I will try to get at least one chapter done every week and then post it.

Not to say that my other story is on hold.

I just have to split it up for a while.

National Suicide Hotline Number : 1-800-488-3000, Call if you ever need help. Seriously, Call. It helps.

A journey of a thousand miles, begins with the first step. Funny... My first step was suicide.

"I promise, I'll find you a good home," I whispered as I walked back to the "interview room".

"Hey, what are you doing in here, Brandy," I quickly turned around to see Ms. Dunbar, "Students were to go home."

"Sorry, needed to hurl. After what John...," I explained to her clinching the egg under my shirt. I made a sick face, so that she'd believe my story.

Don't get me wrong. I do care that my former classmate had shot himself, but we were barely allowed to bring one Pokémon to school. Even then they are only allowed inside their Pokeballs until after lunch to train or show off. I brought an egg, but...

"Are you alright now," I nodded, "Good, come with me."

Ms. Dunbar led me past the Cafeteria. The police had the doors taped off. The tape was making it look like John was some sort of random murderer. At this point, he might as well have been. It made me sick thinking about it.

My classmates were all sitting inside the gymnasium or rather the "Interveiw room". Usually, you couldn't get any of them to shut up. Right now, even the police were having trouble getting most of them to talk. There were only a few of us left now. I had to get this egg out of here as soon as I could.

"I'm not asking him. You ask him."

"No, you do it."

"But he's the one that..."

"I can hear you, you know," I turned around to the twins, Kayla and Christen, "now ask me what?"

"What makes you think we were talking about you?"

"I'm the only "him" left."

"It's not important."

"You know, the last time I heard those words, This happened," I pantomimed the gunshot to the head. The twins shivered.

"Stop that," I got smacked in the head, "this is not something to joke about."

"I'm being serious...," I glared at Karen (the girl who hit me), "just one word, just one kind deed, just one friendly smile, could have saved him. And we did nothing."

That shut them up. It was true. We all played a role. We did nothing to help him. John was annoying, but he was a good person. Yet everyone still laughed at him. He was always smiling. While everyone else brought a new Pokémon almost every week, John only brought his Treeko, Terry. Everyone teased him for it.

"Three years, and he had only caught one Pokemon," they said. While we kept bringing more newly caught Pokémon, John just kept on smiling. I could see that he really cared for Terry. They spent more time playing together than showing off. Back then, I thought it was because they weren't very strong. Now, I guess it was a coping mechanism. He was always smiling... until Terry was taken from him. Team Rocket stealing his Treeko was just an excuse to pick on him more. No matter how the police try to explain that "Johnny that had the gun", in some form or another, we all helped pull that trigger.

Sorry, I got a little carried away there. Still, someone had to say it. They certainly aren't going to say all that at the funeral. Seriously, what can you say about someone who committed suicide? The girls were quiet for what seemed like ages. I finally decided to break the silence.

"So when is the funeral," that comment only gave me another hit to the back of my head.

"We're going to the shrine later..."

"Kayla," Karen snapped at the sisters, "he didn't need to know that."

"I'll be there..."

"Don't bother coming," Karen quietly yelled.

"Give me one good reason why not," I quietly yelled back.

"It's girls only."

"That's ridiculous."

"It's the truth, right girls," the twins nodded in fear.

"Then why can you go," that one earned me a kick right in the face. WHY the teacher's never notice this sort of stuff, I'll never know.

"Um, Brandy... why are you glowing?" Kayla pointed out.

"Oh crud, not now," I cursed as I attempted to cover up the light hopelessly.

"What are you hiding under there," Karen asked as I took out the glowing object from under my shirt, "Oh my God, an egg!"

"Shush, keep it down," I hushed her, as if other people didn't hear what she said the first time.

"That's a real Pokémon egg," Christen almost yelled.

"Yes, now shush."

"Why did you bring an egg to school," Karen yelled.

"That's none of your business," I said as I took off my school jacket and laid it in between the bleachers.

"That wasn't a question!"

"What are you doing," Christen stared.

"It's about to hatch," I yelled at her as I laid down the egg, It chipped.

"Oh My GOD!"

"Karen..."

...So warm, don't want to wake up...

Scratch.

...but I have to... It's time...

Scratch, scratch.

...It's time to wake up...

Scratch, scratch, scratch...

...Wake up from this nightmare. I have to...

scratch, scratch, scratch...

...break this wall...

scratch, scratch,

*poke*

...I broke through! I can taste air!...

"Oh My GOD!"

I backed up. My ears hurt. I couldn't think.

"Be qu~t," a voice said, "y~re sc~r~ng it."

"S~rry"

"C~me on, k~p g~ing."

...I don't want to. It's noisy...

"Y...u C~n d~ ~t."

...No, too loud...

"(Just push, John.)"

...Push?...

"(You wanted this remember?)"

...Life, I want life...

I pushed harder on the hole with my face, my legs pushing on the floor. I wanted tear down that wall, but my arms were too short.

"Towels, I need towels."

...Gah, Too Loud!...

"Will these work?"

"Perfect. Just a little more."

...Just a little more... I repeated in my head.

"Come on…"

...A little more, then I'm free...

I stretched out my legs again. I broke the wall even more until my head popped through.

The lights!
The noises!
The smells!
Everything was too much!
Worse off, it was cold!

I brought my head back inside to warm up.

"Did you see that?"

"It's so cute."

The ground giggled for a second, but only for a second.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm just..."

"It has to do it on his own. Don't help it."

...I'm not an it....

"(Then get out here and show them.)"

I crouched down and prepared myself mentally for what I was about to do. I jumped through the hole and rolled over twice. I heard girls screaming like banshees.

"Gottcha," someone said as he picked me up. Warm blankets are wiping the cold goo off of my head, my shoulders and such.

"He's shaking kind of hard, but he's okay..."

"He's so Adorable."

I want to hurl. Not because girls thought that I was cute but... just because!!! My stomach was empty, so I couldn't do that... so I cried instead.

"Awe, he's hungry."

"There, there little guy," my caretaker rocked and bounced me.

"Let me see!"

I agreed with the other voice. I opened my eyes and I saw Brandy (of all people) and some other face. I couldn't make out the details of the second face. I knew it was a girl though. When I saw Brandy, I feared him, but at the same time... I sort of fell in love.

Not that kind of fell in love!

More like, somehow, I knew he was there to protect me.

He was there to keep me safe and warm.

He was my only friend.

"Are they all white when they're born?"

"I know that Vulpix are..."

"But this is not a Vupix, Christen."

"Yeah, this type of Pokémon aren't supposed to be white."

"Give it to me!"

"No, I want to hold him!"

"Would you two shut up," the face smiled, "Mommy gets to hold him first."

AN: So now he's born. Now, I need an actual story. I've taken a few days to think about it and found something that I could do.

Also, what do you suppose he is. Or AKA...

Who's that Pokémon!

"It's John!"

(-_-)***

Now, for a more intelligent answer... I turn to you, guys.

What Pokemon do you think John is?

You guys have until Monday to submit your guesses, so good luck!