as he tore past her.
"Ash Ketchum!" she barked.
Ash froze in his footsteps and looked at his mother fearfully.
It dawned on him then.
"Sorry Mom" he said, jumping over the sofa and kissing his mom on the cheek.
He then raced out the door.
Delia sighed, smiling as she watched her son tear out the door.
"Kids" she murmured.
Tracey Sketchit took another look around his room frantically tearing tearring clothes from everywhere that it had been scattered.
"Man, if I don't find that sketch pad I'll..." he muttered to himself as he continued on his rampage through the neat room.
Tracey was a neat, orderly person but right about now; he could be mistaken for a Primeape.
"Hey, as fun as this was, I feel I should put you out of your misery" a taunting voice observed.
Tracey whirled around to see a girl a small bit shorter than him leaning against the doorframe of his frame.
She was dangling the infamous sketchbook by the corner, very loosely gripped between her thumb and index finger.
Tracey leapt over the piles of clothes that had formed on the floor in his room and dived for the sketchbook, which the girl promptly snatched away just as he was about to grab it.
Tracey glared up at her from the spot on the carpet where he had landed in a crumpled heap.
"What? No thank you?" she asked snidely.
"Why don't you go torture some other innocent soul?" he asked as he grabbed the sketchpad off her.
"Believe me, I would but I need your very limited expertise to get me to school" she shot back rolling her eyes.
Tracey sighed and grabbed his bag.
"Oh all right, just could you try not being annoying as possible?" he asked as he headed out the door and down the stairs.
The girl grabbed her hat and placed it carefully on her head, checked her reflection in the full-length mirror and slung her bag over her shoulder.
"Lead on, butt munch" she called as she followed him.
"Bye kids have a good day" Tracey's dad called out to them as he left.
The girl looked at him and left with a
"Um yeah, whatever"
Adam Sketchit sighed as he watched them both head off for school.
"This is going to be harder than any of us thought" he muttered.
Misty yawned and stretched her arms above her head, causing the dark blue material of her tight tee shirt to shift around upper body and reveal a lot of her stomach.
She held her hands in the air for a moment, stretching as much as she could, unaware of the attention she was attracting from the opposite sex.
She was also unaware of the position her stretch was putting her in, her top was being suspended above her waist by her out stretched arms and she was pushing her chest out to get a maximum stretch.
Richie paused when he noticed Misty doing this and jumped.
"Hey Misty, right?" a guy's voice asked and somehow three or four guys had found their way over to Misty and Richie.
Richie instinctively jumped in front of Misty who blinked in surprise completely unaware of the pose she had been unwittingly made a few moments earlier.
"C'mon Misty, lets go" Richie said and began propelling Misty away from the disappointed guys.
"What's up with you?" she demanded when Richie had felt they had led her far enough from the hungry eyes that were eating up every ounce of flesh Misty showed.
Richie gave her an annoyed look and sighed.
Sometimes Misty could be completely blind to the effect she had on guys and then other times she used it to her advantage, most of the time she thought that guys just wanted to be friends.
Sometimes she really saw the world through the eyes of a child.
"Couldn't save those kind of stretches for your home, I'm sure your sisters wouldn't think anything of them" he asked almost accusingly.
"Hey guys" a voice called.
Ash was running towards them full speed.
Misty's eyes filled with alarm when it looked like Ash wouldn't stop. She held her arms up to her face in a defensive stance and she let out a scream.
When she opened her eyes and pulled away her hands, she Ash was smirking.
"You could have hurt us," she cried.
"Relax, I knew exactly what I was doing" he said in a confident voice.
Misty snorted as she walked ahead of the two boys.
"You NEVER know what you're doing" she stated in a matter of factly voice.
Ash ran up to catch up with her and so that he could continue the argument.
Richie shook his head and watched them with a smile of an amused parent but ran after them.
Giselle walked into the school outwardly happy, charming and her usual self, inside bubbling over with rage.
She was so sick of her Aunt Andrea treating her like a doll or a pet. When she didn't want to deal with Giselle, she completely ignored Giselle but then sometimes she got motherly urges and had to something with her.
It was becoming impossible to keep up and quite frankly, Giselle didn't want to.
It was then that Giselle had decided that she needed an after school activity.
She leaned against the wall, the door to her class was locked and her teacher was late.
