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New Town: Part Four- Falling
-Monday-
"This just in!" a platinum blonde haired man on the plasma screen declared, "We currently received note that an unknown island has mysteriously appeared on the 'Land Radar'! Pokémon Rangers are on the look out to see what is behind this strange event. That's all for now, tune in at five o'clock to receive more updates on this seemingly 'man-made' island!"
May sighed and shut off the television. "That is so exciting," May said, sarcasm dripping from her voice. Sighing, the young girl got up from the living-room couch and stretched. She rubbed the back of her head and went back up the stairs to her room.
Opening the door, May's Skitty slid past her and hopped on top of the fluffy mattress. She circled on the bed and meowed. "No, Skitty, I can't go back to bed. I just woke up, and I gotta get ready, okay?" The pink pokémon purred and lay down, snuggling against a stuffed animal. "You have it so easy," May laughed, walking into her bathroom. She looked into the mirror and snorted at the reflection.
May's hair was sticking up in random places, and it looked like it grew bigger. Laughing, she grabbed her brush and began to smooth out her incredibly knotted hair. Finally, after a ten minute battle, the shoulder-length strands were smooth and silky. May then walked into her closet and got out her school uniform.
Slipping on her clothes, she went back over to her bathroom and used two blue ribbons to tie her hair up into two, perfect pig-tails. Observing herself at every possible angle, she nodded satisfactorily. Walking out of her bathroom, she went over to her drawer and pulled out a pair of beige knee high socks. Sliding them on, she gestured to her Skitty to come down stairs with her.
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May sat down at the table and ate her bowl of Pokèos alone. She quickly gobbled down her last bite and washed the porcelain bowl in the sink. Then she stormed back up the stairs to brush her teeth. May was about to go back down the stairs and leave, but something *clicked* in her mind.
"Something's…missing… I need… my bag!" she shook her head and picked up her bag from the side of her desk. Slinging it on her shoulder, she ran down the stairs. Her pokémon followed her, meowing after every step. May walked over to the door and sat down to put on her loafers. The pink pokémon purred and licked May's cheek.
"You know the schedule Skitty," May started, "it's a school day, and I gotta go. Don't worry I'll be back."
Skitty whimpered and her ears went back and her tail went down. Then, the pink pokémon laid down and put her head in between her small, tan paws. She meowed again and tilted her head sadly. "Oh, Skitty you're such a drama queen." May gently placed a hand under her pokémon's chin and stroked it. "I'll see you later Skitty." May then got up and opened the front door, "Mom, I'm leaving for school! See you later!"
With that, May shuffled out onto her porch. Then she turned around to lock the door. Facing forward again, she put her key into her bag and walked down her porch stairs. May smiled to see Brendan leaning against a tree listening to his red IPokè.
Tiptoeing behind him, she quickly poked one of his sides. Brendan frowned and removed one earphone from his ear. Turning around, he saw May standing behind him, "Oh, good morning May!"
The girl frowned and poked one of his sides again. All he did was stare strangely at her, "What are you doing?" he asked, as she poked his sides repeatedly. He sighed while he packed up his music player and stuffed it into his back pack.
"You know," May began as she began to walk towards the trail to their school, "you are the only person who doesn't jump up, yell, run away, or laugh when I poke them on the side. Oh… and good morning to you too, Brendan."
"Hm," the boy thought, putting his hands into his pockets as he followed her, "I'm not ticklish on my sides…any way, anything interesting happen?"
"Other than a mysterious 'man-made' island appearing on the map, and finding out that we have a 'Land Radar'… everything's pretty normal."
"Oh, I saw that on the morning paper…but it isn't as exciting as my news!" Brendan jerked his thumb to his chest and smiled an ear to ear smile.
"What might that be?" May asked, clutching the strap of her bag.
"You may not have ever guessed but…that Maxwell Megayma dude quit yesterday!"
May burst out in laughter and held her stomach. Then after a few moments of laughter, she looked at him to see a serious look in his eye. "Wow, you aren't lying."
"Of course I'm not lying!" Brendan said, throwing his arms in the air, "Why would I lie about the best thing that has ever happened to me!? That man is gone! And I don't know why…but who cares? Poochyena and I got our full sleep last night, and we're just as happy as a Skitty with a ball of yarn!"
May laughed at him as he started to dance as he walked next to her. She shook her head, "You are so silly!"
"Thanks," Brendan replied waving a hand at her, "I'm just happy that I don't have to keep on turning around to see if someone's there."
