Hey there again! I actually don't think this is a very good chapter but I am proud that other couples got a mention in this one.
And I'm happy that I got it reasonably fast well for me, I did.
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Chapter 10
"I didn't audition!"
Mr. Crefell turned around, only slightly surprised by the dangerous expression of the short tempered red head who was standing right behind him near the theatre entrance.
He was looking at the notice board near the doors of it when he heard a shrill voice cry that out.
Maybe he should have been more surprised given that no student was generally allowed to take that sort of tone with any figure of authority and much as he liked to see her in all her fiery glory, he couldn't allow her to rage against him.
"Must I remind you that no student is allowed to be so forthcoming with their dislike or anger towards a teacher"
Just because he had to stop her rampage, it didn't mean he couldn't have some fun and rile her up more.
"I didn't audition" she repeated, apparently ignoring his responce.
"Well as it stands I have a whole theatre of young philanthropist's of the arts who might disagree"
"You backed me into a corner!"
"Which you fought your way out of very nicely indeed."
"And what if I refuse to show up for rehearsals and if by some fluke that I do, I make things so unbearably hard for everyone there you'll have no choice BUT to get rid of me" Misty asked, with a sly grin as she folded her arms across her chest and drummed her fingers along the hook of her elbow.
"Then I'll be forced to inform the principal that you're not cooperating which will mean that you'll be dealing with him, who's probably angry enough that after the trouble you caused. It has greatly upset him that he was only able to get you into an after school activity. You know, he told me to make sure that you pulled your own weight and then some after the incident."
Misty's smirk faded and she looked at him helplessly.
"You know ?"
"Of course I know! You surely don't think that I wouldn't want to dig up some info on why the principal is insisting that some student who's on the verge of being a major trouble causer be in on this play. I also know that you will be in the dog house at home given your sisters insistence that you be in this play.
Hate to tell you this red, but this time you're really backed into a corner"
"But why did you have to put me in the play?"
"Listen let's take a moment to calm down, maybe have a cup of chamomile tea. Hmm do I have any chamomile tea?"
"I doubt it, you didn't get me to write it down on my notes"
"Well, young lady, I shall be seeing you later.
My, you're a tough nut to crack but I know I shall suceed"
With that he walked away, chuckling.
Misty stood rooted to the spot, anger radiating from her small frame.
"You do NOT want to mention "cracking nuts" while I'm in this mood"
*******
Snap was making a beeline for the dark room.
It was almost lunch and he planned to spend it in there developing some photos.
He had taken quite a few of his friends.
Thinking about how quickly he had found friends, and especially friends like his, it brought a smile to his face which served to quicken his pace.
"Snap!" a voice cried out and he paused and looked around, surprised to hear of anyone looking for him.
Duplica approached him and gave a small little wave.
"Where are you headed? I was calling you .
People give you funny looks if they see you running down the hall yelling out snap but I guess you didn't hear me?" Duplica explained unable to hide the hopefullness in her voice.
Hope that he wasn't just ignoring her.
"Sorry Plica, I was away in my own little world" Snap confessed without thinking.
Duplica nodded happily when a thought struck her {He called me Plica} and for some reason, even though the others had called it more than once, it gave her butterflies in her stomach when he said it.
"I was gonna go work on some photographs during lunch" he continued when he reached his destination.
"Cool, can I come?" she asked smiling brightly but inwardly groaning at the thought of being stuck in a small dark room for 45 minutes.
"Sure but I can't guarantee you'll find it any bit interesting. Well except for the butt shots. Ash got a hold of my camera and him and Richie ...they pulled a couple of moonies on film. Just so their butts could be remembered through the ages"
Duplica froze, wearing a disgusted expression.
Why couldn't he refrain from those sorts of stories. Those were guy stories you shared with guys. Not girls who you think as a potential girlfriend.
He would never have told Misty that story because he would have been afraid that it might ruin his chances with her.
Sometimes she wished he could get all tongue tied and redfaced around her instead of Misty, at least then she'd know he liked her in that way.
But nooooo, he had to be able to talk to her like she was his best friend and he was so capable to telling her everything.
Guys just don't make sense.
Richie sighed as he stepped into the darkroom wishing that he could be able to talk to Misty as easily as he could with Duplica, then all his problems would be solved.
He continued thinking about this as he closed the door after Duplica but was jolted out of the reverie by her sudden shriek.
He had caught her hair in the door.
While scrambling to open the door again, he had managed to get out more apologies than Duplica could ever understand in a minute.
She was trying to pull her hair forewards when he opened the door which in turn sent Duplica stumbling forewards.
Snap managed to catch her in time and noticed something surprising when he looked down at her to see if she was okay.
She had let her hair down that day and with the sudden motion it had all gone flying foreward and now it rested around her face and over her shoulders, framing her face.
She was laughing and her face was lit up with joy and humour.
Her eyes seemed brighter and he could have sworn he saw them twinkle. Her nose crinkled in an adorable way and her lips formed a beautiful smile.