A few other students had also showed up and were waiting, talking to each other and then gasped when they saw Giselle and instantly talked to her and soon her usual crowd surrounded Giselle.
Brock, Richie and Misty were walking down the halls, chatting and joking, Ash had disappeared off somewhere with very little excuse even after Misty raised an eyebrow at him and gave him 'that look'.
Ash never could withstand 'the look' but today he managed it and left. Misty had been upset by that and had tried to glare Brock into submission over nothing.
Richie stepped into intervene when Brock was about to crumble and since then they had carried on their usual conversations: aimless, entertaining, sometimes confusing, most of the time confusing, funny, and even sometimes contradicting.
And this was the normal type of conversation; sometimes their conversations appeared from out of the blue.
Suddenly they all paused.
Misty raised her hand to her mouth in disbelief; Richie scratched the back of his head and Brocks' jaw dropped.
The three of them stood there shocked at what they had seen.
"You look great" Misty said when the shock wore off.
Duplica stood in front of them wearing a figure hugging red Chinese silk dress.
Two long slits ran up the side of the dress and her long green hair fell loosely and framed her face.
The effect was only slightly ruined by the white runners.
"Wow that's tight," Brock said looking at the dress.
"So which Barbie doll did you that take off?" Richie asked causing both guys to burst out laughing.
Duplica frowned at them and Misty slapped them both.
"You're just jealous" Duplica snapped as she folded her arms.
"Yeah you guys couldn't pull off wearing that dress" Misty told them with a smirk.
"Actually I'm envious of her legs" Brock admitted.
"Its ok, man. I want legs like that too" Richie said then sniffed and both guys wailed and hugged each other while jokingly crying.
Misty laughed but stopped abruptly when she saw the evil look Duplica gave her.
"
So are you trying to impress?" she asked.
Duplica blushed and looked away.
Suddenly her brown eyes went wide as she saw Snap making his way down the hall.
A couple other guys were walking down so when Misty followed her gaze, she couldn't tell which one had the usually outgoing, confident Duplica hiding behind Misty.
"You did NOT break out the big guns to hide behind me" Misty snapped as she grabbed Duplica's arm and flung her out in front of her.
"Whoa, um hi Duplica" Snap said, shocked by her outfit and it was obvious he was impressed.
"Hi Snap" Duplica said, her voice slightly quavering.
Misty raised an eyebrow at this but dismissed it quickly.
The bell rang and soon students began to scatter to the four corners of the school.
Snap froze when he saw Misty for the first time that day.
A pair of baggy pants hung loosely on her hips and her short blue top hugged her figure.
Over the blue tee shirt she was wearing an even shorter white vest top.
"Hey guys" Brock said approaching them.
Everyone turned around to face him and smiled and said their greetings.
"Have you guys seen Ash?" Misty asked, looking around for her misplaced friend.
"He'll show up, how can he resist?" Richie asked, with a smirk.
Misty shot him a glare and headed off towards her class
"Ladies can be temperamental" Brock remarked.
Duplica then glared at Brock and walked away.
"Ohhh nicely done" Richie mocked as the three guys headed towards their class.
To be continued.
Ok I hope you liked it, in my opinion, it'll get better.
Please read and review.
I know nothing happened in this chapter but I am building up to something. You just have to have faith in me.
Lots of love
Nibbs
Stuff delayed me and stuff would. This story belongs to me, so don't steal it. If you want to get in contact with me my email is
Doddlebabe@Hotmail.com
Please read and review and I hope you enjoy it.
A tall boy named Brock placed a hand over small girls' forehead and pulled it away sharply.
"Jodie, your burning up, Sam, go get the thermometer" he ordered a boy slightly older than. Jodie
"Is she going to be OK?" a female voice inquired.
Brock turned to look at his younger sister, Yasmin.
She was about ten but the still the second eldest in the family.
He knew that she wanted to prove herself more than anything to him. Brock did rely on her, though.
The kid was dependable.
It was a pity she was still so young otherwise he could go out and live a normal life.
He did resent his father that, though he had managed to find one thing he felt he owed his father.
It was because of his father that he learned about his own limits. Anybody his age wouldn't be able to care for a family.
This would only help his dream of becoming the world's greatest Pokemon breeder.
Yasmin couldn't wait to grow up but Brock couldn't leave her with the responsibility that she wanted.