He smiled at her and put his hands behind his head. May was glad that Brendan seemed so care-free. She was happy that he was happy, and that he wouldn't fall asleep in class anymore.
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-Pokè School-
Brendan leaned back in his desk and picked up his pencil. Boredom took over him and he began to draw a picture on a plain piece of paper. "Hey, what are you doing?" someone asked.
Brendan looked up to see May standing over his desk. She held her chin with a check made by her thumb and index finger. She tilted her head causing her bangs to gently fall into her face. He shrugged and started to shade it in quietly, "doodling."
"What is it supposed to be?" she asked politely, clasping her hands behind her back.
"Well," Brendan started, pointing to a wriggly rectangle shape on his paper, "this is supposed to be a tower that took a long time to build, and this-" he said, pointing to a wide eyed, sad face "-is it's builder. You see, the tower is going to fall, and the person is sad to see hard work go down the drain."
May frowned at her odd friend and laughed. "You're funny Brendan…Ms. Jenson must be late again, I wonder what's taking her so long…well I better get back to my seat. See you after class, buddy."
Brendan laughed and waved. May turned slightly and gave him a small salute while winking. Finally, she took her seat across the room.
Suddenly the chatter stopped as soon as their teacher, clad in blue, shuffled into the classroom, "Good morning students! How was your weekend?" Her arms were crammed with a large bundle of protruding papers. The large tower was about a third of their teacher, and she had to lean back a bit to handle all of the papers.
"Good morning Ms. Jenson," the small class of fifteen responded as they stared at their teacher having a hard time. No one was particularly enjoying watching her struggle, but no one was awake enough to help her.
"Well then, how about we get started?" she said as she placed the pile on her desk with a loud thud. She sighed loudly with relief as the stack was put down. Rolling her aching shoulders once, she smiled reassuringly to the class. Walking in front of her desk she was about to speak when, all of a sudden the large mound of paper began to wobble, and tilt, and waver.
All of the children pointed in horror as the tall pillar crashed to the ground. Ms. Jenson's eyes widened as she turned around slowly to see all of her papers scattered about the floor. All of a sudden, a feeling of rage emitted from their teacher. They all shrunk down in their seats and they watched as her figure shook and her arms came up to grab her hair. Shaking her head and pursing her lips, Ms. Jenson dropped her arms and pushed the papers out of her way with her foot and went up to the board. She took a deep breath and slowly picked up a piece of chalk.
Then, after taking in another shaky breath of air, Ms. Jenson turned back around. The class stared at their teacher worriedly; she looked like she was ready to kill. She put on her best smile that looked more like a grimace. "Like I said before," Ms. Jenson said, looking at all of her students' shocked and scared expressions, "let's get started." All of a sudden, the frustrated teacher walked next to the trash can and dusted off the fine, white powder in her hands.
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"Okay students, to conclude the day, please pass up the worksheets that you had to do this weekend. I do hope that you did them; they are worth almost half of your grade. And, this is the assignment that determines part of your graduation."
All of the kids began to shuffle around their backpacks. Finally, the questionnaires were passed up. But some one was still ruffling through his bag.
"Brendan, where is your paper?" Ms. Jenson asked as she walked over to his desk to see him panicking.
"U-u-uh, I did it Ms. Jenson, I swear. I put it in here on Friday." Brendan clutched his head and ruffled his hair, a habit he did when he was frustrated. "Poochyena," he whispered angrily to himself.
"Excuse me?" the angered teacher asked as she folded her arms.
"M-m-my pokémon, he," Brendan paused, "he…replaced it?" Brendan didn't mean for it to come out as a question, but he wasn't sure if it was true.
"What? Brendan, do not lie to me."
"I-I-I'm not lying; I promise you that I did it. But, you see, um…my Poochyena…uh."
Ms. Jenson sighed and rubbed her temples, and then she looked at him and shook her head, "Brendan…we need to talk, stay here, dismissed!"
The children simply stared at the situation; all wondering what was going to happen. "Dismissed," the teacher said again, turning around to face the others. They all then jolted up and began to pack up their belongings. They didn't want to face the fury of their teacher. And in their minds they all wished Brendan good luck.
Finally, after watching the children pack up for less than one minute, Ms. Jenson turned back around to face Brendan. May looked at Brendan and he shrugged sadly. Then, she quickly got out a piece of paper and scribbled on it with a marker. 'I'll go and check for you. I'll be back,' it said. Brendan frowned, but before he could object, May zoomed out the door.
