The day is now August 31, 1994. PichuPal and PikaPal are now walking to the school PichuPal will be attending for the next few years...well, he's supposed to anyway. "Come on, PichuPal. You must go. And you'll only be gone a few hours," PikaPal tried to reassure the Pichu. He was trying to resist her and trying to go the opposite direction of the way she was leading him. She finally realized it was futile to force him to walk to the school, so she picked him up and carried him instead. PichuPal flailed his arms and 'legs' in protest as he was carried off to the school. "I don't wanna go!" PichuPal shouted out as he flailed. "You'll have to go sometime. And you'll be home again soon so calm down," PikaPal said in her attempts to calm the rebellious Pichu. Minutes later, they were in the classroom and PikaPal was talking a bit to the teacher. Then she left, and PichuPal was alone with all these Pikachu he'd never met before in his whole life.
He walked to his seat, receiving strange looks from everyone as he passed. "Hey, what's that thing?" whispered one of the students to another. "I don't know, I've never seen one before," responded the student. PichuPal sat down, a little scared since he was unsure who everyone was. That and he was being stared at oddly. "Hello class. I am your teacher, Mr. Sampson," said the teacher as he stood in front of the class. "Now, we're going to start off by introducing ourselves to everyone in class and telling everyone something about ourselves." He pointed over to someone and told them to go. A couple minutes later, it came to PichuPal. He stood up nervously and spoke with a shaky voice. "H-hello, I'm PichuPal. A-and I...um, hate to fail," he said, looking very shy and a bit frightened. When he said his name, they all knew he was a Pichu and nothing like them. This difference seemed to bother them a bit. They tried to ignore him for now and not pay attention to how he was different. But it wasn't easy at all. They all were Pichu once, but they never thought they'd see one until they had kids of their own.
As the school year dragged on, PichuPal was getting a very high amount of negativity directed at him from fellow students. They weren't nice to him at all. When he asked them to give him something, they would refuse. Then one day, in late January, the first attack was made. One of his fellow students was in a terribly bad mood that day and didn't want anybody bugging him or he would go ballistic. Everyone else caught wind of this and didn't bother him. Too bad PichuPal didn't. If he had, the whole mess could've been avoided. But, it wasn't. PichuPal was in need of a pencil and so he went to the angry Pikachu, who was concealing his rage pretty well as if he was a booby trap in the Vietnam War. "Um, do you have an extra pencil I could use?" PichuPal asked. "Do I look like I have one to lend?" he responded. "Um...yes?" PichuPal said in response. "May I have one then?" The Pikachu clenched a fist on the other side of his seat, out of PichuPal's sight. "No...but I will tell you what you can have..." said the Pikachu with growing rage from this bugging. "Really? What is it?" PichuPal replied, a tiny smile coming into view on his face. "This!" said the Pikachu as he swung his fist and punched PichuPal hard in the face. PichuPal stumbled back a bit, holding his face where he was hit. "W-what was that for?" PichuPal asked, almost looking as though he may cry. "...you want more? 'Cause I got more if you want it," said the Pikachu, smirking a bit now. Mr. Sampson was out of the room when it all happened. "...hey...that felt good...I've always wanted to just hit him, and I did..." said the Pikachu, smiling and laughing evilly to himself. PichuPal backed away slowly, still holding his face where he was punched. Then, the Pikachu leapt from his seat, not feeling any remorse for what he was about to do. He tackled PichuPal to the ground and began to punch him furiously in the face. PichuPal was unsure what he did wrong and didn't know how to react to this beating. The other kids gathered and watched. They were all surprised somebody stood up and finally hit the Pichu. After minutes of being beaten up, Mr. Sampson came back in and broke it up. PichuPal lie on the ground looking like a mess. His face was red and he was in tears. Mr. Sampson helped him up and had him be sent home for the day. The student who did beat him up was suspended for a couple days for it. He said that he couldn't resist the urge to do it after the first punch he did. That was how he responded when classmates asked about why he did it. For PichuPal, that would be the first of many more beatings as he continued school. Every so often, a couple others would take a few shots at him at lunch just because they wanted to hit him. PichuPal never once fought back, as he never knew if he should. When the school year came to a close, he was very happy to not go back for a couple months. He stayed in his room and kept to himself. He never wanted to talk about it unless PikaPal asked him about the bruises and cuts he bore. But she never seemed to notice them since he rarely came out of his room and when he did, she never got to see him for long. PichuPal hoped that the beatings and punches he received that year would not continue in the future. Too bad for him, they would. And become potentially worse as time would pass.
End of Chapter 4.
