Well, I got an idea. That's about all. The name is later explained.
EDIT: It was mentioned that the sport at the beginning was basketball, but it's actually Baseball. Editing that...
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...And that's the game! The Jubilife Toxicroaks win the game. This is a bad season for the Fortree Absols. They've had a losing streak of a devastating nine games. Let's ask the captain of the Toxicroaks how he feels about winni-
The TV screen turned off, followed by random cursing.
"They can't win a single game, goddammit! They won the World Series last year!" The man yelled.
The room was cluttered horribly. A lamp or two, empty food containers, boxes of various sorts, shirts, pants, shoes, video game consoles, games, paddles, accessories, handheld console games, and the list goes on. The floor was strewn with these things.
There was a tiny TV on a TV stand, a bed, a dresser, two doors, and a window that were possibly seperatable from the stupidly large amounts of clutter.
One of the doors were ajar, leading to a basic bathroom.
Even then, the bed, dresser, TV stand, and even the TV itself all had Junk on top of them.
The dresser had A small, white corded phone, a radio, and a digital alarm clock on it that was noticeable from the junk. A few of the drawers were open, and stuffed full of clothes, and whoever did it, didn't do a very good job of it.
The radio was playing some sort of generic heavy metal song on a low volume, the alarm was going, though the hand reached over and stopped it.
The time read 7:29 AM. And then, after about five seconds, 7:30.
The man himself was actually pretty skinny. His shirt was gray, and stained with coffee. It noted that he was off his meds, or something like it. His pants were cut-off blue-jean shorts that were marked in sharpie, also stained with coffee. His shoes were black, and had many signs of wearing. A hole was starting to appear in the front, the soles were peeling, the shoelaces had no plastic things on the end, and they were covered in mud.
The man had blueish bags under his eyes, that were slightly bloodshot and were brown. His lips were dry, and his hair was black, and he had bed head. His hair went every which way. There was a small scar on the side of his head, though it was mostly covered by his hair.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Good morning, Lilycove resi-
His alarm went off again. This time, he actually turned it off instead of hitting snooze.
"Ugh, I got an hour to get ready for school..." He mumbled in an indifferent voice.
He used the bathroom, and headed into the living room through the other door.
The living room was basically the same as the other room, except it had a counter, a microwave, a fridge, cabinets, a sink, an oven, a table, a chair, couch, and somewhat larger TV. The room itself was also larger, being a combined kitchen and living room. A few of the cabinets were open, showing boxes of open cereal, and other random foods. He made himself a bowl of cereal and started eating at the table.
There was also four doors in there. Two were open, and one had a lock on it. The Two were the room he came out of and a closet, which seemed to carry numerous amounts of boxes.
The person finished his cereal and put it in his sink to pile on top of his already-large amount of dirty dishes.
If you compared, this room actually had much less junk than the bedroom, but was still, nevertheless, dirty.
He walked over the closed door that wasn't locked, and knocked on it.
"Mom, I gotta go to school soon!"
He waited. Nothing. He knocked again.
"Mom?"
When he was, again, ignored, he just grabbed his backpack, a blue and black shoulder bag, hoisted it around his shoulder, and almost walked out the door when his mom came out of her room.
"I'm disgusted. Change your clothes." She said, sleepily.
Her room, as you could peek by and see, was neat and clean. She was wearing a night gown, so he had obviously only just then woke her up. Her blonde hair was also messy.
"Too late." The man replied, and walked out the door, closing it behind him.
Well, you wouldn't call him a man, exactly. He seems more sixteen-ish.
Anyway, he walked down the hallway of the apartment bilding at a normal rate. The doors had different decorations or signs on them. There was red carpeting under his feet, but he didn't really care. He reached a set of stairs, and walked down them at a pretty fast rate. He headed out the door of the lobby, which had a small couch in it. Someone was reading a book while sitting on it. the room was actually worse than the hallways.
Once outside, he looked at the streets, which lacked cars. There was a small shack next to the building that housed a bunch of motorless vehicles.