She paused momentarily to look at him and without realizing he had said while she stood up.
"You're really pretty when you laugh"
Duplica blushed and was glad for the darkness.
Maybe today she would tell him and they could get together...and look at some photo's of Misty that he had taken and was gazing at intently.
If he were to see her expression, he would have seen one very annoyed girl.
*******
"I'm just saying that maybe if you weren't such a loser, I wouldn't have a problem talking to you around people, I could come home with you on time and then your Dad wouldn't keep busting my butt for staying out late" Melody remarked,leaning against the row of lockers.
Tracey turned to look at her in disbelief.
"You've got to be joking, your actually blaming me because you keep staying out past curfew. I suppose it's my fault that your Mom sent you here as well"
"Well now that you mention it, if you weren't such a model student and if you didn't obey your dad so much, my Mom never would have sent me to this...whaetever it is that you call this place"
Melody brushed a non existant piece of lint of her tight white vest top under an open blue short sleeved shirt and she flicked her waves of hazel hair, held back by a bandana, over her shoulder.
"Melody, did it ever occur to take a stroll in the real world?" Tracey demanded.
Melody gave a small wave at Giselle when she saw her passing and began to walk away but paused to look over her shoulder at him.
"Yeah I would, but then I'd have to converse with people such as yourself.
I'm just saying, you could try laying off the selfishness, I mean the world doesn't revolve around you and you alone"
And with that she walked away, swinging her hips {and given her short pale pink denim skirt} she was attracting quite a lot of male attention as she walked away with Giselle.
"And the award for the most ironic statement goes to....girl in the teeny tiny barbie outfit" a voice remarked.
"Hey that's my cousin you're talking about....good call" Tracey said and nearly slammed his locker on his fingers when he saw who was standing in Melody's place.
Lisa smiled at him affectionately.
Tracey stared at her taking in every detail about her, her sleeveless hooded top that while it wasn't tightly fitting, it showed off her figure modestly, her cargo pants that illustrated her long legs, the long gleaming navy locks which were held back slightly, letting it fall freely down her back but keeping it away from her sweet face and her warm brown eyes which were fixed on him.
"You know, I don't know where she gets off, treating you like that" she continued, casting a dirty look towards the disappearing form of Melody.
"Its the way Mel is" Tracey shrugged casually then looked down at the notepad in her hands.
"What's this?" he asked, gesturing to the notebook.
"Oh here" she said handing it him and their hands accidentedly touched causing her to inspect Tracey.
He looked so cute in an oversized jumper and an old pair of shorts that hung by this knees.
He was only a little taller that her which was something she was grateful for so she could look up at him.
While he studied the notebook she had a strange urge to brush his dark brown black hair but she settled for something different.
"These are really good" he complimented studying the costume designs.
When he looked at her he saw she studying him with a devious glint and before he knew it, she had yanked off the red headband he always wore off and had taken off sprinting down the hall with him in hot pursuit.
*****
Melody was gossiping with Giselle when they pased Richie who she recognised as one of Tracey's friends.
"Loser" she said loudly enough for him to hear as he walked past and she made it sound so casual.
"Airhead" he shot back just as fast and just as casually.
The brief exchange made them both pause and look over the shoulder at the other one.
"Cute butt" they both remarked as he looked at one another and then continued on thier ways.
Richie approached the gang, they were in their usual spot, under the shade of a tree somewhat secluded from everywhere else.
Ash was reading a comic and looked like he was deeply pondering the events that had taken place in it.
Brock was drooling at the school paper which had a picture of Giselle in it and Misty was pacing back and forth rambling.
"Hey where's everyone else?" Richie asked as he took a seat between Brock and Ash.
"I think Duplica's with Snap and if I'm right they should both be in the dark room"
"Ohh Snap, you dog you" Brock chuckled.
"And Tracey's with Lisa and they're working on some costume for the play I think" Brock added.
"Or Tracey's chasing Lisa around while she waves a hairband " Richie corrected as he watched them from afar.
"Can you believe it?! He told me I had no choice" Misty demanded, surprsing everyone with her outburst, well almost everyone.
"You know the first seven times you told us, I was verging of not believing it" Ash remarked flatly.
"Then times seven through fourteen, I believed you and now times fourteen to tweny-one I am so beyond believing it that I think I'm going right back into not beleving it" he finished, tearing his eyes away from the comic, which Misty snathced off him angrily and pointed an accusatory finger at him.
"This is all your fault" she cried.
"What?!"
"Ohh I'll never stop talking to you if you don't sing right now. Ohh you' were so good, you should sing more often. I wouldn't even be in this predicament if you didn't have to have your two cents. You..you...YOU highfalootin' ninny!"
Ash watched in shock and bewilderment as she stormed off, tossing the comic at his head.
"You gotta hand it her, not many people use insults like "highfalootin' ninny" anymore" Richie grinned.