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May sprinted back to their homes, and finally, she reached Brendan's house. She rang the doorbell and almost immediately, Brendan's mom opened the door, Poochyena at her feet.
"Oh, hello May. What brings you here?" she asked kindly.
"B-Brendan forgot something and I ran back to get it," May said, trying to catch her breath, "you see, he got in trouble because he forgot one of his homework assignments and I wanted to get it for him."
"That boy," Brendan's mother said, moving out of the door way so May could enter, "he is so lucky to have a friend like you May."
"Thanks? And… I'm sorry for intruding like this, but may I go into his room?"
"Of course."
"Thank you!" With that, May ran up the stairs and burst into Brendan's room. His room was surprisingly clean. Nothing cluttered the floor, and his bed was fixed. There were no posters on the wall, and there was only a bed, a desk, and a computer. "Wow," she said as she walked in, putting her bag on the wood floor. She then shook her head, no stereo-typing May. Poochyena followed after her and tilted his head.
"Poochyena," May started, "do you know where Brendan's paper is?"
The pokémon simply stared at her, and he barked. "You do?" she asked, as he began to sniff the floor of his partner. He barked again and his head went into a small white trash can beside the desk. He pulled out a balled up paper and placed it on the wood floor.
"Is that it?" May asked as she walked over to the ball. Picking it up, she opened it to see Brendan's questionnaire. It was slightly dirty and it had a bite mark and a paw print. She laughed and patted the light brown pokémon's head. "Good boy," she said as she ran towards the door.
May then galloped back down the stairs and thanked Brendan's mother. Then she raced back towards the school. The pebble trail crunched beneath her feet with every step she took. She darted past towering trees and small shrubs that stood in their shadows. As May ran, she took in small, even breaths to reach the school once more.
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"Brendan, I am very disappointed in you," Ms. Jenson started, "Not only do you fall asleep in my class, you forget the most important assignment of the year! "
"I didn't fall asleep today," Brendan objected, looking down at his wooden desk.
"Brendan, is there something that is going on in the family or…something that causes these actions?"
Brendan frowned and sighed, "No, it's just that, my Poochyena…I think he took it out of my bag to replace it with something else," he paused and slid down in his desk. His attempt to explain the whole situation would be pointless. Brendan could see the doubt in Ms. Jenson's eyes as he told her.
Ms. Jenson sighed and sat down on a desk across from him. "Brendan," she started, "you can't let things like that happen. You have to be responsible enough to take care of your own belongings."
"I do….I finished it the same day you gave it to me," Brendan sighed.
The teacher sighed and shook her head. "You can't graduate without it Brendan…I'm sorry."
Brendan clenched his teeth together and pursed his lips. He covered his face and grunted inwardly. He didn't know what he was going to do. I probably have to take another class! Dang Poochyena! Of all things to substitute the blue-prints with he had to use my homework! Even if I tried to get it back…I couldn't 'cause I don't even know where those people are. Stupid blue-prints… stupid people in the stupid lab!
"Pack up your things," Ms. Jenson said as she got up and walked away.
Brendan dropped his head on his desk with a soft thud. This can't be happening; does this mean I can't become a trainer? He waited for a while and tried to think. He wouldn't beg, bribe, or cry. None of those things were worth sacrificing his pride. I'll have to wait…again…I won't give up. I'll have to be patient and calm. Sighing, Brendan got up from his desk and began to pack up his belongings.
Putting on his back pack, he quietly exited the room and drifted into the cold, lonely hallway. Even as he walked Brendan could feel the anger and sorrow tearing at the edges of his heart. He couldn't stand it. He had wanted to become a trainer ever since he could walk. He didn't know that a lifelong dream could just slip away so fast. But he knew that he couldn't do anything rash to try and get what he wanted. He had to play fair and square.
He surely wasn't the only one to not graduate…right? If there was a competition for trying to play it cool, Brendan would get first place. Brendan looked down sadly and held on to the straps of his backpack. Sighing, he stopped in the middle of the hallway and looked back at his classroom. Shaking his head he closed his eyes and looked to the exit again. His mahogany eyes widened as he saw May standing there.
"Why so glum Buddy?" she asked cheerfully, hands on hips, hiding his paper behind her back. She had seen the whole scenario and she felt horrible to hide his last hope, but she wanted it to be a surprise. May wondered if he even remembered her note that she had written before she had left.
"May…what are you doing here?" he asked, his voice lifeless.
