A Pokémon Academy Production…
ANDERSON.
Anderson hurried up and packed things into his backpack that morning. The bruises and blood were still visible, but he was going to try his hardest to cover it up. The boy hastily puts the bag on his back, as he tried to make sure that none of his family members see him.
Jonathan Myan walked into the room, after knocking on the door at first. Jonathan looked just like Anderson, but in his case, he was a little taller due to him being the oldest and he had a darker shade of brown hair.
"What's baby bro. Are you heading out to school?"
Anderson became paralyzed. He didn't want to move, because he knew that his brother was going to make a big deal of things if he saw the bruises that he had. So he tried to play it off.
"Yes, I am. You can get out now."
"Well...I just came to say…"
He walked up to his brother and placed his hands on his shoulders. But as soon as Anderson did that, he made an "ouch" sound, because his shoulder was bruised up.
Jonathan noticed this and wondered what was going on with his little brother. He turns his brother around and sees the black eyes on his face.
"What the hell happened to you? Who did this?"
He wanted questions, answers, and revenge on who did this to his brother.
"Nothing...everything is fine." Anderson lied.
Jonathan wasn't taking that excuse and wanted his brother to tell him the god honest truth about the situation because he knew that this was a serious one. "Bro, don't lie to me. Please tell me who did this?" He asked.
Anderson scattered to think of a lie. "Look, I fell down the stairs. It's not a big deal."
Anderson walks past his brother. But before he left, he turned around to look at his brother. "Now if you excuse me, I have to go to school."
But the more he walked, the more it hurt him, as he held onto his stomach. Jonathan worried about his brother, as he tried to get to the bottom of this.
"Stand by Me"
Part two
Main Cast:
Classic Gone Retro as Anderson Myan
Classic Gone Retro as Samael
Golem2.76 as Josh Smith
SniperSnip1000 as Quinten Lee Valora
WaqueKoala 2.0 as Grace Johnson
n00bsleyr as Dakota Moore
pokegabert as Chroma Aether-Ore
Nintendo as Professor Elm
Guest Starring:
Classic Gone Retro as Jonathan Myan
WaqueKoala 2.0 as Liza Johnson
DAKOTA.
Dakota walks upstairs in her pajamas. She was hearing giggling from upstairs, which made her decide to go up and check on it. She could tell it was her girlfriend. It's been a while since the last time that she heard her laugh like that, and wanted to know what was going on. She rushed into the room, thinking that she was in trouble, only to find her on the bed looking at her phone and giggling insanely.
"GRACE WHAT'S WRONG?!" She asked. She then realized that everything was pretty normal and was just overreacting to the whole situation.
"Nothing," Grace said.
Liza couldn't control her laughing, still leaving a little smile on her face. "Hi, Grace!"
She waves her hand. Liza was on the phone. It was pretty clear that the reason that Grace was laughing so hard was because both she and Liza had been talking.
Grace turns to her phone and looks at her mom. "I'm sorry mom, but I have to go. Me and the girlfriend have some talking that we need to do."
She blows her mom a kiss. She felt sorry that she had to say goodbye, but she knew that it was something that had to be done.
"Aww. But I'll miss you, sweetie. You can call me anytime." Liza replies. "Bye."
"Bye," Grace replied. Grace hangs up the phone and puts her phone in her pocket. Dakota just couldn't stop staring at the girl, as this was the last thing that she would've expected to see from her, especially after talking to her mother of all people.
Dakota was confused about this whole entire situation. "You and your mom are talking?"
"Oh right…" Grace started. Grace felt guilty for not telling her girlfriend the whole truth and felt that it was time to come clean. "I forgot to tell you that me and my mom patched things up over winter break when I visited her at the hospital." She started. "She's going through chemo, but she's a real trooper and I know she'll get better."
"So you just patched things up with your mom? Out of the blue?"
"It wasn't out of the blue Dakota. It just happened over winter break. After the fire, our talk and breaking up Quinten, I realized that I have no reason to lie anymore." She started. She turns around and takes out her suitcase. She starts putting some of her clothes in there. She turns around to her sister and grabs her by the hands. "That is why I want to tell you that I'm moving back in with my mom."
"WHAT?" A disturb Dakota asked. She watched as her girlfriend went back to putting things in her suitcase. "You can't just move back in with your mom."