"You really would wonder what exactly goes in that head of hers" Brock
"I'd like to think that I would not" Ash said, flicking through his comic to find his page.
Apparently Misty felt bad about the way she treated Ash, given how she sat next to him in their next class but not bad enough to forgive him and so refused to speak to him.
Giselle however got a small surprise when she noticed that Melody who was seated next to her, was throwing fleeting glances at Richie throughout the class, who without her knowing was doing the same thing.
"Hey man, someone tailing you or something? If I turn around can I expect to see some guy in a trench coat with the collar pulled up wearing sunglasses and a ludicrous hat with a suitcase on the desk?" Ash asked him.
"No.. but I will HAVE to that comic away from you now"
Later that day
Hello and welcome that will be the most trying times of your young lives" Mr Crefell cried as he ushered the students who were waiting outside, into the theatre.
It was time for the first rehearsal and there was a buzz of excitemnt in the air.
He called up several people on stage:Ash, Misty, Giselle, Rudy, Richie, Duplica and Brock.
"Here are the stars of the show and now gather around for I will tell you of the story you will be pouring your sweat,blood and tears into.
"Sounds like the recipe for that stew Misty made a while back" Rihcie joked but froze when he saw the glare that resulted from it.
"This is the story of how Pokemon came to be.
See they were three races, well more than that but these three are the ones we shall be chiefly interested in.
The animals a.k.a the Pokemon, the humans" and at this point he pushed Brock, Giselle Rudy and Duplica to one side.
"And race of creatures that were like humans except blessed with incredible magic abilitites" he said as he pushed Ash, Misty and Richie to the other side.
"These sides were constantly at war with another but eventually it came to pass that the magic wielders, as they were called, settled down in the woods in places inaccessible to the humans. Sometimes the particularly rebellious or brave magic wielder would cross over and roam the human grounds.
But so rare was this that after time, the humans forgot the magic wielders still existed.
But as the story goes, a young man, a young man who helped his father in an old shop where they sold many strange and unusual items, a young man named Ben " Mr Crefell pulled Rudy foreward at this time .
Misty groaned, she had forgotten to check whether he had gotten a leading role and he had so now she was stuck with him.
"Well Ben fell in love with the most beautiful maiden in the land, Priness Calliope"
Giselle stepped forward.
"Ben was a shy boy and couldn't see why the princess should love him. So while looking through his shop for anything he found an old legend which spoke of the magic wielders and Ben being only but a young fool in love decided that he needed to find a magic wielder to help him.
But on the other side of things.The most powerful magician in the world goes about her business. Jade" Mr Crefel steered Misty towards the centre of the stage to face Giselle and Rudy
Every magic wielder is blessed with the gift of magic but Jade was believed to have been formed from pure magic, in other wolds she's pure magic in the form of human.
"And how very disgruntled she is about it" Tracey whispered to Snap looking up at the glare and pout Misty was sporting as she stood in the middle of the stage.
But because Jade is an accumulation of much magic, she has no real family and no lineages. So when a blacksmith took his baby son, Finn."
On cue he pushed Ash towards the centre of the stage.
"To the woods one day, they found a beautiful baby girl the same age as Finn, all alone. Finn's father being the kindhearted man that he was was, took Jade in.
So Jade and Finn grew up together and like kids, they got into trouble but the King of the magic wielders shunned Jade for she had emmense power, more than any royalty had, but he wanted Jade to marry his son-Liam"
Richie was pushed towards the small group forming in the middle of the stage.
"But, alas, Jade didn't want to marry him but wanted to travel around the human world.
So she, Finn and Liam left their kingdom for the real world. Where they met Ben who had been looking for a magic wielder.
Jade agrees to help but only if he finds her somewhere to live so then a pact is agreed.
Princess Calliope's best friend-Aoife heard about this gathering and had followed Ben .
She saw the sincerity and love that Ben had for Calliope so she too decided to help. "
Duplica stepped forward but looked very surprised at the notion of (Even in play form) acting as Giselle's friend.
Meanwhile the king of the humans is trying to find the perfect match for his daughter so he sends his most trusted advisor- Jack"
And the last person to go to the centre of the stage walked over.
"Yes he sends Jack to follow the princess and search far and wide for the perfect match for Calliope"
Mr Crefell paused, for dramatic affect, of course.
Everyone was hanging on his every word when he left out a loud laugh.
"And yet I think that that's enough for today" he smiled amid protests.
"Very well, in a nutshell, Jade agrees to help Ben but the pair eventually fall in love themselves but at this time, Calliope is also falling for Ben because of the hard word Jade has done. Jack finds many perfect suitors for Calliope and Aoife begins to fall for Liam.
When both Kings find out what has been going on they are furious and war is almost definite to break out when the animals intervene not wanting either race to hurt themselves.
In turn the humans and magic wielders realise how wrong they are and in an effort to thank the animals the humans the animals the gift of human spirit and the magic wielders give them magic so that they are able to use all the different types and attacks and this the legend of Pokemon begins."