May looked at her friend and she felt like crying. His usually happy, mahogany eyes were filled with hidden sadness. She didn't understand why boys had to hide their feelings all the time. She wished that Brendan would tell her everything…not that she needed to know, she was back before anyone could say a word.
"Well," May started trying to avoid his hopeless stares, "I just wanted to make sure that you were okay." May knew that she was a bad liar, every time she wasn't telling someone the truth, she wouldn't look at them and her voice would rise in pitch ever so slightly.
"Thanks for being here, its good to see a happy face…but I've been better."
Is he trying to crush my heart?! May smiled sadly at him and wrapped him in a tight hug. The pair stood there for a moment and May was surprised to feel him hug back. She felt blood rush to her cheeks as he wrapped his arms ever so gently around her. May mentally slapped herself, no; Brendan is your best friend…nothing else. Focus on why you came here! To help out your best friend!
"I-I found your paper," May blurted as they parted. She handed him his crumpled paper and he stared at it in disbelief. "Hurry up and turn it in," May added as a smile blossomed across Brendan's lips.
Brendan's eyes widened and he slowly took the paper, "T-thank you," he said. He felt like jumping, screaming, and laughing all at the same time. He was so happy, that he couldn't even contain himself. Brendan smiled such a huge smile that it made his face hurt. Then he wrapped May in his arms again. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!"
After lifting her up and spinning her around, he put May down and held onto her shoulders. She smiled at him and laughed at his ridiculously large smile. He looked like he had fireworks in his young, happy eyes. Then everything seemed to stop as Brendan gave her quick kiss on the cheek.
May gasped lightly and she felt like she was flying. She knew that she was blushing like mad because her body was on fire. Her heart felt like it was going to explode. And she gulped slightly. Oh boy…deep breaths May…deep, deep, deep breaths. "G-g-go t-turn it in n-n-now, I'm not g-g-g-graduating w-without you."
He nodded happily and he turned around and ran back to the room to give his paper to Ms. Jenson. She frowned and took it gently, "You found it?"
"No… May came and brought it," Brendan said embarrassed at the reality of his response.
"Well Brendan… thanks to May, you can graduate," Ms. Jenson said, putting the paper into her briefcase. Brendan smiled and he was about to walk out and leave when Ms. Jenson stopped him. "Oh, and you better thank her… she deserves it."
"I will," Brendan said as he rushed out of the classroom. Opening the exit door, he saw May sitting on the steps of the small school. He ran to her pulled her into a bear-hug. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!" he paraded again.
"No problem," May choked, patting him on the back.
Letting go, Brendan looked at her and smiled, "I can't thank you enough! Because of you, I can become a trainer!"
"Ha, that's why I did it. We said that we would travel together on our journey, and if you didn't graduate, you wouldn't have been able to become a trainer. And if you didn't become a trainer, we wouldn't be together…and… I… would miss you." May sighed and blushed, realizing what had just left her lips.
Brendan chuckled, "well…thank you again."
"You're welcome."
May took a deep breath and began walking down the last steps. "Well, we better get home, our moms might be worried."
Brendan nodded and followed her. He walked behind her most of the way. And judging by her walk, she seemed really tired. Having to travel back and forth from school, to home, and back to school must have taken most of her energy.
"Hey," Brendan started as he rushed to her side, "you seem really tired."
"Kinda, but I'll be okay," May said as she rubbed the back of her head.
"Are you sure? 'Cause I could give you a piggy-back- ride." Brendan stopped and took off his back pack and put it on front ways instead, "C'mon, I didn't run for you yet."
May stopped and turned around to see Brendan squatting down. He smiled at her and pointed to his back. She rolled her eyes, I am really tired…but.
"Please? I insist," he urged.
"Uh…I…um," May looked around to see if anyone was there. She rubbed the back of her neck and sighed, "fine."
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Brendan slowly entered the town with a sleeping May on his back. She mumbled a bit and Brendan laughed quietly. Walking up the porch steps of May's home, he rang the doorbell with his nose. After a few seconds, May's mother, Caroline, opened the door.
"Oh, hello Brendan!" Caroline said excitedly.
"Hi Mrs. Maple, um…I'm just here to drop off May," he said.
Caroline laughed to see her daughter on Brendan's back, "Oh, of course, please come in."
"Thank you," he said quietly, shuffling inside. The interior of the home was very nice. There were many arches that lead to different parts of the home. And most of the wood was dark and the appliances were made of stainless steel. The carpet of the living room was indescribable. It was a very oriental rug that looked like it was smooth as silk. And on top of it was a glass table that had a beautiful arrangement of flowers.
