Sorry for the wait, but I've been really busy lately. In less than two weeks, I have common tests to prepare us for the real baccalaureate, but I have not abandoned this story, in fact, I already have many chapters ready
I will try to update more often. I would like to be able to post at least a chapter per week, that's my goal.
Don't forget to provide constructive criticism, an opportunity for me to use your advice to improve my writing
Warning: I don't own pokemon, Gamefreak and Nintendo do. I would create game with quality if I was the owner.
He can smell smoke coming from the other end of the facility. How is it possible ? It's not human, it's almost animal, this scent... Wait, I think I'm starting to understand.
As a die-hard Pokémon fan, especially the Pokémon Mystery Dungeon franchise, I had always dreamed of something like this happening to me, even if it seemed impossible. It was a fantasy, a dream that I hardly dared to formulate.
But now, here, it seemed to be coming true. Although it's not a Pokémon, I feel a transformation taking place. But in what way? I could be sure it wasn't from Earth, since I was now able to hear other people's thoughts. It was a strange and inexplicable power. If it was from a series or a movie, I would never be able to know exactly what transformation I was experiencing. Or maybe I would know too late, once everything was already accomplished, with no way to prepare.
That's when I heard sobbing coming from the toilet next to me. Helpless, I suffered the same shock myself. It was also at that moment that I realized that something had changed within me. It was time to go back to class so the teacher wouldn't think I had run away or something.
I stood up, took a deep breath, and exhaled deeply to calm myself down. My gaze went to the handle, and hesitantly, I opened the door.
I hurried back to class, crossing the corridors of the establishment. Worried murmurs circulated among the few students passing in the corridors, fueling the already present tension. My mind was racing, trying to figure out what could possibly be going on.
Passing other students in the hallways, I couldn't help but wonder if they were also feeling something unusual. Their gazes were tinged with worry, their expressions betraying shared confusion. A strange atmosphere reigned in the school.
Finally entering the classroom, I was greeted by questioning looks from my classmates. The teacher, annoyed, interrupted her class to reprimand me.
"Where have you been? You're not going to make me believe it was just to go to the bathroom," she said with a hint of irritation.
I took a deep breath, trying to hide the agitation inside me. "No, ma'am, I suddenly felt like vomiting, but it's much better. I preferred to come back to class because there are only 10 minutes of class left, and what's more, the nurse is in a meeting, " I replied, hoping to allay suspicions.
The teacher, although suspicious, sent me back to my place, and the class resumed its lesson. However, the mystery in the air was palpable, and I couldn't help but glance furtively around me, searching for clues among my comrades.
The end of class passed quickly, and as soon as the bell rang, I rushed towards the exit. I had one goal: to join my friends. Although consumed by incomprehension, I felt obliged to share what was happening to me. But was it a good idea? How would they react? I didn't want them to start being afraid of me.
Lost in my thoughts, I didn't even notice that I was already at the gate. My friends were waiting for me, having left the establishment before me.
I waved to them and hurried to join them. Should I really talk about this now? Maybe I should wait a bit? Yes, I tell myself that since apparently I am not the only one affected, it might be wise to wait until the subject is addressed by the television channels. I opted for this decision, planning to talk to them about it later.
"Hi, how were your lessons?" asked Mathéo.
"Oh, as usual, an ordinary day," replied Élodie, who had gotten into the habit of speaking in place of the others, probably to avoid being left out, I confirmed mentally.
"My classes went well, the only negative was finishing at 6 p.m.," I said with a grimace.
"And me," Mathéo added, "my French teacher gave me an assignment for the holidays," he concluded with a sigh.
"But wait, you have way too much homework, I only have two, while you are already on your fourth. Are you going to manage to do everything?" I asked, worried.
"I'm going to have to spread all this over the two weeks of vacation, but otherwise, it should be fine. The only problem is that I won't be very available," Mathéo replied calmly, aware that he couldn't change the plans. things.
Our discussions leading to nothing in particular, we headed towards our houses. Being quite close to each other, less than 200 meters, we considered this fortunate.
My friendship with Mathéo was old, developed thanks to our parents who, after frequent meetings, had become friends. Our families got along wonderfully.