The room was silent.
"Any questions?"
"And what was wrong with the classics?"Ash asked.
"Classic is just another word for cliche, any other questions"
"Yeah why.."
"That AREN'T from impertinent redheads"
"Ok everyone let's begin working on the musical score.
Misty you warm up your vocal cords and get to grips with some of the songs you'll be signing.
I get the feeling that you don't usually ever sing in public and I think maybe you should get used to it before we throw you in a deep end...again.
Giselle I'd like to work with your singing right now. Everyone else, unluckily and luckily, whichever is your perspective is, these two ladies will do most of the singing is this play so I want you to get to know one another and I want you to try your scenes. After I finish with Giselle, I want everyone to come up and act out your scenes and before you know it we'll....."
"Making magic. But I can't see why you should need anyone but Giselle here to light up the stage" a female voice cried and everyone turned to the entrance where a tall beautiful woman stood.
She looked very well to do in a red silk dress that caught the light and gleamed.
She swanned towards the stage and stepped up on it without any inhibiton.
"And who, are you?" Mr Crefell demanded, face turning red with anger.
"Michelle is it, you've got a pretty face but it takes more than pretty to be a great actress, here honey. You sit down, work on that voice of yours" she said as she directed Misty to the small piana bench where Aine was seated, there was room for two.
Misty stared at her in shock and gave Aine a "who the hell is this lady and why is she here" look to which Aine who looked equally bewildered, shrugged helplessly.
The woman placed her hands on her hips and glared at everyone from the stage.
Please put your orbs back in, I know it might be a shock to see someone who actually looks at themslves in the mirror before they leave the house but I am much too busy here to try and save the rest of you from making fools of yourselves on stage"
The mystery woman turned on Mr Crefell.
"Seems to me that, that little redheaded number at the piano got the lead in this shindig"
"I wouldn't say that but"
"But nothing, why didn't Giselle get it?" she demanded.
"Madam, not that its any of your business but I choose the students based on thier abilities and thier persona's.
Misty over there was just a much better choice for a rebellious young delinquent who has a power that she's not ready." Mr Crefell explained, thinking how really perfect it was.
Misty's voice was a power to be reckoned with but she had barely scratched the surface with it while Jade was the same way with her magic. They both had so much to learn about using this power
"Well I'm telling you that Giselle would make just as good a lead if not better than"
By this stage everyone in the theatre was listening to the heated debate.
"Enough!" Giselle screamed, her cheeks were a bright shade of red and for one of the first times in a while, she looked genuinely upset over something.
"Andrea, what are you doing here?" she hissed as she glared into the older woman's eyes.
"I came here because you said you had a rehearsal because I thought that you might screw it up and oh look how wrong I was" the older woman snapped, sarcasm dripping form her voice.
"I am doing just fine here by myelf. I like the role I got and I want to do is practice and really get into this. The last thing I need is for you to show up here and make a scene"
"I am NOT making a scene"
"Andrea I am not going to tell you this again. Go home, go shopping go the hair dressers, anywhere but here, You're embarressing. I like the role I got, its suits me and I don't want to have Misty's role"
"Fine!" Andrea screamed suddenly.
She pointed a finger right in Giselle's face."I have tried to be reasonable with you, you think I like having a little brat running around my feet. I tried to be nice to you but you keep pushing me away and acting like I'm the enemy, I'm beginning to understand why your mother left "
She looked dowen and saw Giselle's pretty brown eyes filled with hate and her right hand raised slightly as if to strike Andrea.
"Thats it! We're leaving"
Andrea stormed off the stage and spun on her heel to glare up at the stage.
"You coming?!" she demanded but it was more like an order.
"No Andrea, I'm not" she said trying to keep her voice as level as possible.
"Fine!" the woman cried and stormed out of the theatre.
Everyone watched Giselle with horrified expressions.
Those who felt embarressed by the whole affair were dying to try and start up conversation or get on with the work but no one had the courage to be the first one to speak.
Even Misty who could never be defined as Giselle's number one fan had no desire to mention that scene or do anything to make it worse.
She wanted to pretend nothing had happened and get back to practice but the longer the silnce went on the harder it was to break and as of yet no one had the courage, not even Mr Crefell, to break it.
"Yeah like your families are so great" Giselle spat out glaring around the room before making a beeline for the door.
Brock got up and followed her instantly and eveyone else was too much in a state of shock to do much else but stare.
A loud music note sounded and everyone looked at Aine who bit her lip and muttered a quick apology but surprisingly after that, everything went back to normal.
Given Giselle was no longer there, Mr Crefell went about helping everyone with the acting.
*******
Brock saw a lone figure crouched underneath a tree and as he drew closer, he could make Giselle curled up, her body shaking with sobs.
Her head jerked up when she saw him and her eyes narrowed.
"Um hi" he began
To be continued.
And I'm happy that I got it reasonably fast well for me, I did.