Yasmin wouldn't be able to handle it and at least this way Yasmin got a choice
"Hey Brock! Tell us a story about your school" a boys voice cried out.
A small boy, this little guy was named Manny and another boy named Ben who was taller than he was and who was leading Ellie in by the hand followed him. Ellie and Manny were twins and so they were the same size
"Well, lets see nothing much happened. There's a new student after enrolling."
Jodie bolted up suddenly and threw up on Brock's socks.
Everyone stared down at his feet in shock and Jodie burped and looked up at Brock.
"Sorry, Brockie"
Manny and Ben being little boys stared scrutinising the puke. Ellie looked away, repulsed. It was hard to say what she was more repulsed by, the mess on the ground or her brothers
"Hey Jodie, did you have Cornflakes earlier?" Manny asked.
Jodie clamped her hands to her face and ran past Yasmin who had just walked in and stopped dead in her tracks.
Brock was shaking his foot in disgust.
"Ben, Manny, get Brock a wet cloth for his feet and stop working out what Jodie had for lunch." Yasmin ordered and with that she ran into the bathroom to hold back Ellies' hair.
Without both parents, the kids all had to make up for the loss and they had to help each other in replacement for parents.
"Yup, being me is the best" Brock muttered as he wiped his feet clean and began working on the ground.
Giselle stepped into her home.
A very large home when her Aunt Andrea strode in with the grace of a supermodel and she paused.
"Oh darling you're home. I need help picking out an outfit tonight, you should have seen what bought in the sales today" her Aunt gushed.
She then strode into the lounge and produced about seven different shopping bags.
Giselle was tapping her foot impatiently.
"You know, most Mom's ask they're daughters how they're first day of school" Giselle pointed out.
"Oh Giselle, I'm not your Mommy and I'm not really a Mom at all, I'm a sister with the figure of a goddess and looks to match.
Not to mention impeccable taste in clothes and a proud family, but I'm not a your Mom.
I always thought that you and me would be more like friends"
Giselle rolled her eyes.
Granted her Aunt was attractive, very attractive but she was no goddess.
She was nothing compared to Giselles' real Mom.
Giselle remembered the day her Mom left; she promised Giselle that she would see her again someday.
Her mom had long gleaming chestnut hair that framed a porcelain face. She had beautiful rich brown eyes and she brightest smile.
She had height that only added to her graceful appearance and she had a slim build.
Giselle remembered when she was younger she would just stop and stare as her mother walked into the room and would approach her.
Her mother would then kneel down next to her and stroke Giselles' soft hair and talk to her.
"Your so beautiful sweetie" Andrea told her, awakening Giselle from her reverie.
Giselle looked at her, surprised.
"Everytime I see you I see your mother, she was so beautiful as well and so sweet. You're so like her, and so talented" Andrea continued her own silky grey eyes misting over.
She placed a slender hand to her carefully painted lips and closed her eyes, long dark lashes displaying themselves as tears streamed down her pale cheeks.
"Andrea" Giselle began but Andrea dried her eyes and whipped up a bag.
"No sweetie, look at what I picked up for you" she continued as she whipped something silk out of one of the bags, the light bounced off its soft silky texture giving it a soft glow.
Giselle ran her hand over the material,
"And this" Andrea continued as she loaded up Giselle with shopping bags.
"But Andrea I wanted to" she protested but with a quick hand gesture, Andrea had departed.
Giselle stamped her foot in annoyance.
"Now, now baby. You know there are better ways to get what you want" a male voice told her.
Giselle dropped her bags and ran to her Father.
"Hello, pumpkin" the tall man said, smiling down at her.
"Daddy I missed you, Andrea has been..."
"Pumpkin have you been training your Pokemon like I asked you to?" her father interrupted.
"Of course Daddy" she replied indignantly and then turned to the stairs.
" Cubone, come here" she called out.
A small but healthy Cubone appeared at the top the stairs.
"Come down here, Cubone"
Cubone jumped up in the air and hurled his bone towards them; Giselle laughed and leapt up to catch it.
Cubone climbed up on top on the banisters and slid down the railings down the stairs, flying into the air at the end of them.
Giselle ran forward and was nearly knocked over with the force that the Cubone had creating landing in her arms.
"Daddy, did you..."
"That's fantastic Pumpkin, you've really got a knack of handling those Pokemon of yours" he said, not even looking up from some forms he held.