I lived closest to the high school, Élodie was two streets above me, and Mathéo lived 100 meters from my house. This proximity strengthened our friendship.
It also facilitated our weekly weekend meetings to discuss our common passion, Pokémon.
On the way home, our discussions were light, mostly focused on fangame details and other unimportant topics.
Back home, Mathéo and Élodie said goodbye to me and see you tomorrow. I opened the door calmly, took off my shoes so as not to dirty the floor, put my things down and headed towards the living room where my parents were.
"Hey darling, so how was your day?" asked my mother when she saw me enter the living room.
Wearing a white sweater that was turning gray and black jeans, she seemed normal for a Monday. Her hair was in a ponytail.
Responding as I walk towards the large black and gray leather armchair in the living room, I say, "It's my longest day of the week, so I found it quite long, but other than that, I have nothing to say," with a touch of annoyance, a rare thing for me.
Seeing that I wasn't in the mood to talk, my mother changed the subject. "So, this weekend is finally the holidays. Your father and I have decided to go to the south of France. It will change our minds a little. We're leaving next week. I'm sure you You can take the opportunity to take a well-deserved break, and also to unwind, given that your French test is at the end of the year and you have a lot of work."
I was slightly surprised. Usually, we went on vacation in July-August, my parents preferring to take their leave during the summer vacation due to their work.
"You took days off, right? Normally you save them for summer vacation," I asked.
My mother frowned. "Every year we keep a few unused vacation days. We decided to use them this time. Didn't I tell you that already?" she asked.
"No, I would remember. Maybe you said it a while ago, I just don't remember," I replied.
I sat quietly in the chair, taking a little break, my mother next to me.
"Don't worry, it's no big deal. I hope you didn't have anything planned?" my mother continued.
"I had something planned for this weekend, but nothing for next week. So I have no problem leaving next weekend," I replied.
"It's settled, next weekend we're going to rest!" my mother exclaimed.
I was about to leave and go to my room to check social media, but I remembered that there was one detail missing: the exact destination.
I looked at her, frowning slightly. "But where exactly are we going? You told me we were going south, but you didn't tell me where exactly," I asked.
"It will be the surprise of the trip! Don't worry, I'm sure you'll love it!" replied my mother.
Seeing that we had nothing more to say to each other, I took my phone and checked social networks. No pattern seemed to suggest anything similar to what had happened to me.
However, other trends seemed rather alarming about today's world.
Finding nothing on social media, I sent a message to my group of friends. "Home safe ?" I asked.
Mathéo replied: "Yes, I look at X trends, but there is nothing."
Adèle added: "I'm currently watching YouTube. And you, Arthur, what do you do?"
Me: "I just learned from my mother that we are going to the south next weekend, on vacation! On the other hand, I don't know where exactly, my mother wants to keep the destination a secret, but that doesn't bother me. Don't bother."
Mathéo: "Hey, this is the first time you're going on vacation outside of July-August. What's the occasion?"
Me: "That's what I wondered too. My mother explained to me that it was thanks to the accumulation of a few days of rest, but I wonder why now. But hey, it's not severe."
I looked at the time on my phone, it was 7 p.m. I went up to the first floor to wash. Around 7:30 p.m., I came out of the bathroom and climbed into the bed in my room.
My room, typical of a teenager's room, had a single bed, a piece of furniture to store my things, and a desk for my books and homework. I checked YouTube and social media, ate around 8 p.m., then watched YouTube until midnight before going to bed.
As I fell asleep, I wondered what happened during class. I understood the essentials, but why and how? What shocked me the most was that no one was talking about it on social media nor on television. Yet another girl had presented similar symptoms at the same time as me. There had to be a reason...
I just had to wait and see what happened in the next few days. I hoped everything would clear up. Then, thinking about all this, I wondered what monster in a movie would have powers such as hearing other people's thoughts. There were many Pokémon with this power, but I also thought of Godzilla... Could one of the monsters hear the thoughts of the others?
It was time to stop thinking about that. Maybe a virus was transforming us into something unknown, something we had never seen. These are just hypotheses, but maybe it was something that was in my head, a unique experience that would only happen once and would only be passing through.
I fell asleep peacefully with this thought, secretly hoping, deep down, to become a Pokémon.