OK IM SO FREAKING SORRY FOR THE LATE CHAPTER. I LEFT MY IPAD AT MY FRIENDS HOUSE, THEN COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT UPLOADING. IM SO SORRY. ANYWAYS…

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Chapter Thirteen

It wasn't like she forgot. Just other things were on her mind. Her ex boyfriend wasn't anything to her. But his gift…definitely infuriated her. A lot.

"Omg!"

"Miss Helpline? It's the nerd?"

"The ginger one, right? Who likes swimming and stuff."

"And here I thought Miss Helpline was someone prettier."

Misty refused to come out of her office. A crowd was starting to gather, and she could hear the words clearly from inside.

It must have been pretty easy for Gary to find out. There had been a huge folder containing all the letters on her bedroom desk. She didn't bother to hide it back then.

The back door suddenly creaked open, Misty freezing up at the sound.

"Misty? It's May and Dawn."

"And Clemont."

"No one cares about you Clemont."

"May! That's a bit rude!"

"I thought you would take my side. You know, caring about hair related stuff."

"Cough. I don't know much about girl stuff but should we get to the point?"

Dawn rolled her eyes as she predicted what May was going to say.

"I like how you say 'we'." May grunted sarcastically.

Yeah, Dawn was always right.

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"Paul!"

"Kenny? What's up?"

"Uh, Dawn texted me this morning to tell you she wants you to wear pink."

"For prom? Oh what the-"

"Pink everything. Pink tie, pink shirt, you know, don't you?" Kenny checked his phone.

"Tell Dawn that she'd better change her mind or I'm turning up in pyjamas."

"Mkay." Kenny walked away, tapping on his phone.

Paul smirked. He knew that he'd definitely turn up in something other than pink.

"Paul! Dawn wants purple!"

"I'm turning up in pyjamas!"

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"What are your options then?"

"Swimming. Sleeping. Eating."

"Uh…"

Clemont rubbed his nose thoughtfully as Misty loaded her belongings into a huge cardboard box.

"Hey! Where did you get those premium Star Wars figures from?!"

"From your office. They looked pretty, ok?" Misty dropped them into the box.

"Hey!" Clemont grabbed them, clutching them to his chest. "Those cost me loads!"

Misty stood up, grabbing a folder from her desk, before sealing the box shut with masking tape. She glanced at Clemont.

"You know, I'd thought you would be more emotional kicking your best writer out."

"Eh, I know, but it's no point now that everyone knows who you are."

"Thanks."

"For what?"

"For providing me with something to do on the weekends, for making me smile when I get a amusing letter, for m-meeting some i-interesting people…"

She bit her lip and looked down to stop the tears falling. It wasn't just that she was leaving her two year job, it was just…this was what had started it. Meeting Ash.

"I'd better go."

She hugged Clemont briefly, before leaving the department. She would miss her small office. But most of all, she needed something to occupy herself with. The school demanded that everyone had to go to a club, and swimming was just a hobby. Funny how newspaper writing counted as a club.

So she headed to May and Dawn.

They knew a lot. But after many options, they still hadn't found the right club.

"I am not joining the chess club!"

"We know, Misty, but we're getting desperate."

"How about cheerleading?"

Both May and Dawn knew that cheerleading was the last choice. They had left it to the end purposefully. Misty seemed to realise after a few moments.

"I-I guess I don't have a choice then…"

May grinned.

"Two of the cheerleaders left two weeks ago, so we're looking for new ones. You know, Misty, it's you against some really curvy freshmen."

"May! That's so perverted!"

"Heh heh, I try."

As May and Dawn got into a pillow fight, Misty flicked through the booklet until she found the page on cheerleading.

'Led by Ash Ketchum'

Great. Oh well. They had promised to forget, didn't they? She spent some of her time thinking nowadays. She got startled easily, distracted easily, stressed easily. Perhaps it was some of her hormones coming late. But inside, she knew it was because of Ash.

She rubbed her eye furiously, before glancing down to the booklet.

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May hated maths. She struggled, and even with Dawn and Misty's help, she couldn't understand algebra, or that complicated bracket stuff. It just didn't make sense. Why couldn't it be dogs and cats? Dog plus cat equals fight. Easy.

But what May really enjoyed was tech. She could spend her whole day cutting out shapes, and making clocks, boxes, almost anything! Shame that her class sucked. Misty gave up tech as soon as she could, and Dawn followed, only because she preferred art and dance. So she was always alone, except for two other girls, Marina and Lyra, but they stuck together like glue.