He walked into his office and Giselles' heart dropped as she heard the familiar click of the door.
She ran outside and scrambled towards a small pond when a lone figure sat.
The person was gazing at the moonlight reflecting off the still water.
"Hi there" Giselle began.
The figure looked up at her.
"Hi Giselle, how are you?" the young boy asked.
Giselle sat herself down next to Joe, her best friend in the whole world.
She was a year or two older than him they were just good friends almost like brother and sister,
"Joe I hate this"?
"Hate what?"
Joe listened intently as Giselle poured her heart out to him, going over every problem in her life.
Giselle looked at him sadly.
"Its awful, Joe" she murmured.
"It'll be ok, Giselle
"I hope so, Joe"
The next day.
Delia Ketchum was gazing into the garden early that morning; her flower garden was the pride and joys of her life that and her son.
Her son who happened to be charging out the door shoving some toast in his mouth and swallowing the contents of the milk carton in one gulp.
"Bye Mom, I gotta rush or else I'll be late" he yelled out as he tore past her.
"Ash Ketchum!" she barked.
Ash froze in his footsteps and looked at his mother fearfully.
It dawned on him then.
"Sorry Mom" he said, jumping over the sofa and kissing his mom on the cheek.
He then raced out the door.
Delia sighed, smiling as she watched her son tear out the door.
"Kids" she murmured.
Tracey Sketchit took another look around his room frantically tearing tearring clothes from everywhere that it had been scattered.
"Man, if I don't find that sketch pad I'll..." he muttered to himself as he continued on his rampage through the neat room.
Tracey was a neat, orderly person but right about now; he could be mistaken for a Primeape.
"Hey, as fun as this was, I feel I should put you out of your misery" a taunting voice observed.
Tracey whirled around to see a girl a small bit shorter than him leaning against the doorframe of his frame.
She was dangling the infamous sketchbook by the corner, very loosely gripped between her thumb and index finger.
Tracey leapt over the piles of clothes that had formed on the floor in his room and dived for the sketchbook, which the girl promptly snatched away just as he was about to grab it.
Tracey glared up at her from the spot on the carpet where he had landed in a crumpled heap.
"What? No thank you?" she asked snidely.
"Why don't you go torture some other innocent soul?" he asked as he grabbed the sketchpad off her.
"Believe me, I would but I need your very limited expertise to get me to school" she shot back rolling her eyes.
Tracey sighed and grabbed his bag.
"Oh all right, just could you try not being annoying as possible?" he asked as he headed out the door and down the stairs.
The girl grabbed her hat and placed it carefully on her head, checked her reflection in the full-length mirror and slung her bag over her shoulder.
"Lead on, butt munch" she called as she followed him.
"Bye kids have a good day" Tracey's dad called out to them as he left.
The girl looked at him and left with a
"Um yeah, whatever"
Adam Sketchit sighed as he watched them both head off for school.
"This is going to be harder than any of us thought" he muttered.
Misty yawned and stretched her arms above her head, causing the dark blue material of her tight tee shirt to shift around upper body and reveal a lot of her stomach.
She held her hands in the air for a moment, stretching as much as she could, unaware of the attention she was attracting from the opposite sex.
She was also unaware of the position her stretch was putting her in, her top was being suspended above her waist by her out stretched arms and she was pushing her chest out to get a maximum stretch.
Richie paused when he noticed Misty doing this and jumped.
"Hey Misty, right?" a guy's voice asked and somehow three or four guys had found their way over to Misty and Richie.
Richie instinctively jumped in front of Misty who blinked in surprise completely unaware of the pose she had been unwittingly made a few moments earlier.
"C'mon Misty, lets go" Richie said and began propelling Misty away from the disappointed guys.
"What's up with you?" she demanded when Richie had felt they had led her far enough from the hungry eyes that were eating up every ounce of flesh Misty showed.
Richie gave her an annoyed look and sighed.
Sometimes Misty could be completely blind to the effect she had on guys and then other times she used it to her advantage, most of the time she thought that guys just wanted to be friends.
Sometimes she really saw the world through the eyes of a child.
"Couldn't save those kind of stretches for your home, I'm sure your sisters wouldn't think anything of them" he asked almost accusingly.
"Hey guys" a voice called.
Ash was running towards them full speed.