He grabbed his skateboard, which had just plain white on the bottom, and walked outside.
"Lord Arceus, I hate skateboards, and my mom knows it.
Either way, he put the skateboard down, and rolled on, down four ledges that were very rocky, dodging people on the street, some looking shady.
The two main buildings, the huge department store and the art museum, hadn't opened yet, so he didn't have time to ponder. He went through the city to where the old lighthouse was. The school was built next to it a few years ago. A friend was waiting for him in front of the school. The kid hid his skateboard and walked on with the other kid.
The other kid was dressed in much nicer clothes. A red T-shirt with a Garchomp on it, clean Blue jeans, and new Airwalks. His hair was in a hairstyle that most people really didn't have a name for. He just looked decent with it.
"So, James, how did the homework go last night?" He asked.
"Please, call me Skittles. I don't want people knowing my real name. And I didn't get it done at all." James, or Skittles, evidently, replied.
"Why didn't you get it done?" He asked.
"Well, for one, it's hard to concentrate in that house, and two, I had to see if the Absols won yet. FIVE hours of overtime. Seriously, that's some kind of record." James replied.
"You given up on the Turtwigs yet?" James continued, "There's no way that they're getting anywhere."
"Yeah," his friend replied, "but I'm not that into Baseball. I prefer training Pokémon."
"You know, Juan, that's a hard thing to get into, and it doesn't pay much." James said.
"Yeah, but I enjoy it!" Juan complained back.
The school bell rang, and the two looked up at the school.
It was a big, brownish building with a flag on top of it. There were plain doors to get in, and a few windows visible from the outside.
At least it's not a campus... James thought as he walked in, shuddering at the thought.
The halls were pretty simple. Blue, tiled floors, brick walls, ceiling lights above us, and green lockers all the way down. James always wondered, why green?
There were, of course, heavy brown doors, leading into classrooms.
James stopped by his locker, and twisted the combination-lock.
"You'd think they'd have something better by now..." He mumbled as he twisted it.
When it got unlocked, all of his books, projects, and everything else fell to the ground.
All tattered. To shreds.
And I thought no sleep would screw up my days enough...
James kept walking, not bothering to close or pick up anything in front of his locket. He was enraged. As he passed by people, they gave him weird looks, because of his... looks.
James got to his class just on time. Room 207, English. He went in, and took a seat.
This room was much different. There were different, colorful mobiles hanging from the ceiling, a desk with magnets on it, A computer station in the back, and the whole room was painted light blue.
No wonder people called the teacher gay. Well, there was a substitute.
The teacher was dressed in a black shirt, gray sweat pants, and Tennis shoes.
James himself, even though in the middle of the school year, was still surprised that there was no dress code.
"Okay!" The teacher announced. He read just about all he did from a paper.
"Let's start by handing all our homework in!"
"Well, I've had worse..." James mumbled.
After noticing that around five people didn't get it in, he looked through the list and matched up the names.
"Okay. James, Anthony, Natalie, Sarah, and Matt didn't turn their homework in. I'll need an explanation."
Natalie and Anthony both already had their homework, but forgot to turn it in, which they did.
James salvaged through his bag. Nope, it was still in his locker, torn to shreds for no reason.
Sometimes, these people are completely unreasonable. They want an excuse. Those are usually ignored, James thought.
So the teacher came up to James, and asked him, "James, do you know where you put your homework?"
"I have three things to say to that," James replied with a glare. "One, I'd rather you cal me Skittles, or something else, at least. Two, leaning down to talk to me is rather insulting. Three, everything in my locker got vandalized."
"That's a bad excuse, 'Skittles'." The teacher replied.
"It's not an excuse, you wanna see it? Locker 137."
"Fine, come with me." The teacher said. He seemed weird. Evidently, he also had a short temper. When the two left the classroom, the teacher spoke in a hushed scowl.
"I don't have time for this! Just give me the homework."
"I don't have it."
