"Raichu!" I exclaimed, blinking slightly as I saw the pokémon running through the seemingly endless field. Instantly I began to sprint after the electrical mouse pokémon, starting to heavily pant as my pace gradually slowed. "Raichu, please come back!"
I pouted as I was forced to stop, leaning over as I attempted to gasp for air. Rapidly, I licked my dry lips, sitting down as my breathing rate returned to normal and the beating of my erratic heart slowed. I looked around, seeing that the Raichu had disappeared; a grimace lined my face as I held back tears.
Eventually I turned my head to look around, hoping to see more pokémon in this mysterious field. I couldn't help but notice that the overly green grass that always lined the field was shorter than usual. I was half tempted to stand up and explore the area, but I didn't, knowing that it always ended up being the same; a grassland with no end.
I sighed as I curled up into a ball, hugging my knees to her chest. As impatience overcame me as I scrunched up my nose; I seemed to be endlessly waiting for any other pokémon to show themselves. I had come here enough times to recognize that the pokémon would only come out when I was silent.
As I began to fiddle with my light brown, shoulder length locks of hair, I looked up to the almost blindingly white sky, squinting my eyes as I attempted to spot any flying pokémon. The longer I stared into the white light, the brighter it seemed to become, soon forcing my gaze back to the soft grass.
Suddenly, there it was. I spotted an Abra limping along in the grass, which had seemed to have grow centimetres in the short time that I had looked away.
"Abra!" I squeaked, rushing over to see if the obviously injured pokémon was okay. I was mere steps away when the pokémon caught sight of me, instantly teleporting away in a flurry of purple and yellow. My eyebrows instantly scrunched up, disappointment shining in my eyes.
As I sat down once again, I noticed the grass suddenly darkening as it fell limp. I knew that my time here was over as the cloudless white sky faded to a grey, nearly reaching black as everything began spinning. Eventually I shut my eyes, trying to prevent dizziness as the ground below me faded into nothingness.
I pouted as I was forced to stop, leaning over as I attempted to gasp for air. Rapidly, I licked my dry lips, sitting down as my breathing rate returned to normal and the beating of my erratic heart slowed. I looked around, seeing that the Raichu had disappeared; a grimace lined my face as I held back tears.
Eventually I turned my head to look around, hoping to see more pokémon in this mysterious field. I couldn't help but notice that the overly green grass that always lined the field was shorter than usual. I was half tempted to stand up and explore the area, but I didn't, knowing that it always ended up being the same; a grassland with no end.
I sighed as I curled up into a ball, hugging my knees to her chest. As impatience overcame me as I scrunched up my nose; I seemed to be endlessly waiting for any other pokémon to show themselves. I had come here enough times to recognize that the pokémon would only come out when I was silent.
As I began to fiddle with my light brown, shoulder length locks of hair, I looked up to the almost blindingly white sky, squinting my eyes as I attempted to spot any flying pokémon. The longer I stared into the white light, the brighter it seemed to become, soon forcing my gaze back to the soft grass.
Suddenly, there it was. I spotted an Abra limping along in the grass, which had seemed to have grow centimetres in the short time that I had looked away.
"Abra!" I squeaked, rushing over to see if the obviously injured pokémon was okay. I was mere steps away when the pokémon caught sight of me, instantly teleporting away in a flurry of purple and yellow. My eyebrows instantly scrunched up, disappointment shining in my eyes.
As I sat down once again, I noticed the grass suddenly darkening as it fell limp. I knew that my time here was over as the cloudless white sky faded to a grey, nearly reaching black as everything began spinning. Eventually I shut my eyes, trying to prevent dizziness as the ground below me faded into nothingness.
"Malena, wake up," the mother of the sleeping girl shouted, gently shaking her right shoulder. "You'll be late for school."
The blue-eyed girl gently bit her lip as her eyes fluttered open, widening slightly as she realized that she was in her room. "Mum, I dreamed of pokémon again! I saw Abra, and even Raichu!"
