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Chapter 2

You know, this one time in the third grade, though looking back on it now it might've been the second grade…no, I'm positive it was the third grade. Well we were given this assignment where we were supposed to draw a picture of what we wanted to be when we grew up. Well everyone was drawing the usual, you know: astronauts, fire fighters, princesses, and pokémon trainers, all that crap. I sat at my table looking around the room at everyone, confused. Then the teacher walked over to my table and with her sickeningly grotesque flab and her shiny red shoes. She asked me, "Oh Grimsley, what would you like to be when you grow up? Why, you haven't even started drawing yet!" Well I told her, "Nothing." That's right, nothing. She told me that wouldn't do, and I would have to figure out very soon so I could draw the picture. I was confused, and I just didn't know what to do. I mean, really, that was exactly what I wanted to do. Nothing. Why put pressure on a child by asking them "What do you want to be when you grow up?" You're a child, and you shouldn't have to worry about that. Clearly that woman didn't understand, well anyway, how I disposed of her was super….

….

"Caitlin!"

"Grimsley?"

"Caitlin!"

Caitlin quickly rushed into the men's restroom of the pokémon league building. A terrified Grimsley stood at one of sinks, his arms stretched out, keeping his hands away from his body.

"We're out of soap! We're out of sanitation!" Grimsley screeched like a little girl with the most horrible of ear infections.

"Really? I swear Grimsley, I can't believe a man like you would act like this over a little soap."

"Are you saying I'm bad because I want to be clean? Is that what you're saying?" Grimsley shouted at her, his piercing blue eyes fixated on hers.

"No, that would be stupid. You're overreacting, seriously, come on."

"You're overreacting! What if I get a virus? I COULD DIE!" Grimsley was enraged more then ever, his arms flailing in Caitlin's direction, his voice a thunderous echo in the enclosed restroom.

"Would it change a thing?"

"What?"

Everything was black, spinning around him, he was spinning; he could feel it. Caitlin and the restroom had disappeared and now he was in an abyss. But her voice still rang in his ear.

Would it change a thing?
Would it change a thing?
Would it?
Would it?
Would it?
Would it?
Would-

Grimsley gasped for air and awoke. Covered in sweat, he stared around his room. Leipard, sitting on a chair in the corner, was sound asleep. Nothing but the ticking of a clock encompassed the air. The window shone a clear, faint moonlight onto the bed. An open book was lying on the edge, sheets were strewn out all over the bed. Grimsley slumped back down, his slender body going up and down with each heavy breath he took. He stared at the ceiling for the rest of the night, not even bothering to wash the blood off of his hands.

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