"Then detention for you."
They walked back into the classroom. James took a seat, somewhat angrily.
"Like I said, bad excuse." The teacher announced. "Now, to continue the lesson plan, who here remembers what we talked about last?"
Someone raised their hand, and the class went on.
The rest of the classes that day were a little less annoying. Mainly because they weren't substitutes, so James just got detention from most, without leaving the room about it.
He stopped at his locker to get the books that he would, evidently, need to pay for, and dropped them into his bag. He wondered why the teachers acted so ridiculous, but at least it was Thursday. He couldn’t remember why, but they didn’t have school the next day. Then there was the weekend…
After thinking about how his mom would react to him having to pay Somewhere around $60 or more, he walked outside to go get his skateboard, which he still hated.
But, it was gone. That’s what I get for living in a neighborhood that is obsessed with skateboards, he thought.
After a small amount of walking, Juan caught up with James.
“So, how was your day?” He asked.
“Horrible. Do you have any idea why someone’s books would be vandalized?”
“Dunno,” Juan replied. He thought for a bit.
“Probably because of that fit you threw yesterday.”
“Huh?” James asked, wondering what he was talking about. “What fit- Oh yeah… Things were stupid after that, so I had forgotten.”
“Yeah, nice excuse.” Juan replied. He had reached his house, so James was left by himself.
He thought absentmindedly as he walked on, not talking out loud, like he usually did by himself.
So, It’s my own fault, and I forgot. Just makes me wanna punch myself in the face more… Well, lets go over what’ll happen when I get home.
First, my mom asks me how school was.
Then, she gets mad at me over the skate board and/or everything else.
After that, I get grounded. Good plan. Well, only plan.
After much pessimistic thinking, James was almost at his apartment. There wasn’t much to occupy himself other than sulking in his own thoughts, so he continued to do so. The sky was pretty cloudy, and if it rained, James wouldn’t be able to go anywhere, and he was looking forward to that Master contest later. Ruby, known as the best contest… Contestant, in Hoenn was going.
He walked up the stairs toward his apartment, and reached the door. He wasn’t looking forward to the large mass of homework that he would have to look up answers to online, but it’s not like he had a choice. He put the key in the lock and twisted it,
But the door didn’t unlock. He put in the other key, still nothing. There was a key missing. He had the mailbox key, the building key, but the actual key to his apartment was missing.
That’s when James’s patience broke.
God, I WANna SCREAM SO LOUD, I’M IN THIS APARTMENT BUILDING WITH NO KEY, I LOST MY BIKE, MY SCOOTER, AND MY SKATEBOARD BY NOW, IT’S MY OWN FAULT I GOT THIS EXTRA HOMEWORK AND I GOT TWO MOTHS OF DETENTION AND IT’S RAINING… AND I JUST WANNA KILL SOMETHING! %#&$ING @#$% *@@ &$(*$$ $*(&$!
He stormed outside, over-enraged by his bad luck. He let out a huge yell. Sure he was overreacting, but it was just his bad luck that he was bi-polar, wasn’t it?
He noticed that behind the shed where bikes were stored, and it was very shady, that someone was staring at him. His tears that were of annoyance, sadness, and anger, stopped for a minute.
“Lemme guess. You’re thinking I wont see you there. And when I do notice you, I go over to investigate. You grab me and rape, kidnap, or kill me, or a mix of it in any certain order for no reason.”
The person actually answered clearly.
“Well, I was only thinking the third option, except I have a good reason.”
James made a bad decision there. He just went with the person. Better than stewing in his own rage in the rain, he thought. Though, he would rather be in his apartment room.
The person didn’t grab James, but just told him to follow him. He listened, yet again thinking that it couldn’t be worse.
He took one look back before the building was out of site. A little glint of something shiny was on the ground. His apartment key.
Ah, figures. I’m already screwed by now… If only I had something I could fight with… Crap like this would never happen, He thought over-pessimistically. Thinking like that is what got him into the mess, wasn’t it?