The woman sighed at her daughter, shaking her head slightly. "Malena, you know that those pokémon became extinct many years ago." The brunette felt her shoulder's droop as she was reminded. "The only pokémon that still exist are the ones we eat, like Magikarp and Tauros. Now go and get ready for school."
Malena couldn't help but grimace at her female parent's words. The girl still ate pokémon meat, although she always tried not to think about the fact that it was made of real pokémon.
"I'm going, mother," she grumbled, searching for her white pokémon cap, which had a picture of mew sown onto the front.
Malena soon located it under her bed, placing it on the small desk in the corner of the room as she hunted for her other clothes. The girl soon found her white short-sleeved top, which had a large Eevee in the middle, and her short denim shorts.
Malena grabbed her large navy-blue schoolbag, which had been lazily thrown onto the floor the night before. After placing her mew cap on her head, she stumbled towards the kitchen, eager to start her day.
Once the girl had entered the kitchen, and idly dropped her bag on the floor, she flung open the cupboard, her eyes widening as she realized that there was no more of her favourite cereal. Sighing slightly, the girl reached for the tasteless cornflakes that her mother constantly ate.
As Malena forced down the meal, her mind wandered back to the recurring dreams she'd been having; the ones that contained the pokémon that she'd learned about it history class.
"They were so real," the girl mumbled to herself, thinking back to the Raichu, which had been running on all four legs. The small brown stripes that had lined the creature's back were blurred slightly from the speed of the running; the ears of the pokémon had been waving wildly. The girl briefly recalled that the tail had been lying limply on the ground, although she didn't know why. "Could the Raichu have been injured too?"
Malena's eyebrows scrunched up as she pressed her mouth into a thin, straight line; the thought of the limping Abra bothered her. The brunette couldn't help but try to recall whether any of the pokémon in her previous dreams had seemed hurt in any way.
She gasped as she realized that the Togekiss from one of her earlier dreams had been gliding at a slight angle, one wing obviously more capable than the other; while the Charmander she'd seen had a flame on its tail that was barely as large has her thumb, and her hands were quite small for a ten-year old.
"What's going on with my dreams?" she sighed, abandoning her breakfast in favour of once again grabbing her bag, then rushing out the door. The girl was determined to get to school; she had to discuss the strange occurrences in her dreams with her friends.
It didn't take Malena long to arrive at the red-bricked one-level building that was school; she lived in an extremely small town in the Sinnoh region, pretty much everywhere was within walking distance. The brunette stumbled up to the main entrance, grumbling under her breath as she realized that it was locked.
"How come I can't get in!" she exclaimed, causing a grazing Pidgey to blankly stare at her. "It's only... eight o-clock?" The brunette gasped as she realized how early she was; school didn't start for another half-hour.
Malena decided to spend some time on her school's playground, knowing that it would probably make time fly by. The girl stretching her arms briefly before jumping onto the swing; her favourite piece of equipment. Quickly she propelled herself back and forth, hoping that the simple action would cause time to speed up.
"If only I had a Dialga," the girl mused, chuckling slightly. "I could just time-travel."
Malena swung back and forth, her legs slowly beginning to rock in an almost robotic way; as she felt herself going higher and higher, she shut her eyes, allowing the slightly cool wind to brush her face.
The girl let out a slight giggle as she started to pretend that she wasn't on the swing; that she was actually sitting on the back of a powerful pokèmon called Flygon. She gradually allowed her imagination to take over; she started out believing that she was simply sitting on the dragon pokemon's back, but eventually she pretended that she and the Flygon were battling raging winds as thy tried to save the world from an unknown threat.
"Malena!" the brunette jumped in fright as someone snapper her from the daydream, nearly causing her to fall off the swing. Malena noticed that the playground had gradually filled with various laughing kids as her mind had wandered. The girl briefly waved to a brown-haired boy named Rory before turning her head in the direction of the voice.