She always had to go with one of the boys. And most of the time, it was the grass head. Why? Because he chose her. He found it fun to wind her up. He found it fun when he could do something better. He found it fun when she got really angry and glared at him.

He found it slightly attractive.

"You look prettier when you're angry, Maple."

"Shut up, grass head."

He carried on sawing a piece of wood and whistled loudly. May scowled, and carried on with her part. If it wasn't for her love of tech, she would've dropped it by now. Because Drew seemed to have the same aspirations as her. She wanted to take A levels tech. He wanted to take A levels tech.

Both refused to give up their ambition.

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Dawn was confused.

She wasn't often confused. She was average in every subject, a few she was top in. Maths was one where she hovered around the top and average. So why couldn't she do the sum? It seemed easy, but her brain couldn't do it. Even May could probably do it, Dawn thought bitterly.

Her brain felt like tissue paper. She pressed a hand to her head. Warm. That was normal. Her stomach lurched again, and she tried not to throw up. Dawn started to panic. She couldn't get ill! Not a week before prom!

She wasn't. It was just nerves. She gulped. She had to look perfect. That was her job.

Back when she graduated from middle school, she was 'most likely to be famous'. Yeah, right. She couldn't even survive prom.

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Serena glanced around the room. She tightened her grip on her tray. There was no where for her to sit. On the popular table, at least. They had already replaced her. She squinted her eyes at her replacement. She bit her lip anxiously, as she realised it was the girl who sat next to her in maths. Miette. She looked like she was having a good time, she thought bitterly. Laughing and flirting like she had always been there.

Slowly, Serena walked towards the back of the room, to the only mostly empty table. There were other tables, but the few seats left were covered with bags, and she didn't want to draw attention to herself by asking someone to move their bag. She sat down awkwardly, as the other girls on the table started to stop talking and stare at her. It was quiet for a few seconds, until one of the girls started talking again.

She looked up quickly to see if she recognised them. May, Dawn and the ginger one she couldn't quite put a finger on. The girl was smiling, her blue eyes shining, her hair swept into a messy but elegant side ponytail. Clemont's little sister had hair like that, she couldn't help thinking, Bonnie, wasn't it?

She stabbed her fork into her salad, and slowly ate through it. She knew she shouldn't have, but their voices seemed louder compared to the others. Listening to their conversation, she couldn't help but feel lonely.

"We're going prom dress shopping! Remember!"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever."

"Misty, Dawn has a point. It's a week to go!"

Misty. That was the ginger girl's name.

"Ugh, May, I don't have anyone to go with. There's no point. You're going with weirdo mystery guy and Dawn's going with the oh-so-popular Paul."

"Hey! He's not that bad! You should get to know him!"

"Says the girlfriend of Paul. I'm going to be a single Pringle and eat Doritos at home, watching Finding Nemo on repeat."

"Aw Misty don't be like that…"

"Dawn, don't go soft. Misty, you need a cheer costume for tomorrow's audition! You're going to look super-cute when we get our hands on you!"

"Ew! You're not touching me! That sounds so perverted!"

"Misty, May meant make-up."

Serena stared at them wistfully as they walked off, chatting and arguing in some cases.

She wanted friends like them. True friends.

She started to stand up, but walked into someone. Or two people, in fact.

"Serena, meet my colleague Iris. I think you'll like each other."

Glancing at Iris, Serena gave Clemont a quick kiss on the cheek, before narrowing her eyes at Iris.

"I think you need a hair trim."

Iris stroked a strand of her hair before nodding.

"I agree too."

"Then we'll meet up after school?"

"Sure!"

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A/N: I can't wait to write Misty's audition! I have a very clear idea of what to do, but you guys have to wait two weeks for it XD

This will probably give my age away, and everyone will scream at me and say I'm underage for writing these types of stories, especially BHLABB, but I'm starting to choose what I do for GCSEs. Basically, I can choose three subjects to do along with the core subjects, but I can drop some more in the year after. I'm thinking of taking money management, art and something else, but I really want to write a oneshot of Bonnie and Max choosing their GCSE stuffs. Idk, just a random idea. Will probably forget later. I have many ideas that have been queuing up since August.

Anyway, review, follow and favourite! See ya in two weeks! Nico Nico Nii!

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