EDIT: It was mentioned that the sport at the beginning was basketball, but it's actually Baseball. Editing that...
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Prolouge
...And that's the game! The Jubilife Toxicroaks win the game. This is a bad season for the Fortree Absols. They've had a losing streak of a devastating nine games. Let's ask the captain of the Toxicroaks how he feels about winni-
The TV screen turned off, followed by random cursing.
"They can't win a single game, goddammit! They won the World Series last year!" The man yelled.
The room was cluttered horribly. A lamp or two, empty food containers, boxes of various sorts, shirts, pants, shoes, video game consoles, games, paddles, accessories, handheld console games, and the list goes on. The floor was strewn with these things.
There was a tiny TV on a TV stand, a bed, a dresser, two doors, and a window that were possibly seperatable from the stupidly large amounts of clutter.
One of the doors were ajar, leading to a basic bathroom.
Even then, the bed, dresser, TV stand, and even the TV itself all had Junk on top of them.
The dresser had A small, white corded phone, a radio, and a digital alarm clock on it that was noticeable from the junk. A few of the drawers were open, and stuffed full of clothes, and whoever did it, didn't do a very good job of it.
The radio was playing some sort of generic heavy metal song on a low volume, the alarm was going, though the hand reached over and stopped it.
The time read 7:29 AM. And then, after about five seconds, 7:30.
The man himself was actually pretty skinny. His shirt was gray, and stained with coffee. It noted that he was off his meds, or something like it. His pants were cut-off blue-jean shorts that were marked in sharpie, also stained with coffee. His shoes were black, and had many signs of wearing. A hole was starting to appear in the front, the soles were peeling, the shoelaces had no plastic things on the end, and they were covered in mud.
The man had blueish bags under his eyes, that were slightly bloodshot and were brown. His lips were dry, and his hair was black, and he had bed head. His hair went every which way. There was a small scar on the side of his head, though it was mostly covered by his hair.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Good morning, Lilycove resi-
His alarm went off again. This time, he actually turned it off instead of hitting snooze.
"Ugh, I got an hour to get ready for school..." He mumbled in an indifferent voice.
He used the bathroom, and headed into the living room through the other door.
The living room was basically the same as the other room, except it had a counter, a microwave, a fridge, cabinets, a sink, an oven, a table, a chair, couch, and somewhat larger TV. The room itself was also larger, being a combined kitchen and living room. A few of the cabinets were open, showing boxes of open cereal, and other random foods. He made himself a bowl of cereal and started eating at the table.
There was also four doors in there. Two were open, and one had a lock on it. The Two were the room he came out of and a closet, which seemed to carry numerous amounts of boxes.
The person finished his cereal and put it in his sink to pile on top of his already-large amount of dirty dishes.
If you compared, this room actually had much less junk than the bedroom, but was still, nevertheless, dirty.
He walked over the closed door that wasn't locked, and knocked on it.
"Mom, I gotta go to school soon!"
He waited. Nothing. He knocked again.
"Mom?"
When he was, again, ignored, he just grabbed his backpack, a blue and black shoulder bag, hoisted it around his shoulder, and almost walked out the door when his mom came out of her room.
"I'm disgusted. Change your clothes." She said, sleepily.
Her room, as you could peek by and see, was neat and clean. She was wearing a night gown, so he had obviously only just then woke her up. Her blonde hair was also messy.
"Too late." The man replied, and walked out the door, closing it behind him.
Well, you wouldn't call him a man, exactly. He seems more sixteen-ish.
Anyway, he walked down the hallway of the apartment bilding at a normal rate. The doors had different decorations or signs on them. There was red carpeting under his feet, but he didn't really care. He reached a set of stairs, and walked down them at a pretty fast rate. He headed out the door of the lobby, which had a small couch in it. Someone was reading a book while sitting on it. the room was actually worse than the hallways.
Once outside, he looked at the streets, which lacked cars. There was a small shack next to the building that housed a bunch of motorless vehicles.