"Cassidy?" the brunette stated, immediately slowing down the swing until she was able to jump off.
"Let me guess," the taller girl stated, running her hand through her long blonde hair and raising her left eyebrow slightly, "you had another pokémon dream."
Immediately Malena nodded, sheepishly grinning as Cassidy rolled her eyes. The girl quickly attempted to recall the pokemon's descriptions; she knew that the blonde wouldn't know a pokémon from just its name.
"I saw the electric mouse pokémon, Raichu, as well as the psi pokémon, Abra." the girl's excited high pitch voice faded a bit as she continued to speak, her hands on her hips. "I noticed something different in this one though."
"And what was that?" Cassidy questioned curiosity shining in her hazel eyes as she saw the brunette's frown deepen.
"They," Malena paused for a second, shakily inhaling before continuing to speak. 'They were hurt." Her blonde friend let out a grunt of acknowledgement. "It caused me to realize that most of the pokémon, if not all, from my other dreams were injured too."
The young blonde's eyes temporarily widened, although they soon returned to their normal size as the girl took a deep breath. "You know that dreams are based on the last thing a person was thinking before they fell asleep? You must be kind of messed up."
Instantly Malena felt fire in her heart as she gritted her teeth. "I would never want to hurt a pokémon."
The brunette knew that her friend was only teasing her; however, she hated it when people unnecessarily injured pokémon. She still remembered the day she had pushed a boy over because he was throwing rocks at a Pidgey; she was generally not a violent person, however the powerful creatures seemed to bring that out in her.
"Chill," was all Cassidy mumbled before the two fell into silence; eventually the taller girl nudged her head towards the door, causing the two to walk into the now unlocked building.
"We have history class first," Malena gleefully exclaimed, her eyes glistening, as she looked at the whiteboard that contained their schedule; the girl scrunched her eyebrows up slightly as she realized that all the tiny board said was 'period 1 - history', but she soon shrugged it off, presuming that the teacher forgot to write periods two to six.
Pretty much everyone in the town knew of the brunette's love for the first class of the day, history; the class where they learned about the pokémon of the past. Those who forgot the young brunette's name would simply call her 'the Pokémaniac'.
The two girls easily found seats together in their fourth grade class; most students were chatting and joking about how they wished the teacher wouldn't show up; Malena was the opposite. The ten-year old was currently fiddling with her fingers as she bit her lip; she was twitching in her seat, unable to sit still. The only time this girl seemed to have patience was when she was in her mysterious dream pokémon world.
The brunette nearly jumped up in excitement as the teacher finally walked in, five minutes late for class.
"Sorry I was late, boys and girls," her teacher exclaimed with a sheepish laugh, scratching his greying mustache. "But something very special is happening today."
Malena felt endless energy fill her body as the relatively old man pulled suitcase from his worn leather bag. Slowly he put it on his desk; standing in front of it to prevent the class from seeing. The brunette was sitting on the edge of her seat as she heard the metallic click of the suitcase's latches. The teacher pulled one of the mysterious objects out; the rustling of tissue paper could be heard as he did.
"Turn around already!" Malena heard one of her peers exclaim, causing her to vigorously nod her head in agreement.
The teacher let out chuckle at his student's impatience, before slowly turning around, only to hide the small object behind his back; almost every one in the class let out a collective groan. "Alright, here it is!"
Malena's eyes widened as the small red and white sphere was revealed. It was a pokeball. Malena had been begging her mum to get one for months, only to be rejected because her mum thought they were stupid.
"Yes, Malena, it's a pokeballl." the brunette felt her face flush in embarrassment as she realized that she had automatically jumped up and exclaimed 'pokeball'; most of the class were now staring at her with one eyebrow raised, while other children were sniggering at her.
Malena promptly sat down, lowering her head onto her desk in an attempt to draw attention away from herself.
