Lily:Wow, this was one of my better stories. I got four reviews all within a day of each other. Now, I'll reply to all of them:

JJ: It's not that I don't have Bowser, it's just my little bro says he's his fave. So I cut him from my story just to smite him.

Shebythedogdemoness: Is that song copyrighted or can I use it?

Niyanna: Fox will be in my 4th chapter.

Sakume: I might plan to have some Link related stuff for my next SSBM story, if my little bro gets Legend of Zelda: The Minsh Cap (holds a knife to my Mom's neck, "Buy it or else." lol)

Lily:I'll be doing this throughout my story so keep the reviews coming. On with the story!

Ch2:Pichu Goes to School

LAURA'S POV

My blood was on fire, I couldn't breathe, I was drenched in sweat and my whole body ached. We had gym first class. I of course forgot my gym clothes, so the experience was ten times worse. You try running five laps around the gym with jeans and a thick hoodie on! I chatted with my friends while we walked back to homeroom. Maybe before I go any further, I should introduce my friends.

Well first, there's Alecia, my best bud since forever. She's a bit shorter and way skinner then me, has dirty blonde hair, blue eyes and wears glasses. She's to smart for her own good, obsessed with Caption Falcon and sometimes she goes a little crazy (and the award for understatement of 2005 goes to…). Also she has the annoying habit of poking me in the back during class.

Then there's Ashely, major gamer and fellow pokemanic. She's basically same as Alecia, way shorter then me, way smarter then me. She even told me once that she wants to be Link's girlfriend. Ashely is also known in many parts of the world as "Miss Temper Problem". If you thought I swore, then hear HER when she's in a bad mood.

Finally, there's Robyn. She's my height, my weight, my intelligence and basically my clone. She likes doing peoples nails and hair (you should have seen me after her sleepover!), skipping band practice, Mario (she thinks he's hot) and acting more random then me on MSN. I'm thinking about getting her a straight jacket for her birthday.

Anyways, we were walking and talking. I kept going on about Pokemon Coliseum and how I got Ho-oh. "I was at my last one, my swampert, Kip, when he sent out Kyorge. If that last mud shot didn't hit I would have been a goner."

"You just told me you had 73 continues." Ashely said.

"Way to spoil my dramatic story!" I said laughing. I quickly checked the schedule on the wall by the door. "Darn, we got Social Studies."

"Oh no!" Robyn cried, "I forgot to do that assignment!"

"Robyn, you always forget your trumpet, you forget to do you homework, next you're gonna forget to get dressed in the morning!" Alecia scolded. She has this way of making you feel guilty. We walked into the classroom to meet the "evil language teacher" at the desk. Did I mention that she's also my evil Social Studies teacher? I took my seat. I was in the second seat from the back and the second row from the window. Alecia was behind me, Ashely was in the row by the window and second from the front and Robyn was two rows over from the person in front of me. It was five minutes into class before we needed our books. I unzipped my bookbag and what I found in it gave me a fright. Pichu was in my bookbag, squat between my science and math text book (which are HUGE btw). Miss. Stroud (the evil teacher) just kept going on about something called contact. "Laura, what are you doing? Get your books out or you'll get in trouble." I wasn't paying a lick of attention to Alecia. I know what I did next was gonna get me in trouble, but I was too shocked to care.

"Now class, how do you think the Beothuks reacted to the coming of the European settlers?"

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE!" The whole class turned my way.

"Laura, what was that outburst for?" She demanded. I know I was in deep BEEP right then and there.

"Well…um…you asked how they reacted…so I…um…"

"March right to the office. You also be staying after school on Monday." I was just thankful the school didn't give detentions on Fridays. "Bring your bookbag up to." Good, I didn't want people looking in my bag and finding a yellow mouse in it. I calmly zipped up my bag (making sure Pichu could breathe) and got up. As I walked past the teacher's desk, I heard Pichu scream.

"PI! PICHU PI CHU!"

"That, young lady, just earned you a week after school." I didn't know what he said, but Ashely was laughing her head off. "And you will be accompanying her for that week. Both of you, to the office, now!" Ashely followed my out the door and down the hall.

"What was that all about?" She asked.

"When we get to the office I'll tell you." We went through the door that separates the Grade 7 wing from the main part of the building. Then went into the office, sat on the bench and waited for the principal. "Look in the bag." I whispered. I carefully opened my bag. She peered in.

"What kind of toy is that?"

"It's no a toy. It's a real live Pichu."