"Um… put her down on the on the couch," Mrs. Maple said, smoothing out the tan leather.
"O-okay." Brendan walked over to the couch and gently placed May on it. She took a deep breath and turned on her side. May seemed so peaceful in her sleep. He smiled down at her and put his bag down on the floor. All of a sudden, Skitty came bounding down the stairs. She then rushed around the couch to see May lying there. Her tail swayed from side to side, and she simply stared at the resting girl.
"Thank you Brendan," Caroline said, smoothing out her apron and clasping her hands in front of her.
"You're welcome…well I better get home, I'm usually not this late, my mom might be worrying about me."
"Oh, yes…of course!" All of a sudden, Mrs. Maple rushed over to her counter and picked up a large orange envelope. "Oh and Brendan, could you bring this to your father? It's from my husband."
"Yeah, sure," Brendan said, taking the envelope while picking up his book bag off the wood floor.
"Thanks again!" she cried as he walked out the door.
"No problem."
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Brendan walked into his home and sighed heavily. "Mom, I'm home!" he cried out placing the envelope on the granite counter. Brendan frowned to hear no response. "Mom?"
Hm, is she not home? "Poochyena, come on out boy!" Brendan smiled to hear the small taps of his pokémon approaching. Suddenly, someone barked and Brendan looked down to see Poochyena sitting next to him. "Hey boy, where's Mom?"
The pokémon tilted his head and blinked. They both stared at each other and Brendan shrugged, and then Poochyena ran back up the stairs. Brendan frowned and followed the light brown pokémon. Poochyena pawed the master bedroom door and slipped through as soon as it opened for him. He barked and not soon after, Brendan entered. His mother was snoring the day away on the large bed in the middle of the dark room.
The boy laughed and shook his head. "Come on, Poochyena, let's not bother her." The pokémon nodded as they both exited the room, closing the door behind them.
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Brendan opened the door to his room and hot air rushed past him. "Whoa," he said as he walked through the strange curtain of heat. He blinked a few times and shook his head. He unbuttoned his polo and tossed his bag on his bed. Brendan huffed and puffed towards his window and lifted it with ease. Taking in a deep breath, he leaned against the window sill and sighed. It was so peaceful outside and the lush green landscape seemed to glow as the sun beat down on the grass.
Brendan smiled and closed his eyes. "Ah," he said taking in another breath.
"Brendan! Don't lean out of the window like that! It's dangerous!" a voice cried out.
Brendan opened his eyes to see his father walking down the trail. He frowned; usually his father would stay in his lab 'till midnight. The young boy laughed and waved at his father. "Hey dad!" he cried out as he leaned out just a bit more, using his other hand to keep his balance.
"BRRRENNNDAAANNN!" another voice cried excitedly behind him.
The sudden voice startled Brendan and his other hand slipped. His upper body went out the window, and his legs flailed behind him. "Ack!" Brendan yelled as he tried to grab on to something other than air. The professor was running now. He dropped his briefcase and his lab coat sailed behind him as he rushed towards the window, leaving a cloud of dust floating as he sprinted.
"Brendan," the other voice yelled, "Stop kicking! You're gonna hit my face!"
"What?!" Brendan screamed, not recognizing the voice, "How can I not?! I'm trying to stay fricking grounded! And half of my body is flipping leaning out of the dang window!" All he wanted to do was lie down on solid ground and live.
With one hard tug at his legs, Brendan was pulled back into the room. Sadly, while being pulled in, his face hit the window sill…hard. With a loud thud, Brendan and the other person fell to the floor.
"Oh, shoot," Brendan yelped, "My face! Holy dang! Uhhh." Brendan took his hand off of his face to see blood. He winced in pain and tried to get up. Unsuccessfully, he fell back again and his head bounced on the wooden floor. All of a sudden, Brendan heard May's voice coming from outside. Wait, if May is outside…then who is inside my room? Brendan opened his eyes ever so slightly to see pale green eyes looking down at him. He frowned and lifted his hand to point at the strangely familiar face thinking it would bring something up.
The lights seemed to fade and he saw three pairs of eyes looking down at him. They all seemed so panicked, and their mouths were open, screaming something. Ms. Blue-Eyes has water coming out of her face…is that even possible? The green eyed person is checking out my wrist…he better not steal my watch…do I even have one? And the one with brown eyes looked scared. What is this black light? What the? Where are they going? Is the party over? Alright…nighty-night.
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