"These were used to catch pokemon for battle," the history teacher began to exclaim, causing Malena to tune out; she had spent countless hours researching this sphere; even going to the to the towns' small library.
"And today we're getting out of the classroom." Malena felt herself begin to focus at these words. A grin finding its way onto her face as she tediously attempted to recall the last time they went outside during school hours. "We're going to the lake to go fishing for Magicarp! You can all catch them in your pokeballs, then bring them back to your parents for dinner."
Malena sighed a bit after her teacher's words; she didn't want to use her pokeball on the Magicarp that were genetically modified not to evolve. The girl wanted to find a powerful and cool pokemon, like Luxray, even though she knew that they apparently no longer existed.
"Everyone come and take a pokeball, there's only one for everyone though, so don't be greedy." Everyone slowly began shuffling up to the teacher's desk, bar Malena, who sprinted there, nearly tripping two of her classmates in the process.
She snatched a pokeball from the suitcase, ignoring the protesting rustle of tissue paper. The girl then rushed back to her seat, eager to begin testing it out. The girl started out by pressing the little white button on the front of the device, giggling as the tiny ball expanded to a size larger than her hand.
"Go, pokemon!" Malena shouted, throwing the pokeball up in the air as the rest of the class once again turned to stare at her.
The pokeball went quite high, before freezing in mid air. Malena felt herself gasp and stumble backwards as she the red and white sphere opened; however, a few seconds later the ball closed and dropped back towards the ground.
"It was empty?" the girl sighed to herself as she successfully attempted to catch it.
"You really thought that a pokemon would be in there?" Cassidy bluntly added as she walked up to her friend, pokeball in hand.
"Ugh, shut up Cassy." Malena joked, sticking her tounge out; although internally she felt extreme disappointment that the tiny ball was empty; she felt slightly empty.
"Never use my nickname!" Cassidy immediately warned through gritted teeth.
Malena simply chuckled at her slightly pessimistic friend, before watching the various other children throw up their pokeballs; all were empty.
"Come on, class." the old teacher exclaimed, scratching his mustache again as he pointed towards the door. "Out to the bus."
Malena trudged out of the classroom and onto the bus with the rest of the class; not excited about the trip to Magicarp lake at all. The girl felt herself slouch as she allowed Cassidy to sit in the window seat of the bus, collapsing in the seat next to the blonde. A grimace appeared on her face as she rested her head on her hands.
"What's wrong with you?" Cassidy questioned, raising her left eyebrow for the umpteenth time that day. "You love this sort of stuff."
For a while Malena just sighed at her friend; as the bus began to drive the brunette exclaimed, "I just don't want a pokémon like Magicarp, that's all."
"A Miltank?" Cassidy questioned, causing Malena to shake her head. "A Touros? A Pidgey?"
"No!" Malena exclaimed, successfully quieting her friend. " I want a real pokemon. In the old days, when people were our age, they'd receive a Chimchar, Piplup or Turtwig!" The blonde girl opened her mouth to reply, however Malena rapidly continued to rant. "And I know they supposedly don't exist anymore, but I believe that they're still out there somewhere; that all the pokemon are."
Cassidy simply shook her head at her friend, unsure as to how the girl could be so positive; she knew that the brunette would eventually be crushed when she finally accepted that those pokémon had died out. The blonde unfortunately knew that the girl would probably force her to crawl through some dark soggy cave before that stage of acceptance.
"We're here!" the teacher over enthusiastically exclaimed as the bus pulled to a stop. "Everyone out!"
Malena and Cassidy sat in silence for a while, waiting for the stampede of students to leave the bus before they finally stood up and stumbled out.
The teacher gently rubbed the back of his neck. "Everyone sit on the grass while I go to the storehouse and grab the fishing lines. Can you help me, Rory and Michael?"
The aforementioned boys begrudgingly followed the teacher as their friends stuck out their tongues, hysterically giggling at the two chosen boys.
