RE: Life of a Pokemon Freak-Now with Chap 6
Jayj4-It couldn't all be fun and games....
Chiraami- Do I really need to report you?
Kaiserchu- I don't think Henry cared either, but
I cared, and that mattered I guess.
PokemonChamion-I seriously feel pity for you...
shampoothief-you act as if you have a
choice...
AUSA-I wasn't talking about the costume,(TONS of people dress up as ninjas, I wasn't worried about that) I was talking about the whole story about real life. That would be kind of taking my mojo...
julian99janssen-Um...anything to say about the actual story?
Pummel
tr.v. pum·meled also pum·melled, pum·mel·ing also pum·mel·ling, pum·mels also pum·mels
To beat, as with the fists; pommel: The angry crowd pummeled the thief. See Synonyms at beat.
Oh boy. You better prepare yourselves, because this chapter might actually surpass the two-page limit that ends up on most of the chapters that I write. I REALLY want to do a grammar sweep on this thing, but I’m not too sure how to and manage time while I’m at it. Making new chapters is a bigger priority than fixing the past ones. I hate that. Stupid mental list of importance!
On Monday, I enjoyed a borin-Wait, did I say
enjoyed?
I always hate Mondays. As I said in an earlier chapter, this coming Friday was going to be a big day, and it was. Instead of listing what I am going to say later on, I will tell you as I go, giving you a sense of surprise. I think that I am lacking that in this wonderful tale.
Friday morning, I woke up a five fifteen am, naturally. That is crazy for me. I guess I was excited. Well, that made the alarm clock I had set to six o’ clock useless. I turned it off, and got out of bed. I immediately woke up to see that the demon cat that my sister had “saved” from the streets was unloading its waste on my bag.
Background story for this cat is needed. Gabby found this thing on the street, I wasn’t there to witness. When she brought it in, Mom took care of it, washed it, and planned to take it to the pound. Oh, wouldn’t that be a dream. Gabby insisted we keep it, she has a deep love for animals. I, however, am completely different. No offense, but I absolutely, positively, undeniably HATE animals. I think part of it has to do with my love of Pokemon. After seeing these amazing creatures, animals look dumb and untalented to me. To sum it up, animals are just a cost of money. It may be some heartless accident from birth or something, but I don’t feel that “man’s best friend” bond that most humans seem to have. I don’t think I want it, either.
Anyways, this cat has been a pain in the butt since Gabby decided to save it. It has been, to me anyways, a total waste of time and money. The disrespectful brute does nothing but lay waste on valuable materials, and scratch people. Of course, Gabby and the rest of my family see beyond this as they see the “cute furball” try to catch the butterfly that is not real, only on TV. Or when it meows for food(which happens ALL THE TIME, by the way.). So, when that cat was peeing on my bag, I was furious. I had woke up completely happy, ready for on of the most fun-filled days of my life, and that cat had just peed all over it.
Literally.
I did what any sane human would do if they were me. I threw the thing against the wall, causing its waste to also go on Gabby during it’s flying trip. I immediately threw myself in the bathroom and closed the door. I grinned as I heard Gabby yell at the cat.
I still had an issue though, my bag was soiled. It’s a good thing I didn’t pack it last night, because that would have been awful. I took another bag that my Nana got me from Zimbabwe. It was a pain in the neck though, literally. I kept getting bruises from the thin straps digging into my body. It looked cool, but felt awful. Somewhat like makeup. (There is reasoning beyond having a naked face)
After riding the bus to school, I had to stop by the library. I silently thanked my mom for getting me the brownies I needed that day on such short notice. For some reason you couldn’t make the brownies, you had to buy them. I think the librarian was afraid we would poison the pastries if we had the option. I brought them in, and she thanked me for helping out for the bake sale. I needed to ask her something though.
“Um, can I buy these before lunch, since I will only have a good thirty minutes at the dance, and those will probably be eaten by the time I get there?”
She smiled and looked at me. Her wiry, dyed red hair looked even thinner in the light of the room.
“Sure, but you have to help me figure out what to price them.”
I groaned. I had to go to class now, which meant that I would have to do this before lunch. Also, I had to get something for Annie, that way, she would owe me something. (I have an addiction to people owing me stuff.)