And I want to thank the two people who reviewed, I appreciate it.
You guys rock!!!!!!
NOW PAY ATTENTION TO THIS.
Anyone who reads this story, I want to know if anyone thinks it would be worthwhile to make a separate story based on the story and characters of the play.
Chapter 10
"I didn't audition!"
Mr. Crefell turned around, only slightly surprised by the dangerous expression of the short tempered red head who was standing right behind him near the theatre entrance.
He was looking at the notice board near the doors of it when he heard a shrill voice cry that out.
Maybe he should have been more surprised given that no student was generally allowed to take that sort of tone with any figure of authority and much as he liked to see her in all her fiery glory, he couldn't allow her to rage against him.
"Must I remind you that no student is allowed to be so forthcoming with their dislike or anger towards a teacher"
Just because he had to stop her rampage, it didn't mean he couldn't have some fun and rile her up more.
"I didn't audition" she repeated, apparently ignoring his responce.
"Well as it stands I have a whole theatre of young philanthropist's of the arts who might disagree"
"You backed me into a corner!"
"Which you fought your way out of very nicely indeed."
"And what if I refuse to show up for rehearsals and if by some fluke that I do, I make things so unbearably hard for everyone there you'll have no choice BUT to get rid of me" Misty asked, with a sly grin as she folded her arms across her chest and drummed her fingers along the hook of her elbow.
"Then I'll be forced to inform the principal that you're not cooperating which will mean that you'll be dealing with him, who's probably angry enough that after the trouble you caused. It has greatly upset him that he was only able to get you into an after school activity. You know, he told me to make sure that you pulled your own weight and then some after the incident."
Misty's smirk faded and she looked at him helplessly.
"You know ?"
"Of course I know! You surely don't think that I wouldn't want to dig up some info on why the principal is insisting that some student who's on the verge of being a major trouble causer be in on this play. I also know that you will be in the dog house at home given your sisters insistence that you be in this play.
Hate to tell you this red, but this time you're really backed into a corner"
"But why did you have to put me in the play?"
"Listen let's take a moment to calm down, maybe have a cup of chamomile tea. Hmm do I have any chamomile tea?"
"I doubt it, you didn't get me to write it down on my notes"
"Well, young lady, I shall be seeing you later.
My, you're a tough nut to crack but I know I shall suceed"
With that he walked away, chuckling.
Misty stood rooted to the spot, anger radiating from her small frame.
"You do NOT want to mention "cracking nuts" while I'm in this mood"
*******
Snap was making a beeline for the dark room.
It was almost lunch and he planned to spend it in there developing some photos.
He had taken quite a few of his friends.
Thinking about how quickly he had found friends, and especially friends like his, it brought a smile to his face which served to quicken his pace.
"Snap!" a voice cried out and he paused and looked around, surprised to hear of anyone looking for him.
Duplica approached him and gave a small little wave.
"Where are you headed? I was calling you .
People give you funny looks if they see you running down the hall yelling out snap but I guess you didn't hear me?" Duplica explained unable to hide the hopefullness in her voice.
Hope that he wasn't just ignoring her.
"Sorry Plica, I was away in my own little world" Snap confessed without thinking.
Duplica nodded happily when a thought struck her {He called me Plica} and for some reason, even though the others had called it more than once, it gave her butterflies in her stomach when he said it.
"I was gonna go work on some photographs during lunch" he continued when he reached his destination.
"Cool, can I come?" she asked smiling brightly but inwardly groaning at the thought of being stuck in a small dark room for 45 minutes.
"Sure but I can't guarantee you'll find it any bit interesting. Well except for the butt shots. Ash got a hold of my camera and him and Richie ...they pulled a couple of moonies on film. Just so their butts could be remembered through the ages"
Duplica froze, wearing a disgusted expression.
Why couldn't he refrain from those sorts of stories. Those were guy stories you shared with guys. Not girls who you think as a potential girlfriend.
He would never have told Misty that story because he would have been afraid that it might ruin his chances with her.
Sometimes she wished he could get all tongue tied and redfaced around her instead of Misty, at least then she'd know he liked her in that way.
But nooooo, he had to be able to talk to her like she was his best friend and he was so capable to telling her everything.
Guys just don't make sense.
Richie sighed as he stepped into the darkroom wishing that he could be able to talk to Misty as easily as he could with Duplica, then all his problems would be solved.
He continued thinking about this as he closed the door after Duplica but was jolted out of the reverie by her sudden shriek.
He had caught her hair in the door.
While scrambling to open the door again, he had managed to get out more apologies than Duplica could ever understand in a minute.
She was trying to pull her hair forewards when he opened the door which in turn sent Duplica stumbling forewards.
Snap managed to catch her in time and noticed something surprising when he looked down at her to see if she was okay.
She had let her hair down that day and with the sudden motion it had all gone flying foreward and now it rested around her face and over her shoulders, framing her face.
She was laughing and her face was lit up with joy and humour.