"I don't even want to fish for Magicarp," the brunette huffed as she sat down on the soft grass.
"Don't then," Cassidy muttered, jumping slightly as a Magicarp suddenly sprung out of the water, flailing in the air before dropping back down into the lake.
"Fine, I won't!" Malena replied, half because she didn't really wan to, and half because she took Cassidy's words as a challenge; she wasn't one to back down.
As the teacher came back with numerous fishing rods, Cassidy and Malena sat still, the latter with her nose pointing towards the sky. Hours passed as the two girls sat on the grass, talking to each other about their various interests.
"So..." Cassidy began, trailing off, "have you saved up enough money for that fully completed pokedex yet?"
"No." Malena huffed, grimacing at her friend. "The more I save the expensiver it seems to become."
"You are aware that isn't a word?" Cassidy questioned her friend with a smirk; the brunette simply shrugged. "You can have my pokeball if you like?"
Malena allowed a squeal to escape her lips as the blonde unenthusiastically threw the small device at her.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Malena squeaked out as she caught the tiny ball. "Now I have two pokeballs for when I discover proper pokémon."
Malena could see the corners of the taller girl's lips twitching slightly; she could tell that the blonde was itching to inform her that 'proper' pokémon would never be discovered, as they didn't exist. The brunette was glad that the girl was holding her tongue.
"I hope everyone's caught a Magicarp!" the two girl's suddenly heard the teacher exclaim, a chuckle escaping his lips. Instantly Malena heard a murmur of voices, most of them exclaiming 'yes'. "Very good, back onto the bus."
Malena carefully stood up, placing the minimized pokeball that Cassidy had given her into the pocket of her short denim shorts, then rushed after her blonde friend, jumping onto the air-conditioned bus as the driver impatiently honked the horn.
The blue-eyed girl gently bit her lip as her eyes fluttered open, widening slightly as she realized that she was in her room. "Mum, I dreamed of pokémon again! I saw Abra, and even Raichu!"
The woman sighed at her daughter, shaking her head slightly. "Malena, you know that those pokémon became extinct many years ago." The brunette felt her shoulder's droop as she was reminded. "The only pokémon that still exist are the ones we eat, like Magikarp and Tauros. Now go and get ready for school."
Malena couldn't help but grimace at her female parent's words. The girl still ate pokémon meat, although she always tried not to think about the fact that it was made of real pokémon.
"I'm going, mother," she grumbled, searching for her white pokémon cap, which had a picture of mew sown onto the front.
Malena soon located it under her bed, placing it on the small desk in the corner of the room as she hunted for her other clothes. The girl soon found her white short-sleeved top, which had a large Eevee in the middle, and her short denim shorts.
Malena grabbed her large navy-blue schoolbag, which had been lazily thrown onto the floor the night before. After placing her mew cap on her head, she stumbled towards the kitchen, eager to start her day.
Once the girl had entered the kitchen, and idly dropped her bag on the floor, she flung open the cupboard, her eyes widening as she realized that there was no more of her favourite cereal. Sighing slightly, the girl reached for the tasteless cornflakes that her mother constantly ate.
As Malena forced down the meal, her mind wandered back to the recurring dreams she'd been having; the ones that contained the pokémon that she'd learned about it history class.
"They were so real," the girl mumbled to herself, thinking back to the Raichu, which had been running on all four legs. The small brown stripes that had lined the creature's back were blurred slightly from the speed of the running; the ears of the pokémon had been waving wildly. The girl briefly recalled that the tail had been lying limply on the ground, although she didn't know why. "Could the Raichu have been injured too?"
Malena's eyebrows scrunched up as she pressed her mouth into a thin, straight line; the thought of the limping Abra bothered her. The brunette couldn't help but try to recall whether any of the pokémon in her previous dreams had seemed hurt in any way.
