Chapter 5- 1st Grade Hell Hole

It is now early September of 1995. PichuPal is now made it through his summer in basically complete isolation in his room. Now he must come out as it is time for the first day of the new school year. He's now going to 1st grade and hopes it will be better. However, hope is long gone for the young Pichu. As this year would be much worse than the previous one, only he didn't know that right now. But he would find out- the hard way.

Early in the morning, PikaPal walked up to PichuPal's room. He was still asleep and he had school soon. She knocked on the door and called his name, trying to get him up. She opened the door and walked over to his bed, where he lay, curled up in a little ball shape, sleeping. "PichuPal...time to get up..." PikaPal whispered to him, shaking him a little. PichuPal reluctantly stayed asleep, trying to ward off the disturbance. PikaPal tried again, determined to get him out of bed. "C'mon PichuPal...you have to wake up..." she said again. He still tried to sleep through it, hoping she'd go away so he could keep sleeping. PikaPal then got an idea that would surely get him up. "PichuPal...I have a pizza in the kitchen all for you..." she said sweetly, sounding very convincing. That was exactly what she needed to do in the beginning. PichuPal's eyes shot open like a bullet from a gun. He uncurled himself quickly and excitedly. He looked up at his mother with anxiousness. "PIZZA! Where!" he shouted excitedly. "Well...that worked better than expected," PikaPal muttered to herself. "To be honest, I only said that to get you up. There is no pizza now." PichuPal's happy glow quickly faded away. "You lied to me...about pizza?" he said sadly. "Well, I'll get you some later. Right now, you have to go to school. It's your first day of 1st grade," PikaPal replied. "Oh, okay. I guess that works," PichuPal said as he climbed off the bed.

That day, he went to school and the first two days were half days- lucky him. It was his first full day of school that the year took a turn for the worst. After school, as PichuPal walked out of the building, a couple of Pikachu from a higher grade than his, grabbed him and took him behind the school. Well, they looked as though they were older, but they were the more bulky and more bully-like Pikachu of his class. They planned to start their bullying careers with the outcast wimp that no one seemed to like at all. The bully who had grabbed him threw PichuPal up against the wall. "Hello, twerp," said the first bully. "Hi..." PichuPal said with a bit of pain in his voice from being thrown against the wall. He waved shyly at them from where he sat. The three bullies stared at him with a menacing smile. PichuPal's happy little smile faded as they approached him with angry scowls.

Two of them grabbed his arms, one on each side, suspending him in the air high enough that the other bully could have some clearer shots at more than just the top of his head. "Heh heh...this is gonna be fun..." said the bully with an evil grin. He wound up a fist and drilled a big punch into PichuPal's face. Then he took a huge punch into his stomach, knocking the wind out of him. After a few minutes, PichuPal wasn't looking too good at all. But they weren't done yet. The bully who was beating him switched with one of the others. After another few minutes, that one switched witht he last one and he had his fun. After they all had their fun using their 'living punching bag', they dropped him onto the ground and walked off. "See you tomorrow, twerp," their leader said to him. PichuPal just lay there on the ground, a battered and bruised mess. His fur was ruffled and very messy- messier than usual anyway. "...oww...that hurt..." he muttered in pain, his words muffled by the ground. He was face down on the ground, lying in much pain. He struggled to his feet in a lot of pain. "...I can't believe that happened..." PichuPal said to himself. He walked home, in a lot of pain crying lightly.

It took him a while to get home as he limped the whole way home. PichuPal was exhausted from the walk and crawled up to his door. Weakly, he stood up and opened the door, and fell inside. He was too weak to crawl to his bed, so he crawled as far as he could, closing the door behind him, and just lie there on his bedroom floor. PikaPal came home minutes later from shopping and assumed he should be home already. PichuPal was home all right, and asleep on his floor to regain his strength and/or energy.

As the year went on, the beatings continued with the same style, but usually different bullies. He couldn't wait until the year ended. "How could my life get any worse than this?" he asked himself after the year finally ended. He spent yet another summer of isolation in his room. He was missing about two teeth over the course of the year. PikaPal was concerned, but was expecting it to stop. She was always busy when he came home so she never seen all the pain he endured during the school day. Things couldn't possibly get worse, could they? PichuPal sure hoped that the worst was over. Too bad that wasn't how life wanted to work for him. He did NOT look forward to 2nd grade after how bad 1st was.

End of Chapter 5.