Her eyes seemed brighter and he could have sworn he saw them twinkle. Her nose crinkled in an adorable way and her lips formed a beautiful smile.
She paused momentarily to look at him and without realizing he had said while she stood up.
"You're really pretty when you laugh"
Duplica blushed and was glad for the darkness.
Maybe today she would tell him and they could get together...and look at some photo's of Misty that he had taken and was gazing at intently.
If he were to see her expression, he would have seen one very annoyed girl.
*******
"I'm just saying that maybe if you weren't such a loser, I wouldn't have a problem talking to you around people, I could come home with you on time and then your Dad wouldn't keep busting my butt for staying out late" Melody remarked,leaning against the row of lockers.
Tracey turned to look at her in disbelief.
"You've got to be joking, your actually blaming me because you keep staying out past curfew. I suppose it's my fault that your Mom sent you here as well"
"Well now that you mention it, if you weren't such a model student and if you didn't obey your dad so much, my Mom never would have sent me to this...whaetever it is that you call this place"
Melody brushed a non existant piece of lint of her tight white vest top under an open blue short sleeved shirt and she flicked her waves of hazel hair, held back by a bandana, over her shoulder.
"Melody, did it ever occur to take a stroll in the real world?" Tracey demanded.
Melody gave a small wave at Giselle when she saw her passing and began to walk away but paused to look over her shoulder at him.
"Yeah I would, but then I'd have to converse with people such as yourself.
I'm just saying, you could try laying off the selfishness, I mean the world doesn't revolve around you and you alone"
And with that she walked away, swinging her hips {and given her short pale pink denim skirt} she was attracting quite a lot of male attention as she walked away with Giselle.
"And the award for the most ironic statement goes to....girl in the teeny tiny barbie outfit" a voice remarked.
"Hey that's my cousin you're talking about....good call" Tracey said and nearly slammed his locker on his fingers when he saw who was standing in Melody's place.
Lisa smiled at him affectionately.
Tracey stared at her taking in every detail about her, her sleeveless hooded top that while it wasn't tightly fitting, it showed off her figure modestly, her cargo pants that illustrated her long legs, the long gleaming navy locks which were held back slightly, letting it fall freely down her back but keeping it away from her sweet face and her warm brown eyes which were fixed on him.
"You know, I don't know where she gets off, treating you like that" she continued, casting a dirty look towards the disappearing form of Melody.
"Its the way Mel is" Tracey shrugged casually then looked down at the notepad in her hands.
"What's this?" he asked, gesturing to the notebook.
"Oh here" she said handing it him and their hands accidentedly touched causing her to inspect Tracey.
He looked so cute in an oversized jumper and an old pair of shorts that hung by this knees.
He was only a little taller that her which was something she was grateful for so she could look up at him.
While he studied the notebook she had a strange urge to brush his dark brown black hair but she settled for something different.
"These are really good" he complimented studying the costume designs.
When he looked at her he saw she studying him with a devious glint and before he knew it, she had yanked off the red headband he always wore off and had taken off sprinting down the hall with him in hot pursuit.
*****
Melody was gossiping with Giselle when they pased Richie who she recognised as one of Tracey's friends.
"Loser" she said loudly enough for him to hear as he walked past and she made it sound so casual.
"Airhead" he shot back just as fast and just as casually.
The brief exchange made them both pause and look over the shoulder at the other one.
"Cute butt" they both remarked as he looked at one another and then continued on thier ways.
Richie approached the gang, they were in their usual spot, under the shade of a tree somewhat secluded from everywhere else.
Ash was reading a comic and looked like he was deeply pondering the events that had taken place in it.
Brock was drooling at the school paper which had a picture of Giselle in it and Misty was pacing back and forth rambling.
"Hey where's everyone else?" Richie asked as he took a seat between Brock and Ash.
"I think Duplica's with Snap and if I'm right they should both be in the dark room"
"Ohh Snap, you dog you" Brock chuckled.
"And Tracey's with Lisa and they're working on some costume for the play I think" Brock added.
"Or Tracey's chasing Lisa around while she waves a hairband " Richie corrected as he watched them from afar.
"Can you believe it?! He told me I had no choice" Misty demanded, surprsing everyone with her outburst, well almost everyone.
"You know the first seven times you told us, I was verging of not believing it" Ash remarked flatly.
"Then times seven through fourteen, I believed you and now times fourteen to tweny-one I am so beyond believing it that I think I'm going right back into not beleving it" he finished, tearing his eyes away from the comic, which Misty snathced off him angrily and pointed an accusatory finger at him.
"This is all your fault" she cried.
"What?!"
"Ohh I'll never stop talking to you if you don't sing right now. Ohh you' were so good, you should sing more often. I wouldn't even be in this predicament if you didn't have to have your two cents. You..you...YOU highfalootin' ninny!"
Ash watched in shock and bewilderment as she stormed off, tossing the comic at his head.