She gasped as she realized that the Togekiss from one of her earlier dreams had been gliding at a slight angle, one wing obviously more capable than the other; while the Charmander she'd seen had a flame on its tail that was barely as large has her thumb, and her hands were quite small for a ten-year old.
"What's going on with my dreams?" she sighed, abandoning her breakfast in favour of once again grabbing her bag, then rushing out the door. The girl was determined to get to school; she had to discuss the strange occurrences in her dreams with her friends.
It didn't take Malena long to arrive at the red-bricked one-level building that was school; she lived in an extremely small town in the Sinnoh region, pretty much everywhere was within walking distance. The brunette stumbled up to the main entrance, grumbling under her breath as she realized that it was locked.
"How come I can't get in!" she exclaimed, causing a grazing Pidgey to blankly stare at her. "It's only... eight o-clock?" The brunette gasped as she realized how early she was; school didn't start for another half-hour.
Malena decided to spend some time on her school's playground, knowing that it would probably make time fly by. The girl stretching her arms briefly before jumping onto the swing; her favourite piece of equipment. Quickly she propelled herself back and forth, hoping that the simple action would cause time to speed up.
"If only I had a Dialga," the girl mused, chuckling slightly. "I could just time-travel."
Malena swung back and forth, her legs slowly beginning to rock in an almost robotic way; as she felt herself going higher and higher, she shut her eyes, allowing the slightly cool wind to brush her face.
The girl let out a slight giggle as she started to pretend that she wasn't on the swing; that she was actually sitting on the back of a powerful pokèmon called Flygon. She gradually allowed her imagination to take over; she started out believing that she was simply sitting on the dragon pokemon's back, but eventually she pretended that she and the Flygon were battling raging winds as thy tried to save the world from an unknown threat.
"Malena!" the brunette jumped in fright as someone snapper her from the daydream, nearly causing her to fall off the swing. Malena noticed that the playground had gradually filled with various laughing kids as her mind had wandered. The girl briefly waved to a brown-haired boy named Rory before turning her head in the direction of the voice.
"Cassidy?" the brunette stated, immediately slowing down the swing until she was able to jump off.
"Let me guess," the taller girl stated, running her hand through her long blonde hair and raising her left eyebrow slightly, "you had another pokémon dream."
Immediately Malena nodded, sheepishly grinning as Cassidy rolled her eyes. The girl quickly attempted to recall the pokemon's descriptions; she knew that the blonde wouldn't know a pokémon from just its name.
"I saw the electric mouse pokémon, Raichu, as well as the psi pokémon, Abra." the girl's excited high pitch voice faded a bit as she continued to speak, her hands on her hips. "I noticed something different in this one though."
"And what was that?" Cassidy questioned curiosity shining in her hazel eyes as she saw the brunette's frown deepen.
"They," Malena paused for a second, shakily inhaling before continuing to speak. 'They were hurt." Her blonde friend let out a grunt of acknowledgement. "It caused me to realize that most of the pokémon, if not all, from my other dreams were injured too."
The young blonde's eyes temporarily widened, although they soon returned to their normal size as the girl took a deep breath. "You know that dreams are based on the last thing a person was thinking before they fell asleep? You must be kind of messed up."
Instantly Malena felt fire in her heart as she gritted her teeth. "I would never want to hurt a pokémon."
The brunette knew that her friend was only teasing her; however, she hated it when people unnecessarily injured pokémon. She still remembered the day she had pushed a boy over because he was throwing rocks at a Pidgey; she was generally not a violent person, however the powerful creatures seemed to bring that out in her.
"Chill," was all Cassidy mumbled before the two fell into silence; eventually the taller girl nudged her head towards the door, causing the two to walk into the now unlocked building.
"We have history class first," Malena gleefully exclaimed, her eyes glistening, as she looked at the whiteboard that contained their schedule; the girl scrunched her eyebrows up slightly as she realized that all the tiny board said was 'period 1 - history', but she soon shrugged it off, presuming that the teacher forgot to write periods two to six.