He grabbed his skateboard, which had just plain white on the bottom, and walked outside.
"Lord Arceus, I hate skateboards, and my mom knows it.
Either way, he put the skateboard down, and rolled on, down four ledges that were very rocky, dodging people on the street, some looking shady.
The two main buildings, the huge department store and the art museum, hadn't opened yet, so he didn't have time to ponder. He went through the city to where the old lighthouse was. The school was built next to it a few years ago. A friend was waiting for him in front of the school. The kid hid his skateboard and walked on with the other kid.
The other kid was dressed in much nicer clothes. A red T-shirt with a Garchomp on it, clean Blue jeans, and new Airwalks. His hair was in a hairstyle that most people really didn't have a name for. He just looked decent with it.
"So, James, how did the homework go last night?" He asked.
"Please, call me Skittles. I don't want people knowing my real name. And I didn't get it done at all." James, or Skittles, evidently, replied.
"Why didn't you get it done?" He asked.
"Well, for one, it's hard to concentrate in that house, and two, I had to see if the Absols won yet. FIVE hours of overtime. Seriously, that's some kind of record." James replied.
"You given up on the Turtwigs yet?" James continued, "There's no way that they're getting anywhere."
"Yeah," his friend replied, "but I'm not that into Baseball. I prefer training Pokémon."
"You know, Juan, that's a hard thing to get into, and it doesn't pay much." James said.
"Yeah, but I enjoy it!" Juan complained back.
The school bell rang, and the two looked up at the school.
It was a big, brownish building with a flag on top of it. There were plain doors to get in, and a few windows visible from the outside.
At least it's not a campus... James thought as he walked in, shuddering at the thought.
The halls were pretty simple. Blue, tiled floors, brick walls, ceiling lights above us, and green lockers all the way down. James always wondered, why green?
There were, of course, heavy brown doors, leading into classrooms.
James stopped by his locker, and twisted the combination-lock.
"You'd think they'd have something better by now..." He mumbled as he twisted it.
When it got unlocked, all of his books, projects, and everything else fell to the ground.
All tattered. To shreds.
And I thought no sleep would screw up my days enough...
James kept walking, not bothering to close or pick up anything in front of his locket. He was enraged. As he passed by people, they gave him weird looks, because of his... looks.
James got to his class just on time. Room 207, English. He went in, and took a seat.
This room was much different. There were different, colorful mobiles hanging from the ceiling, a desk with magnets on it, A computer station in the back, and the whole room was painted light blue.
No wonder people called the teacher gay. Well, there was a substitute.
The teacher was dressed in a black shirt, gray sweat pants, and Tennis shoes.
James himself, even though in the middle of the school year, was still surprised that there was no dress code.
"Okay!" The teacher announced. He read just about all he did from a paper.
"Let's start by handing all our homework in!"
"Well, I've had worse..." James mumbled.
After noticing that around five people didn't get it in, he looked through the list and matched up the names.
"Okay. James, Anthony, Natalie, Sarah, and Matt didn't turn their homework in. I'll need an explanation."
Natalie and Anthony both already had their homework, but forgot to turn it in, which they did.
James salvaged through his bag. Nope, it was still in his locker, torn to shreds for no reason.
Sometimes, these people are completely unreasonable. They want an excuse. Those are usually ignored, James thought.
So the teacher came up to James, and asked him, "James, do you know where you put your homework?"
"I have three things to say to that," James replied with a glare. "One, I'd rather you cal me Skittles, or something else, at least. Two, leaning down to talk to me is rather insulting. Three, everything in my locker got vandalized."
"That's a bad excuse, 'Skittles'." The teacher replied.
"It's not an excuse, you wanna see it? Locker 137."
"Fine, come with me." The teacher said. He seemed weird. Evidently, he also had a short temper. When the two left the classroom, the teacher spoke in a hushed scowl.
"I don't have time for this! Just give me the homework."
"I don't have it."
"Then detention for you."
