[Due to . . . uhhhh . . . technical difficulties, Kahuna cannot be here today to welcome you all to another of his mediocre chapters. I also want to let you all know; I'm to be called Ana from now on. I also want to say that KAHUNA SUX ASS! And that—]
::spits out water:: WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU TRYIN' TA DO? DROWN ME??
[That was the general idea . . .]
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You're a swell gal ya know that?
[Aw gee. Thanks! ::giggles like a little girl::]
ANYWAYZ! THE FIFTIETH PERSON TO REVIEW WILL GET A CAMEO! Then every 25th person will get one.
[The 50th will get a cameo, then the 75th, 100th, etc. etc. blah blah]
::holds up sign:: "What she said."
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[Well anyways, it's basically a way to try and get more reviews.]
::holds up sign:: "What she said."
[Ever heard of a mouth?]
Sign: "What?"
Well, I'm gonna give you guys the quote of the day and let you read the chapter.
Quote: If stupidity were a sin, Ana would have no chance for Heaven.
[That's ri—hey!]
[That's . . . that's not cool dude.]
Disclaimer: Take a guess. Make a hypothetical statement.
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Chapter 10: Conversations........................................................................................
I sat there with Brendan for God knows how long as we waited for Cyndaquil to come out through those doors, all healed and energetic and ready to roast Brendan's face. I yawned, stood up, and stretched. With a sigh, I flopped back down on the couch and placed my head on the arm of the couch and laid my legs on his lap. He didn't even seem to take notice of this either. He just kept staring at the door, like it was the most fascinating thing in the world. Well, Cyndaquil did just go through one very trying ordeal. He's definitely one special Cyndaquil. I just hope that he doesn't take on Brendan's somewhat idiotic nature.
I looked outside and saw that it was still bright as day. Odd, it's been this way since we arrived here . . . Well it was 6 o'clock now, and it's been two hours since Cyndaquil went in the room to get healed and Brendan became completely devoid of anything and everything.
I sighed and got back up. As much fun as it was to sit around with Brendan for hours on end doing absolutely nothing, I really had to do something. Plus my stomach's transgressed the growling stage and is pretty much screaming at me now. I grabbed my fanny pack and clasped it around my waist.
"I'm gonna go get something to eat. Want anything in particular?" I asked Brendan. He didn't do anything except remain oblivious to the world. "Ok, I'll take that as a no. Well, watch my stuff okay?" I said as I walked to the exit. When I got to the door I took one last look at him, then with a sigh I left the building. Watch my stuff, yeah right. If he's like this every time Cyndaquil faints like he did, I don't know what Brendan'll be like should Cyndaquil pass away.
I released Torchic, and smiled as it chirped and hopped around to relieve itself of some of its pent up energy. I was seriously thinking of joining the little guy. But unless I'm on a sugar high, I prefer not to make myself look like a fool. She startled me out of my thoughts when she jumped onto my shoulder and started preening her feathers. I reached over and ruffled some of her head feathers. I smiled when she pouted. I'd be upset too. I mean it's not like she can preen the top of her head.
For some odd reason, I reached into my fanny pack and pulled out my badge. I really need a jacket to put my badges. Plus, it's getting cold really quickly now. But of course the game developers are too stupid to realize something as simple as that. I shook my head. Where did that come from? Oh well. I shrugged and returned my attention to my badge. It was so nice and shiny, and silver too. For some reason my thoughts traversed to Kris and Hiro. I wonder how they're doing? Maybe they caught some new rare Pokemon . . . Wait a minute. I rummaged through my fanny pack. FOUND IT! My trusty PokéGear. I can't believe it was in my fanny pack. How lucky am I?
::Briiiiiing brrrrriiiiiiing::
I started humming a tune as I waited. It was going really slow today. Then again, this wasn't exactly Johto, so it might not even work.
#DAMN IT!# I heard Kris' voice over her PokéGear. That nearly scared the pants right off me.
"Did I call at a bad time?"
#What? Oh don't worry May; you didn't call at a bad time. Your ringing only distracted me and caused me to lose a really tough battle against a rare Pokemon that I had hoped to catch.#
"You have wonderful methods of making me feel guilty."
#Gee, thanks for the compliment.# I rolled my eyes. Of course, she couldn't see that because we only had PokéGears, not those fancy-shmancy PokeNavs they have here in Hoenn.
#Hey May!# came Hiro's voice in the background. #Hey that rhymed!# I rolled my eyes again.
"Gee Hiro, thanks for noticing. You should get a cookie, you really should."
#I should?# I heard his voice a little more clearly this time, #Yeah you're right! I should! Hey Kris, wanna go get a cookie?#
#Not at the moment. And use your own PokéGear! I'm tired of having you screaming into the damn thing so she can hear you!#
#Well sorry.# Wow, he actually listened to her this time. #So May, how's life in that continent that strangely resembles Australia without the Outback and Barrier Reef and Aborigines and . . . uhhhhhhh . . . yeah so how is it?# I heard Kris let out a deep sigh.