Pretty much everyone in the town knew of the brunette's love for the first class of the day, history; the class where they learned about the pokémon of the past. Those who forgot the young brunette's name would simply call her 'the Pokémaniac'.
The two girls easily found seats together in their fourth grade class; most students were chatting and joking about how they wished the teacher wouldn't show up; Malena was the opposite. The ten-year old was currently fiddling with her fingers as she bit her lip; she was twitching in her seat, unable to sit still. The only time this girl seemed to have patience was when she was in her mysterious dream pokémon world.
The brunette nearly jumped up in excitement as the teacher finally walked in, five minutes late for class.
"Sorry I was late, boys and girls," her teacher exclaimed with a sheepish laugh, scratching his greying mustache. "But something very special is happening today."
Malena felt endless energy fill her body as the relatively old man pulled suitcase from his worn leather bag. Slowly he put it on his desk; standing in front of it to prevent the class from seeing. The brunette was sitting on the edge of her seat as she heard the metallic click of the suitcase's latches. The teacher pulled one of the mysterious objects out; the rustling of tissue paper could be heard as he did.
"Turn around already!" Malena heard one of her peers exclaim, causing her to vigorously nod her head in agreement.
The teacher let out chuckle at his student's impatience, before slowly turning around, only to hide the small object behind his back; almost every one in the class let out a collective groan. "Alright, here it is!"
Malena's eyes widened as the small red and white sphere was revealed. It was a pokeball. Malena had been begging her mum to get one for months, only to be rejected because her mum thought they were stupid.
"Yes, Malena, it's a pokeballl." the brunette felt her face flush in embarrassment as she realized that she had automatically jumped up and exclaimed 'pokeball'; most of the class were now staring at her with one eyebrow raised, while other children were sniggering at her.
Malena promptly sat down, lowering her head onto her desk in an attempt to draw attention away from herself.
"These were used to catch pokemon for battle," the history teacher began to exclaim, causing Malena to tune out; she had spent countless hours researching this sphere; even going to the to the towns' small library.
"And today we're getting out of the classroom." Malena felt herself begin to focus at these words. A grin finding its way onto her face as she tediously attempted to recall the last time they went outside during school hours. "We're going to the lake to go fishing for Magicarp! You can all catch them in your pokeballs, then bring them back to your parents for dinner."
Malena sighed a bit after her teacher's words; she didn't want to use her pokeball on the Magicarp that were genetically modified not to evolve. The girl wanted to find a powerful and cool pokemon, like Luxray, even though she knew that they apparently no longer existed.
"Everyone come and take a pokeball, there's only one for everyone though, so don't be greedy." Everyone slowly began shuffling up to the teacher's desk, bar Malena, who sprinted there, nearly tripping two of her classmates in the process.
She snatched a pokeball from the suitcase, ignoring the protesting rustle of tissue paper. The girl then rushed back to her seat, eager to begin testing it out. The girl started out by pressing the little white button on the front of the device, giggling as the tiny ball expanded to a size larger than her hand.
"Go, pokemon!" Malena shouted, throwing the pokeball up in the air as the rest of the class once again turned to stare at her.
The pokeball went quite high, before freezing in mid air. Malena felt herself gasp and stumble backwards as she the red and white sphere opened; however, a few seconds later the ball closed and dropped back towards the ground.
"It was empty?" the girl sighed to herself as she successfully attempted to catch it.
"You really thought that a pokemon would be in there?" Cassidy bluntly added as she walked up to her friend, pokeball in hand.
"Ugh, shut up Cassy." Malena joked, sticking her tounge out; although internally she felt extreme disappointment that the tiny ball was empty; she felt slightly empty.
"Never use my nickname!" Cassidy immediately warned through gritted teeth.