Misty's eyes filled with alarm when it looked like Ash wouldn't stop. She held her arms up to her face in a defensive stance and she let out a scream.
When she opened her eyes and pulled away her hands, she Ash was smirking.
"You could have hurt us," she cried.
"Relax, I knew exactly what I was doing" he said in a confident voice.
Misty snorted as she walked ahead of the two boys.
"You NEVER know what you're doing" she stated in a matter of factly voice.
Ash ran up to catch up with her and so that he could continue the argument.
Richie shook his head and watched them with a smile of an amused parent but ran after them.
Giselle walked into the school outwardly happy, charming and her usual self, inside bubbling over with rage.
She was so sick of her Aunt Andrea treating her like a doll or a pet. When she didn't want to deal with Giselle, she completely ignored Giselle but then sometimes she got motherly urges and had to something with her.
It was becoming impossible to keep up and quite frankly, Giselle didn't want to.
It was then that Giselle had decided that she needed an after school activity.
She leaned against the wall, the door to her class was locked and her teacher was late.
A few other students had also showed up and were waiting, talking to each other and then gasped when they saw Giselle and instantly talked to her and soon her usual crowd surrounded Giselle.
Brock, Richie and Misty were walking down the halls, chatting and joking, Ash had disappeared off somewhere with very little excuse even after Misty raised an eyebrow at him and gave him 'that look'.
Ash never could withstand 'the look' but today he managed it and left. Misty had been upset by that and had tried to glare Brock into submission over nothing.
Richie stepped into intervene when Brock was about to crumble and since then they had carried on their usual conversations: aimless, entertaining, sometimes confusing, most of the time confusing, funny, and even sometimes contradicting.
And this was the normal type of conversation; sometimes their conversations appeared from out of the blue.
Suddenly they all paused.
Misty raised her hand to her mouth in disbelief; Richie scratched the back of his head and Brocks' jaw dropped.
The three of them stood there shocked at what they had seen.
"You look great" Misty said when the shock wore off.
Duplica stood in front of them wearing a figure hugging red Chinese silk dress.
Two long slits ran up the side of the dress and her long green hair fell loosely and framed her face.
The effect was only slightly ruined by the white runners.
"Wow that's tight," Brock said looking at the dress.
"So which Barbie doll did you that take off?" Richie asked causing both guys to burst out laughing.
Duplica frowned at them and Misty slapped them both.
"You're just jealous" Duplica snapped as she folded her arms.
"Yeah you guys couldn't pull off wearing that dress" Misty told them with a smirk.
"Actually I'm envious of her legs" Brock admitted.
"Its ok, man. I want legs like that too" Richie said then sniffed and both guys wailed and hugged each other while jokingly crying.
Misty laughed but stopped abruptly when she saw the evil look Duplica gave her.
"
So are you trying to impress?" she asked.
Duplica blushed and looked away.
Suddenly her brown eyes went wide as she saw Snap making his way down the hall.
A couple other guys were walking down so when Misty followed her gaze, she couldn't tell which one had the usually outgoing, confident Duplica hiding behind Misty.
"You did NOT break out the big guns to hide behind me" Misty snapped as she grabbed Duplica's arm and flung her out in front of her.
"Whoa, um hi Duplica" Snap said, shocked by her outfit and it was obvious he was impressed.
"Hi Snap" Duplica said, her voice slightly quavering.
Misty raised an eyebrow at this but dismissed it quickly.
The bell rang and soon students began to scatter to the four corners of the school.
Snap froze when he saw Misty for the first time that day.
A pair of baggy pants hung loosely on her hips and her short blue top hugged her figure.
Over the blue tee shirt she was wearing an even shorter white vest top.
"Hey guys" Brock said approaching them.
Everyone turned around to face him and smiled and said their greetings.
"Have you guys seen Ash?" Misty asked, looking around for her misplaced friend.
"He'll show up, how can he resist?" Richie asked, with a smirk.
Misty shot him a glare and headed off towards her class
"Ladies can be temperamental" Brock remarked.
Duplica then glared at Brock and walked away.
"Ohhh nicely done" Richie mocked as the three guys headed towards their class.
To be continued.
Ok I hope you liked it, in my opinion, it'll get better.
Please read and review.
I know nothing happened in this chapter but I am building up to something. You just have to have faith in me.
Lots of love
Nibbs