Oh boy, anyways, lunch came along and me, Annie, and Eric ended up being late because it took so long. So late, that we ended up at the last table. I wasn’t too upset though. I had an extra brownie to handle. After lunch I walked to the band room. Mr. Williams, the band director, explained everything to us. I am not going to tell you now, because that would ruin the surprise.
After school, we rehearsed the music to play at the football game. For the first time, I put on the bass drum that attached to your body, the marching band kind. They were a lot lighter than I thought, but totally killed my shoulders. I can feel the knots even know that are at least three times bigger than they were earlier this month. Anyways, after practice, we ate dinner. Luckily, Subway was able to support us with their awesome catering. I ate quickly. I had a dance to get to. That’s right, I said dance.
The Halloween Dance was on that night. I was planning on staying with Annie and Eric at the high school, but, I had other duties. I stood in line to get my ticket or the dance. I was in my ninja costume. Beside me, Michael was just standing in his sweat jacket and jeans. I thought it was somewhat lame that he didn’t wear a costume to a Halloween Dance, but ignored that. I had to defend him for that evening, at least until seven, when we had to go back to the high school to head for the game. I immediately headed for the concession stand. I needed caffeine in my body to do what I was planning to do this evening.
Michael was on the dance floor, but the lights were on, and no music was playing. We were one of the first ones there. Why waste the effort if there were only twenty kids so far? I stood beside him, along with Jonathan, who was also planning on helping out. Soon enough, people came and filled up the dance floor. The lights dimmed, and music started to play. Of course, the DJ completely ignored the list of songs I gave him to play at the dance. All he played was rap and pop music. I only danced to that song by Missy Elliot, something about “jump on it” or something like that, I don’t really remember. Jonathan danced too, and I think we were the only ones that did. Everybody else was one of those rap obsessives that thought this song was lame, and where waiting to apparently fill their legs with stench, whatever that means. (Haha…rap diss….haha…)
Michael finally witnessed the nightmare he had been waiting for. Brogan came onto the floor.
Michael and Brogan had been grinding their teeth at each other for the past week about a girl. I thought it was a worthy fight; until I realized who the girl was. It was Brenna. I only know Brenna by Eric’s description and her looks. She seems to look nice, a bit annoying. She has this reddish brown hair, probably dyed, a thin figure, tons of freckles, and this may seem a bit insulting, but she had already gotten a face that made her look like a soccer mom. I don’t understand why, but that is what she reminds me of.
Eric lives across the street from Brenna. From his view, Brenna is annoying, loud, and likes Eric. This is surprising and depressing. So far, Brenna didn’t sound too good.
Brogan thought Brenna liked him. Michael and Brenna do Cross Country together, and Michael thought that Brenna liked him. I personally thought that Brogan would have been a better choice in looks, but whatever, this wasn’t really about me. On Friday morning, Michael completely set Brogan off by asking Brenna out,
right in front of Brogan’s face! Brenna, oblivious to the tension, accepted the offer and became Michael’s girlfriend. Brogan challenged him to a fight that night at the dance.
I guess that’s why he didn’t wear a costume. It would look kind of goofy to wear a costume while beating someone up. Brogan didn’t wear much of a costume either. But that didn’t matter at the time. It was show time. I had to prevent Michael from getting into that fight.
The reason I had to stop Michael from getting pummeled by Brogan is
A: Michael is my friend
B: I have a life-long dream of socking Michael in the face right after our high school graduation, since we would technically be “adults”.
So, I can’t hit a cripple, so Michael needed to stay alive.
It turns out I didn’t need to be there at all. When Brogan saw that I was protecting Michael, he immediately said that he was just joking. I was a bit disappointed, but whatever.
The football game came along finally. My mom texted me, saying that she wouldn’t make it. That was a bit of a downer, but Dad ended up making it. Unfortunately, it was so cold that he decided to stay in the truck. At least I got a ride a home.
Anyways, I ended up having a nice night. Dad gave me a ride home. I even ended up going trick-or-treating. Overall, it was a good weekend. I didn’t have enough time to write this over the weekend, so I decided to take advantage of my free time this evening and write this down.
Wow, five pages. Crazy stuff, guys…