They walked back into the classroom. James took a seat, somewhat angrily.
"Like I said, bad excuse." The teacher announced. "Now, to continue the lesson plan, who here remembers what we talked about last?"
Someone raised their hand, and the class went on.
The rest of the classes that day were a little less annoying. Mainly because they weren't substitutes, so James just got detention from most, without leaving the room about it.
He stopped at his locker to get the books that he would, evidently, need to pay for, and dropped them into his bag. He wondered why the teachers acted so ridiculous, but at least it was Thursday. He couldn’t remember why, but they didn’t have school the next day. Then there was the weekend…
After thinking about how his mom would react to him having to pay Somewhere around $60 or more, he walked outside to go get his skateboard, which he still hated.
But, it was gone. That’s what I get for living in a neighborhood that is obsessed with skateboards, he thought.
After a small amount of walking, Juan caught up with James.
“So, how was your day?” He asked.
“Horrible. Do you have any idea why someone’s books would be vandalized?”
“Dunno,” Juan replied. He thought for a bit.
“Probably because of that fit you threw yesterday.”
“Huh?” James asked, wondering what he was talking about. “What fit- Oh yeah… Things were stupid after that, so I had forgotten.”
“Yeah, nice excuse.” Juan replied. He had reached his house, so James was left by himself.
He thought absentmindedly as he walked on, not talking out loud, like he usually did by himself.
So, It’s my own fault, and I forgot. Just makes me wanna punch myself in the face more… Well, lets go over what’ll happen when I get home.
First, my mom asks me how school was.
Then, she gets mad at me over the skate board and/or everything else.
After that, I get grounded. Good plan. Well, only plan.
After much pessimistic thinking, James was almost at his apartment. There wasn’t much to occupy himself other than sulking in his own thoughts, so he continued to do so. The sky was pretty cloudy, and if it rained, James wouldn’t be able to go anywhere, and he was looking forward to that Master contest later. Ruby, known as the best contest… Contestant, in Hoenn was going.
He walked up the stairs toward his apartment, and reached the door. He wasn’t looking forward to the large mass of homework that he would have to look up answers to online, but it’s not like he had a choice. He put the key in the lock and twisted it,
But the door didn’t unlock. He put in the other key, still nothing. There was a key missing. He had the mailbox key, the building key, but the actual key to his apartment was missing.
That’s when James’s patience broke.
God, I WANna SCREAM SO LOUD, I’M IN THIS APARTMENT BUILDING WITH NO KEY, I LOST MY BIKE, MY SCOOTER, AND MY SKATEBOARD BY NOW, IT’S MY OWN FAULT I GOT THIS EXTRA HOMEWORK AND I GOT TWO MOTHS OF DETENTION AND IT’S RAINING… AND I JUST WANNA KILL SOMETHING! %#&$ING @#$% *@@ &$(*$$ $*(&$!
He stormed outside, over-enraged by his bad luck. He let out a huge yell. Sure he was overreacting, but it was just his bad luck that he was bi-polar, wasn’t it?
He noticed that behind the shed where bikes were stored, and it was very shady, that someone was staring at him. His tears that were of annoyance, sadness, and anger, stopped for a minute.
“Lemme guess. You’re thinking I wont see you there. And when I do notice you, I go over to investigate. You grab me and rape, kidnap, or kill me, or a mix of it in any certain order for no reason.”
The person actually answered clearly.
“Well, I was only thinking the third option, except I have a good reason.”
James made a bad decision there. He just went with the person. Better than stewing in his own rage in the rain, he thought. Though, he would rather be in his apartment room.
The person didn’t grab James, but just told him to follow him. He listened, yet again thinking that it couldn’t be worse.
He took one look back before the building was out of site. A little glint of something shiny was on the ground. His apartment key.
Ah, figures. I’m already screwed by now… If only I had something I could fight with… Crap like this would never happen, He thought over-pessimistically. Thinking like that is what got him into the mess, wasn’t it?
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You got a good start here, so I hope you do continue.