"You gotta hand it her, not many people use insults like "highfalootin' ninny" anymore" Richie grinned.
"You really would wonder what exactly goes in that head of hers" Brock
"I'd like to think that I would not" Ash said, flicking through his comic to find his page.
Apparently Misty felt bad about the way she treated Ash, given how she sat next to him in their next class but not bad enough to forgive him and so refused to speak to him.
Giselle however got a small surprise when she noticed that Melody who was seated next to her, was throwing fleeting glances at Richie throughout the class, who without her knowing was doing the same thing.
"Hey man, someone tailing you or something? If I turn around can I expect to see some guy in a trench coat with the collar pulled up wearing sunglasses and a ludicrous hat with a suitcase on the desk?" Ash asked him.
"No.. but I will HAVE to that comic away from you now"
Later that day
Hello and welcome that will be the most trying times of your young lives" Mr Crefell cried as he ushered the students who were waiting outside, into the theatre.
It was time for the first rehearsal and there was a buzz of excitemnt in the air.
He called up several people on stage:Ash, Misty, Giselle, Rudy, Richie, Duplica and Brock.
"Here are the stars of the show and now gather around for I will tell you of the story you will be pouring your sweat,blood and tears into.
"Sounds like the recipe for that stew Misty made a while back" Rihcie joked but froze when he saw the glare that resulted from it.
"This is the story of how Pokemon came to be.
See they were three races, well more than that but these three are the ones we shall be chiefly interested in.
The animals a.k.a the Pokemon, the humans" and at this point he pushed Brock, Giselle Rudy and Duplica to one side.
"And race of creatures that were like humans except blessed with incredible magic abilitites" he said as he pushed Ash, Misty and Richie to the other side.
"These sides were constantly at war with another but eventually it came to pass that the magic wielders, as they were called, settled down in the woods in places inaccessible to the humans. Sometimes the particularly rebellious or brave magic wielder would cross over and roam the human grounds.
But so rare was this that after time, the humans forgot the magic wielders still existed.
But as the story goes, a young man, a young man who helped his father in an old shop where they sold many strange and unusual items, a young man named Ben " Mr Crefell pulled Rudy foreward at this time .
Misty groaned, she had forgotten to check whether he had gotten a leading role and he had so now she was stuck with him.
"Well Ben fell in love with the most beautiful maiden in the land, Priness Calliope"
Giselle stepped forward.
"Ben was a shy boy and couldn't see why the princess should love him. So while looking through his shop for anything he found an old legend which spoke of the magic wielders and Ben being only but a young fool in love decided that he needed to find a magic wielder to help him.
But on the other side of things.The most powerful magician in the world goes about her business. Jade" Mr Crefel steered Misty towards the centre of the stage to face Giselle and Rudy
Every magic wielder is blessed with the gift of magic but Jade was believed to have been formed from pure magic, in other wolds she's pure magic in the form of human.
"And how very disgruntled she is about it" Tracey whispered to Snap looking up at the glare and pout Misty was sporting as she stood in the middle of the stage.
But because Jade is an accumulation of much magic, she has no real family and no lineages. So when a blacksmith took his baby son, Finn."
On cue he pushed Ash towards the centre of the stage.
"To the woods one day, they found a beautiful baby girl the same age as Finn, all alone. Finn's father being the kindhearted man that he was was, took Jade in.
So Jade and Finn grew up together and like kids, they got into trouble but the King of the magic wielders shunned Jade for she had emmense power, more than any royalty had, but he wanted Jade to marry his son-Liam"
Richie was pushed towards the small group forming in the middle of the stage.
"But, alas, Jade didn't want to marry him but wanted to travel around the human world.
So she, Finn and Liam left their kingdom for the real world. Where they met Ben who had been looking for a magic wielder.
Jade agrees to help but only if he finds her somewhere to live so then a pact is agreed.
Princess Calliope's best friend-Aoife heard about this gathering and had followed Ben .
She saw the sincerity and love that Ben had for Calliope so she too decided to help. "
Duplica stepped forward but looked very surprised at the notion of (Even in play form) acting as Giselle's friend.
Meanwhile the king of the humans is trying to find the perfect match for his daughter so he sends his most trusted advisor- Jack"
And the last person to go to the centre of the stage walked over.
"Yes he sends Jack to follow the princess and search far and wide for the perfect match for Calliope"
Mr Crefell paused, for dramatic affect, of course.
Everyone was hanging on his every word when he left out a loud laugh.
"And yet I think that that's enough for today" he smiled amid protests.
"Very well, in a nutshell, Jade agrees to help Ben but the pair eventually fall in love themselves but at this time, Calliope is also falling for Ben because of the hard word Jade has done. Jack finds many perfect suitors for Calliope and Aoife begins to fall for Liam.
When both Kings find out what has been going on they are furious and war is almost definite to break out when the animals intervene not wanting either race to hurt themselves.