"But how…" I cut her off.

"Don't ask how they got here, I don't even know."

"What do you mean they? Are there others?" So I explained what happened last night, what happened that morning and I was about to ask her something when she said.

"Can I come up after school?"

"Not a flippin' chance. So…why were you laughing so hard at what Pichu had said?"

"I think he said "Ahh! Ugly monster scary!"" I nearly died laughing. That's when Mr. Smith (the principal) came out of his office.

"Now what happened in that classroom to make miss send you here?" He said in his usual stern voice.

"Well…let me explain…you see…" The mistake I made was a near fatal one. I left my back pack open. When Pichu saw him, he did the same.

"PI! Pi pi chu pichu!" With that, he zapped the principal and scampered out the door. Well, it did one good thing for him, the zap singed off his uni-brow.

"Translation please, Ashely." I asked her.

"He said "Arg! This place is full of ugly monsters!" We better catch him."

"Sorry about that." I called to the now charred and paralyzed principal. I ran out the door in the path Pichu took. "He went this way!" I pointed to the Grade 8 wing. We charged through the door and looked around.

"There!" Ashely gestured to the open door of the band room. We just caught a glimpse of his tail entering the room. I dove in to try and catch him, but failed and slammed the floor. He weaved through the rows of chairs and music stands. Ashely clumsily followed suit, knocking over everything in her path. It was lucky that there wasn't a class going on. I waited at the door, ready to catch him when he came out. I almost got him. He just slipped between my fingers. Ashely banged into me and we both hit the ground.

"Huston, we have a problem." I couldn't resist using that line. Pichu headed to the office again, but turned the corner and took the stairs. We followed. He ran into the gym where of course, there was a class taking place. Grade eights playing dogeball covered the floor but they were too busy beating the living BEEP out of each other with volleyballs to take notice. We had to get him. The only other way out of the gym was a door that led to the back of the building. Behind the school, there were woods. If he got out that door we might never find him again. "We are about to go were no seventh grader has gone before."

"Will you stop using lines from Apollo 13!" Ashely bellowed. "We have to find him."

"There he is!" I saw him smack on the center line. "Ready? 3…2…1…GO!" We went head first into the gym, dashed onto the center line and caught Pichu. He tried to break free of my grasp. I just held him tighter. The gym teacher blew her whistle and walked right up to us.

"Explain yourselves." She asked angrily. We didn't have time to respond. Pichu jumped out of my arms and zapped the gym teacher. This time he staid where he was. The other kids just stared at us and whispered. Some of them came up to us and asked things like "Where did you get that?", "How does it work?" and "Can that thing electrocute my math teacher?"

"Sorry, we got to hurry off now." I said "But call me the night before final exams and I'll make sure he'll be here." I walked off with Ashely close behind. "We might as well head home. We probably got suspended anyways."

It turns out that both of us got suspended for two weeks AND detentions after school for three weeks. It was a quiet bus ride home, mainly because me and her were the only kids on the bus. Pichu sat in my lap looking out the window. "This is better then my bookbag right."

He nodded his head. "Chu." He seemed happy, mainly because he nearly fried all the teachers at Grenfell Intermediate, including the principal and vice-principal.

"By the way," I questioned "since when could you speak Pokemon?"

"Beats me, I guess I never knew till now that I even could."

"Well…anyways, I was wondering if you could…" my train of thought was interrupted by the screech of tires coming down the road. We both looked out the window. Coming down the street, was a navy blue ford pick-up. I couldn't see who the driver was, but he was wearing a helmet.

"Hey!" Ashely exclaimed "Isn't that Alecia's dad's truck?" The truck pulled in front of the bus and sped away.

"Crazy Sunday driver!" The bus driver shouted out the window. The shouts were followed by the loud horn. "Buddy probably thinks he's some kind of race car driver." That's when it hit me like a ton of bricks.

"Falcon."

Ashely looked at me strange. "What?"

"Nothing, hopefully." The bus pulled in front of my house. Pichu hopped on my shoulder as I exited the bus. I waved good bye to my friend as I walked up the drive. The one good thing about today? I finally got my revenge on the evil language/social studies teacher, who was in the hospital being treated for burns and a severe case of "shock".

Lily:Yes I HATE my teachers very much. Hope you all liked this chapter. Next chapter…"10,000 DOLLARS IN WHAT!" staring Capt. Falcon and the chapter after that…"Good with Guns, Bad with Microwaves" staring Fox and Falco! Bye!