Guys.. I have laptop problems. I cannot update a thing! I just got the virus out and now my wireless (connection to the internet broke) like really. But… I might as well update well this thing scans. I'll probably save it on my USB drive and use another computer.

-Chapter-three-

"The show starts in three hours! Where is she?" asked the manger. The man- who's name is Mr. Lyons works for one of the newest hit stars out right now- Mi$ty. The fourteen year old girl took the world by storm with hits like bang bong, your hate is my drink, you r who u r, and Alien. Of coarse she has more songs however. But, those are the ones little teenagers and kids seem to adore.

The dancer- who seemed annoyed groaned at Mr. Lyons. Most people on the tour didn't seem to like him nor Mi$ty. They all seemed to think that both of them are controlling divas who look down on about everyone.

"She ain't my problem," replied the dancer annoyed. Sighing, Mr. Lyons moved away from him and over to a wood door. A pink star that read Mist was on it. Impatiently, he knocked hard and loud.

This diva is just annoying, but my paycheck comes from her . Five minutes passed and Mi$ty did not answer the door.

Inside the wood door was a yellow room, and in a brown and yellow bed layed Misty sleeping- not expecting what would lay ahead the next few hours or so. Finally, the final pound Mr. Lyons took woke her up.

"Oh my god Daisy! Can a girl sleep without being waken up?" replied Misty. She stretched her arms out and yawned. Finally looking at her surroundings, she thought she fell asleep in probably some other room. Or her sister is planning on kicking her out and re-did her room.

"Open up young lady!" replied Mr. Lyons with anger in his tone. Misty laid on the yellow and brown bed. Confused, she decide to just lay their or she could try to go back to sleep as she could be in a dream.

Who is that guy? And where am I? Finally, she decided to see where exactly she was in the big world

She opened the door slowly and carefully.

Oh my god.. Something tells me I'm not in Cerulean City.

Some man who had no hair at all stood angrily outside the door. Was I supposed to let him in or something?

"Um..hi your bold?" I said. I was still pretty confused with everything. I flipped a piece of my red hair behind my back. But wait a minute….my hair is not this long. Even if its down. I touched my head, this is so confusing. And with my sudden hair extension, I felt glitter on my eye. Also, my hair felt…..dry. I'm sure I took a shower this morning. Then right after I was pretty tired so I dozed off.

The man did not look happy, his face was over-worked. Something about his presence got me thinking he was a greedy old one. A black haired girl came over, she was rushing and accidentally hit the bold guy. She was wearing jeans, a zebra print pink skirt, and a short lime green tank top that showed her pierce belly button. And to top off her crazy outside- she sported long red and black stripped socks and orange boots with no heels.

I looked down and saw that I was wearing a pretty odd outfit myself. I had on a glittery pink jump-suit. I will never, repeat never, wear a glittery jump-suit. Let alone- I probably won't wear anything with glitter.

"I'm sorry," she said nervously, "It was an accident and I didn't mean to hit you." She looked sincere yet nervous.

The bold guy was not impressed- he said, "Miss. Tinny you're fired, I'm sure Mi$ty here can agree with that. Am I right?" he said. I shook my head. But wait, how did he know my name? I never told him, maybe my jump-suit says it somewhere.

The black haired girl looked happy, "Thank you!" she said. She ran off happily before boldy can open his mouth.

"What did you do? The girl could've tried to kill me Miss. Waterflower!" he said. My last name is not Waterflower? Who the hell does he think he is calling me that random last name. I doubt anyone in the world even has that last name.

"Jeez your so up-tight, she accidentally ran into you." I said. I went back into the room, I slammed the door right on his face. I noticed on the wooden door that my name was written on it, it was in a pink star. However, my name showed a money sign instead of an S.

Something wasn't right, I saw a pink apple computer and turned it on immediately. Come on! Loud faster you little pink laptop. Finally, I clicked on Mozilla Firefox. I went on Google and searched Mi$ty. Oddly, their was about 300,000,986 search results. I clicked on Wikipedia, I have to admit…I know people on that website edit and all but sometimes I click it and search pokemon on it. But this one was different, I searched pokemon and their were no results.

I looked on the website, a picture of me was posted. However, I had glitter that formed lightning in my eye, and my hair was blonde and my natural red hair color

Misty Rose Waterflower (1996-present) Commonly known as her stage name Mi$ty the singer came to fame in 2009. She is an electro pop singer who has sold over 30 million albums world wide. She lives with her mom (whom she writes her songs with).

What the hell, my middle name is not Rose and I live with my sisters write now. I've never had an interest for becoming a singer- especially an electro-pop one.

I walked over to a beige-tile bathroom and looked in the mirror. I washed off the hideous make-up and I un-jeweled my face. I have to admit…I don't look bad with the long hair. I made my hair a semi-ponytail and then I dabbed my face with a towel. My closet was nothing but these crazy 70's outfit. Finally, I noticed a pair of jean-shorts, orange rain-boots, and a yellow long tank-top. I put it on and threw this glittery throw-up mess in the back closet.

I opened my door quietly. If this works I can sneak out and- "Hold it princess!"

I saw about maybe fifty or more workers outside my door. They all looked angry for some reason. I walked completely out and closed the door.

"Um hi, I was just going to get a bite to eat…sandwich anyone?" I said. I tried to sound confident.

"Don't even try to sound innocent," said a voice somewhere in the crowd.

"So no sandwiches? How about we all get some ice cream or something?" The crowd looked more confused now. In this world, am I a snotty-singer?

"I'm sorry if I did anything wrong," I said, "is their any way I can re-pay you?" I said. A few glares were passed around from one person to another. I saw some higher their shoulders in confusion. A few nodded yes, and everyone else either did nothing or shook their heads.

Suddenly, my manger in this world My. Lyons came over to me. "Come with me now, you're show is starting!" he yelled. I took his arm off me and shook my head.

"These guys are tired, I'm not doing that show," I said.

"That's it! You spoiled little pop diva! You can forget about that tour with Sir. Gaga. You're going to high-school! And it's public sweetie."

"Okay then?" I said. Honestly, I guess it'll be a step-up. But more than ever; I wanted to go back to the world where pokemon is.

"Where am I going boldy?" I said. The workers snickered with laughter.

"Petalburg High." He said. An evil smiled crossed his face. A happy one was on mine, May lives in Petalburg, maybe, possibly… I can visit her parents and maybe even her. I didn't know her that well; but we know each other well-enough. They can help me get out!

"That's it," I said. I finished packing. I was ready to go to Petalburg and hopefully fix this problem. Some workers came into my room.

"Hi guys," I said. They smiled.

"Thank you, for everything." I noticed the girl was Miss. Tinny. But I learned her real name was Tina. She was one of my main dancers. I said my good-byes to all of them. I realized that I actually saved them all. Boldy was going to fire a big number of them, and since I made him pretty mad he seemed to have forgotten about it.

When my tour bus left to go to the airport, the workers waved sadly again. I waved back, it's not that I dislike them, but I knew I didn't belong in this place.

"I'll get out of this world. Soon…..."

My phone began to rang, I looked to see exactly who it was. "Ack," I said.

I answered the phone, despite knowing it was that crazy bold guy.

"What do you want," I said.

"To talk Misty," he said, "You are disappointing many people by being such a little brat, this public high school will straighten you up, no funny tricks."

"I've almost been killed a few times, this is nothing." I said. But then again, I'm not in my world. This is some twisted up world with no pokemon. I was still me however, and I was still freaking out a little.