In turn the humans and magic wielders realise how wrong they are and in an effort to thank the animals the humans the animals the gift of human spirit and the magic wielders give them magic so that they are able to use all the different types and attacks and this the legend of Pokemon begins."
The room was silent.
"Any questions?"
"And what was wrong with the classics?"Ash asked.
"Classic is just another word for cliche, any other questions"
"Yeah why.."
"That AREN'T from impertinent redheads"
"Ok everyone let's begin working on the musical score.
Misty you warm up your vocal cords and get to grips with some of the songs you'll be signing.
I get the feeling that you don't usually ever sing in public and I think maybe you should get used to it before we throw you in a deep end...again.
Giselle I'd like to work with your singing right now. Everyone else, unluckily and luckily, whichever is your perspective is, these two ladies will do most of the singing is this play so I want you to get to know one another and I want you to try your scenes. After I finish with Giselle, I want everyone to come up and act out your scenes and before you know it we'll....."
"Making magic. But I can't see why you should need anyone but Giselle here to light up the stage" a female voice cried and everyone turned to the entrance where a tall beautiful woman stood.
She looked very well to do in a red silk dress that caught the light and gleamed.
She swanned towards the stage and stepped up on it without any inhibiton.
"And who, are you?" Mr Crefell demanded, face turning red with anger.
"Michelle is it, you've got a pretty face but it takes more than pretty to be a great actress, here honey. You sit down, work on that voice of yours" she said as she directed Misty to the small piana bench where Aine was seated, there was room for two.
Misty stared at her in shock and gave Aine a "who the hell is this lady and why is she here" look to which Aine who looked equally bewildered, shrugged helplessly.
The woman placed her hands on her hips and glared at everyone from the stage.
Please put your orbs back in, I know it might be a shock to see someone who actually looks at themslves in the mirror before they leave the house but I am much too busy here to try and save the rest of you from making fools of yourselves on stage"
The mystery woman turned on Mr Crefell.
"Seems to me that, that little redheaded number at the piano got the lead in this shindig"
"I wouldn't say that but"
"But nothing, why didn't Giselle get it?" she demanded.
"Madam, not that its any of your business but I choose the students based on thier abilities and thier persona's.
Misty over there was just a much better choice for a rebellious young delinquent who has a power that she's not ready." Mr Crefell explained, thinking how really perfect it was.
Misty's voice was a power to be reckoned with but she had barely scratched the surface with it while Jade was the same way with her magic. They both had so much to learn about using this power
"Well I'm telling you that Giselle would make just as good a lead if not better than"
By this stage everyone in the theatre was listening to the heated debate.
"Enough!" Giselle screamed, her cheeks were a bright shade of red and for one of the first times in a while, she looked genuinely upset over something.
"Andrea, what are you doing here?" she hissed as she glared into the older woman's eyes.
"I came here because you said you had a rehearsal because I thought that you might screw it up and oh look how wrong I was" the older woman snapped, sarcasm dripping form her voice.
"I am doing just fine here by myelf. I like the role I got and I want to do is practice and really get into this. The last thing I need is for you to show up here and make a scene"
"I am NOT making a scene"
"Andrea I am not going to tell you this again. Go home, go shopping go the hair dressers, anywhere but here, You're embarressing. I like the role I got, its suits me and I don't want to have Misty's role"
"Fine!" Andrea screamed suddenly.
She pointed a finger right in Giselle's face."I have tried to be reasonable with you, you think I like having a little brat running around my feet. I tried to be nice to you but you keep pushing me away and acting like I'm the enemy, I'm beginning to understand why your mother left "
She looked dowen and saw Giselle's pretty brown eyes filled with hate and her right hand raised slightly as if to strike Andrea.
"Thats it! We're leaving"
Andrea stormed off the stage and spun on her heel to glare up at the stage.
"You coming?!" she demanded but it was more like an order.
"No Andrea, I'm not" she said trying to keep her voice as level as possible.
"Fine!" the woman cried and stormed out of the theatre.
Everyone watched Giselle with horrified expressions.
Those who felt embarressed by the whole affair were dying to try and start up conversation or get on with the work but no one had the courage to be the first one to speak.
Even Misty who could never be defined as Giselle's number one fan had no desire to mention that scene or do anything to make it worse.
She wanted to pretend nothing had happened and get back to practice but the longer the silnce went on the harder it was to break and as of yet no one had the courage, not even Mr Crefell, to break it.
"Yeah like your families are so great" Giselle spat out glaring around the room before making a beeline for the door.
Brock got up and followed her instantly and eveyone else was too much in a state of shock to do much else but stare.
A loud music note sounded and everyone looked at Aine who bit her lip and muttered a quick apology but surprisingly after that, everything went back to normal.
Given Giselle was no longer there, Mr Crefell went about helping everyone with the acting.
*******
Brock saw a lone figure crouched underneath a tree and as he drew closer, he could make Giselle curled up, her body shaking with sobs.
Her head jerked up when she saw him and her eyes narrowed.
"Um hi" he began
To be continued.