"It's actually going pretty good," I replied. "The same day I arrived in Littleroot I became an official trainer!"
#Really? That's great!# they both said at the same time.
#So,# Kris said, #Are you traveling alone, or are you, like, not traveling alone?#
"I'm traveling with a boy. He's . . . well, he's kinda like Hiro."
#You mean good-looking, tall, humorous, and an all-around cool guy to be with?#
Both Kris and I laughed until our throats were sore.
#Haha, go ahead and laugh it up. You know it's true.# I tried my hardest to stifle a laugh. It ended up sounding like a snort. #So anyways, what's his name?#
"Brendan Birch," I replied.
Kris spoke up this time. #Brendan Birch? As in, Professor Birch's son? That Brendan Birch?#
"Gawd I hope so, I don't think I could stand two of 'em."
#Are you sayin' you can't stand two of me?#
"Uhhh . . . that's exactly what I'm sayin'."
#That's hurts, May. That really hurts.#
"Well it wasn't meant to be nice."
#Yeah, I could tell.#
#So anyways,# Kris butted in, #Is he cute?#
#Whoa whoa whoa! Rewind! Did you just ask if he's cute?!#
"I believe that's exactly what she asked."
#I feel so . . . rejected.#
"Am I supposed to feel sorry for you?"
# . . . I hate you guys.#
"Aw, you only say that but ya don't mean it." No reply . . . "Well, he's not ugly, but he's not that hot. And yes, Hiro, that's exactly what I'm sayin' about you."
#I swear, she's like a psychic or something! I mean, just how did you figure out what I was gonna say?!# he said with words chock full of sarcasm. I heard a pretty loud thud. No doubt he'd gotten a good smack in the ol' noggin.
"Haha, he also gets hit in the head a lot. Just like you Hiro."
#Ya know, I think I'd like this Brendan dude. We seem to have so much in common.#
"Well I wasn't kiddin' when I said he's kinda like you."
#Well, was there a reason for calling? Or was it just to reminisce with some old chaps?# Kris asked.
"Ummm . . . I won my first badge this morning!"
#Really?!# they both exclaimed. #How was it? Was it hard?# I'll never get used to them saying the same thing at the same time.
"Actually, my battle was pretty easy. The leader was a Rock trainer, and my Staryu was able to take her Pokemon out pretty quickly. Brendan's battle was really exhilarating to watch though." I then replayed the whole battle for them.
#Wow,# Hiro said after I finished telling them, #he has potential. I wouldn't mind battling him when he gets stronger.#
"Yup, he sure does. And his Cyndaquil sure is something special."
#You idiot. She can't hear you if you nod!# I smiled. That was Hiro for you.
"Well, it's been really great talkin' to you guys again, but my stomach feels like it's shriveling up, and it doesn't feel too good either."
#Okay, well talk to ya later then!# they both said. I heard two beeps, signifying they had closed their PokéGear. I looked at it and blinked a few times. That was a quick farewell. Oh well. I did the same and put it back into my fanny pack. I still had some time to waste, so I continued walking through the city. For some reason . . . it was still sunny out . . .
I came across the famous Hoenn Pokemon Academy. I looked at Torchic; she shrugged, so I went in. I mean, it's not like I had some really important . . . thing to do at the moment. I walked in and hung around at the exit. It was then that I decided it was a good thing I went to the Johto Academy. I saw . . . well shiz . . . I saw a lot of things. I saw tons of spitballs whizzing through the air. I also saw quite a few paper planes flying around, and a good number of paper footballs getting flicked everywhere.
And what was the professor doing about this? Absolutely nothing! He just sat behind his fancy desk rambling on and on and on about what effects paralysis has on Pokemon. My Lord, were these people really this dumb? I sighed with disappointment and left the Hoenn Pokemon Academy for Losers. Or at least I would have, had Torchic not been smacked off her perch on my shoulder by a mega-huge wad of spit and paper. She hopped to her feet and let her Blaze ability take effect, burning off the spitball. She looked pretty upset, but nowhere near as pissed off as I was. I turned to the one guilty of the crime, who thought that what he just did was the most hilarious thing in the world. The bad thing was that he was about my age, possibly older.
I walked over to him, anger written clearly on my face. Ya know, for a thirteen-year-old, he was pretty perverted. All he stared at was my hips as they swayed back and forth, which I must say I did on purpose. I rolled my eyes and gave him one right in the kisser. The result was hilarious as he fell back on his chair and smacked his head against the ground, and not too softly either. I shook my hand to try and relieve some of the throbbing. Satisfied with my handiwork, I headed for the exit.
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I'm gonna grow out my hair!
[Uhhh . . . And what the hell does that have to do with anything?]
I have absolutely no idea whatsoever . . .
Okay . . . well I was reading thru this chapter as I revised it, and I came across my rant to end all rants. Something about lots of hatemail and me more than willing to kick someone's ass. I think it also said I was losing interest . . . or something. Well I'm not, it just takes a while for me to update.
Okay that's it for now. Hope ya liked the interaction with Kris and Hiro! Review please!