Malena simply chuckled at her slightly pessimistic friend, before watching the various other children throw up their pokeballs; all were empty.
"Come on, class." the old teacher exclaimed, scratching his mustache again as he pointed towards the door. "Out to the bus."
Malena trudged out of the classroom and onto the bus with the rest of the class; not excited about the trip to Magicarp lake at all. The girl felt herself slouch as she allowed Cassidy to sit in the window seat of the bus, collapsing in the seat next to the blonde. A grimace appeared on her face as she rested her head on her hands.
"What's wrong with you?" Cassidy questioned, raising her left eyebrow for the umpteenth time that day. "You love this sort of stuff."
For a while Malena just sighed at her friend; as the bus began to drive the brunette exclaimed, "I just don't want a pokémon like Magicarp, that's all."
"A Miltank?" Cassidy questioned, causing Malena to shake her head. "A Touros? A Pidgey?"
"No!" Malena exclaimed, successfully quieting her friend. " I want a real pokemon. In the old days, when people were our age, they'd receive a Chimchar, Piplup or Turtwig!" The blonde girl opened her mouth to reply, however Malena rapidly continued to rant. "And I know they supposedly don't exist anymore, but I believe that they're still out there somewhere; that all the pokemon are."
Cassidy simply shook her head at her friend, unsure as to how the girl could be so positive; she knew that the brunette would eventually be crushed when she finally accepted that those pokémon had died out. The blonde unfortunately knew that the girl would probably force her to crawl through some dark soggy cave before that stage of acceptance.
"We're here!" the teacher over enthusiastically exclaimed as the bus pulled to a stop. "Everyone out!"
Malena and Cassidy sat in silence for a while, waiting for the stampede of students to leave the bus before they finally stood up and stumbled out.
The teacher gently rubbed the back of his neck. "Everyone sit on the grass while I go to the storehouse and grab the fishing lines. Can you help me, Rory and Michael?"
The aforementioned boys begrudgingly followed the teacher as their friends stuck out their tongues, hysterically giggling at the two chosen boys.
"I don't even want to fish for Magicarp," the brunette huffed as she sat down on the soft grass.
"Don't then," Cassidy muttered, jumping slightly as a Magicarp suddenly sprung out of the water, flailing in the air before dropping back down into the lake.
"Fine, I won't!" Malena replied, half because she didn't really wan to, and half because she took Cassidy's words as a challenge; she wasn't one to back down.
As the teacher came back with numerous fishing rods, Cassidy and Malena sat still, the latter with her nose pointing towards the sky. Hours passed as the two girls sat on the grass, talking to each other about their various interests.
"So..." Cassidy began, trailing off, "have you saved up enough money for that fully completed pokedex yet?"
"No." Malena huffed, grimacing at her friend. "The more I save the expensiver it seems to become."
"You are aware that isn't a word?" Cassidy questioned her friend with a smirk; the brunette simply shrugged. "You can have my pokeball if you like?"
Malena allowed a squeal to escape her lips as the blonde unenthusiastically threw the small device at her.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Malena squeaked out as she caught the tiny ball. "Now I have two pokeballs for when I discover proper pokémon."
Malena could see the corners of the taller girl's lips twitching slightly; she could tell that the blonde was itching to inform her that 'proper' pokémon would never be discovered, as they didn't exist. The brunette was glad that the girl was holding her tongue.
"I hope everyone's caught a Magicarp!" the two girl's suddenly heard the teacher exclaim, a chuckle escaping his lips. Instantly Malena heard a murmur of voices, most of them exclaiming 'yes'. "Very good, back onto the bus."
Malena carefully stood up, placing the minimized pokeball that Cassidy had given her into the pocket of her short denim shorts, then rushed after her blonde friend, jumping onto the air-conditioned bus as the driver impatiently honked the horn.
I'd love to hear some con-crit; this is my first time writing with an OC as the protagonist, and I'm quite inexperienced with first person.
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