"I'm sorry babe, but this is what is best." Grace kisses her girlfriend on the cheek, but she wasn't too thrilled about this idea. She watched her as she walks away.
ANDERSON/DAKOTA.
The bell rang and Anderson looked at the mirror that was in his locker. Anderson usually wasn't the type of guy to put makeup on, but in this situation, he knew that he had to do it because he didn't want the whole world asking him questions that he didn't want to answer.
People looked at him, walking down the remolded hallways. They had never seen there student council president put makeup on before. But the makeup wasn't going to stop the pain that the boy had been feeling.
Anderson looks down at his locker and sees a pack of cigarettes. The boy was feeling stressed out and thought about smoking one. But he had been going to class and doing steps, so he wouldn't smoke any, ever again.
Dakota wanted to see what was up with her friend because she hadn't had any one-on-one time with him in a while. She approached him and wrapped her arms around him, but as she did that he made an "ouch" sound.
Dakota was confused by this and she turns him around. She noticed that the boy was wearing makeup, and doing a terrible job with it, at that.
"Why are you putting makeup on?"
"It's nothing. It's not a big deal."
Anderson shrugged it off. He tried to play it off as like nothing happened at all. He closes his locker and begins walking down the crowded hallways of the school.
But Dakota wasn't giving up, as she followed him down the hallway, wanting answers, as she started to worry about her friend.
"I mean there's a lot of crazy stuff going on in this school and I don't want yet another crazy thing to happen."
"Nothing crazy is going on, just leave me alone." He begged.
But as she stood there, she started to think. She remembered watching a lot of made for television movies and knew that she saw something like this before and put two and two together.
"The only people who put makeup on, especially over an eye, are people who are being abused." She explained, which caused Anderson to stop walking, and swallow his spit, as he didn't want his secret to get out.
"Samael doesn't hit you does he?" It was hard for her to say that, but she knew that she had to ask the tough questions to make sure that her friend was safe.
Anderson got defensive and angry. "No. It's none of your business!" He shouted at her. It caused a scene, and students in the hallway turned around to look at them. Anderson and Dakota both didn't like the attention
Dakota had never seen Anderson like this and she became scared. "Geez, there's no reason to be rude." She said. "I was just asking a question."
"Well, it was a stupid question," Anderson responded. Anderson felt sorry for yelling at her, but he didn't exactly apologize. "Look, I need to go. I have to go and start doing student council stuff. I'll see you then." He started. He turned around and began walking away while limping in pain.
"Bye.." Dakota waves, while watching him. "I hope that he's okay…" She wished.
"What's cracking?" Quinten asked. He sits down next to her and hands her a diet coke, which was one of her favorite pops of all time. This was something he remembered from the time that the two of them was dating.
"Thanks, bro." Dakota opens up the can and starts chugging a drink like a pro, which impressed Quinten.
"Woah...your drinking that so fast…"
"I'm thirsty, plus I'm stressed out."
"Why are you stressed."
The girl finished up the coke and throws it into a trashcan nearby. She burps aggressively and was starting to freak Quntien out a little bit, never seeing her act like this. "You are stressed out. "What's going on?"
"It's Grace."
"Ah her. The girl who broke up with me for you." He joked. "How exactly is she doing?"
"She's doing great. But she moved back in with her mom, they made up."
"And that makes her a bad person because…?" Quinten asked.
Dakota grabs her things and gets up. "You just don't get it!"
ANDERSON.
Quinten rushed to the classroom and sat down next to his best friend Anderson, who he also kissed before winter break. Quinten had some news that he wanted to share with Anderson because that's all everyone in the school could talk about.
"Bro, did you hear? Mission Force Zero is coming to town...Everyone is talking about it."
But Anderson didn't care as he had other things on his mind. The class was slowly starting to pile up with other students.
"Yeah, I heard." He said in a very monotone voice.
"Oh damn! I wanted to talk to you about it myself." He felt a little disappointed, not being able to gossip with his friends.
But oh well, there were other important matters to talk about. Quinten looks at his friend and noticed that he wasn't feeling very "Anderson-y" today and that worried him. "Is everything okay?"
"Everything is fine. Will everyone please stop asking me that." Anderson shouted feeling annoyed.
Anderson gets up out of his seat, as he decides that he wants to sit somewhere else. Quinten looked at him and decided to just let it go, by shrugging his shoulders.
"What is going on with Anderson? He seems different?" Quinten asked. He turned to look at his girlfriend, who was sitting right next to him. Quinten sees that his girlfriend was looking unhappy and wondered what was going on with her. She sighed as Anderson tried to wrap his arm around her, but she deflects.
"What's going on?" Quinten asked confused.
"Quinten I think we need to break up." She admitted. She was glad to finally get that off her chest. "I've thought about it for a while, and I think it's the best course of action."
She was finally fulfilling the promise that she made Dakota, before winter break and she was glad that she could finally do that.
"Glad, I got that off my chest." She gets up out of her seat and decides to sit somewhere else.
Quinten was taken aback as all of this happened at the blink of an eye. It happened so fast, that the boy didn't have time to properly react to it, and mostly just sat there thinking about what he could've done wrong. The bell rings, indicating that class was ready to begin, as more and more students started to come into the classroom.
DAKOTA.
Dakota watched Grace as she was packing up her things. She was still upset and wanted to try and talk her out of leaving. She was doing the best that she could. "Grace are you to sure you have to leave?"
"Of course."
"But why?!"
"I need to be with my mom."
"Well, you can be with her on weekends."
She stops Grace from packing and grabs her hands. She kisses Grace and the two start making out, but Grace felt the comment was a little intense. "Dude, mother has cancer."
Angry, upset and furious, she hurried and packed her things into her suitcase. She leaves out of the room and left Dakota there regretting everything that she said.
ANDERSON.
The next day, the bell rings and Anderson sees that his phone was blowing up with text messages from his ex-boyfriend Samael. Anderson ignored the texts, as he decided to focus on going to his locker.
Anderson was tired of people asking him questions about the bruises that he had, and just wanted to focus on what was important, and that was his school work. People passed by him, as he opens his locker up.
Anderson flashes back to the day Samael hit him, as the image of him getting hit kept playing in his mind.
Anderson tried to forget getting hit, but it was just too much for him to handle. Anderson looks down and sees some teddy bears and balloons. He picks it up, because he was curious as to who it was, and he sees a note that says Samael.
The boy who was dealing with conflicting feelings slammed the locker door shut, and he throws the gifts away in the trash. He walks off in anger, trying his best to forget Samael.
Samael saw everything. In rage he ran up to Anderson and pushed him up to his locker. "Don't you dare, ever away anything I give you ever again!"
Anderson was afraid. He looked at the rage on Samael's face. But something was different this time. He thought back to all the different times Samael has hit him.
He finally had enough and pushed Samael back. "This is the last time you ever put your hands on me." He slaps Samael across the face and walks off.
DAKOTA.
Dakota knocks on Grace's door. She was holding a box of cookies in her hand. She made homemade chocolate chip cookies which she knew was her girlfriends favorite.
Grace opens the door. She wasn't all too thrilled to see Dakota. "Why are you here?"
"I came to apologize. Plus I made cookies."
Grace didn't want too, but she grabbed the cookies. She opens them up and smiles at them. "You're lucky I love chocolate. Come in" She opens the door even wider and Dakota comes in.
"Is that Dakota?" Liza asked. She was wearing a scarf over her head. She had to shave it due to the chemo.
"Hey, Miss Johnson." Dakota and Liza hug.
"I'm so glad that the two of you finally decided to get together."
Grace felt embarrassed and blushed. "Mom!"
"What you know it's true."
The three of them laughed. "Dakota, why don't you stay for dinner?"
"Oh no. I don't want to impose."
Grace holds Dakota's hand, a sign that Grace forgave her. "You should stay."
"Okay." Dakota blushed and the three-headed off to the kitchen to go eat.
ANDERSON.
"So you're telling me that he hit you?"
"Yes Professor Elm." Anderson nodded.
Anderson did the right thing and finally decided to talk to someone about Samael hitting him. He was speaking to Professor Elm about it. He felt that Professor Elm was the right person to talk to about this situation.
"Well first things first, were going to have to get the police involved."
"Will they arrest him?"
"Well with everything you're telling me, along with the bruises and footage of him pushing you up against the locker. I say we have h enough evidence to take this to court. But I suggest getting a restraining order just in case."
Anderson smiled. "Okay, yeah we can do that." Anderson finally felt like a free man.
