Nour386 (just Nour in the story): Hello my adoring fans!
Ash (7): but this is your first good story right?
Nour386: so?
Ash: how can you have fans if they haven’t read any of your good works?
Nour386: Grrr, you’ll regret that! I don’t own Pokémon!
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Dream sequence: My dream
There lay a young ebony haired young boy. Pretty much my age, lying down in the middle of a playground, crying. There many other children were ganging around him, punching him with their arms and kicking him with feet which were enveloped in mysterious blue orbs. The children were sniggering, nearby there was the sound of a bell; then even more children emerging from the doors that were nearby. They too started to join in the torment of the young boy. Soon it seemed that the entire school was attacking the defenceless boy. A couple of seconds later, the loud cracking of the boys bones resulted in whimpering cries for help, for someone, anyone to stop this torment. Meanwhile a group of teachers passed by ignoring the injured child, a couple of the teachers even paused to cheer the children on. Then all of a sudden the gang stopped and took a few steps away from what was left of the destroyed boy. Now that I had a better view, I could see that his arms and legs were completely annihilated, many teeth were knocked out, and his ribs looked badly damaged as well. Then out from the crowd came a purple haired boy, a cruel and heartless smirk filling his face, followed by a messy brown haired boy, who seemed to want to stop whatever the former had in mind. An argument broke out before the latter was pulled away by the crowd leaving the purple haired boy to commit whatever his sadistic mind had come up with. The pit of my stomach filled with dread as the purple haired boy stepped closer to the wounded boy. He stepped into the pool of blood as if it were plain water surrounding his victim to be. The purple hair child’s shoes made splashing sounds as he strode towards the injured child. He smirked just seconds before lifting his fist, the orb that surrounded it igniting. He made one quick movement, and it was clear that his attack was t- to... crack open the... young boys... h-h-head. As his flaming fist came within millimetres of its target...I screamed for the purple haired boy to stop this madness when.
My POV
“WAAH!” I gasped as I woke up with a start. I took a look around, there was no blood, no playground, and no evil sniggering mob of evil looking children. I looked at my bed side table, where I kept the pokéballs of my best friend. The first was a half white and half red ball; this contained my first Pokémon, a Turtwig. The second was entirely red bed that contained a Pokémon that was sent to me by mail, the letter something about being a mystery gift. The third was empty, for now that is. Any way I took a look at the alarm clock on my bed side table it read: 7:30 A.M. I was going to be late for the first day back to school! After rushing into my school uniform, it was a sport uniform because we have every subject every day, the uniform was a comfortable shirt that was short sleeved, the trousers were also very comfortable, they were a dark nay blue with a yellow strip on each shin that pointed inwards . I left my room and headed energetically to the kitchen, there my mum had left a note on the table that said the following: Gone to the day-care early. Your father’s in his study if you need anything before you go to school.
“Okay then I’ll just get myself some breakfast and ask dad to drop me off on one island and…..” I thought before blacking out. The next thing I saw was my turtwig looking worriedly at me. I took a better look to see that my dad was sitting near my bed doing some paper work to pass the time. When I opened my eyes properly, turtwig looked overjoyed and began to nuzzle me lovingly. My dad looked relieved, like he just dropped a forty kilogram bag off his back, and said “it’s lucky we had that stock of rawst berries. The doctor came round a couple of hours ago and said that you only had a fever.”
“O…okay” I said weakly “wait, a couple of hours ago? That means I’m going to be late for school!”
“Don’t worry, don’t worry! We spoke to the principle and they said it was alright we just needed a doctor’s certificate to prove you were sick.” he said and hastily added “and before you ask, yes I did get the certificate”
With that out of the way I tried getting up, but my father commented “The doctor said you should stay in bed for the rest of the day and eat some Rawst berries just to be safe. If you feel good tomorrow you can go to school.” This was alright I still had Turtwig with me, it wouldn’t that bad. Or would it? Probably not that bad.
Somewhere else…..( the previous day)
“You will listen and obey every school rule. Function like every other student, and most importantly.. You WILL not mention anything about this meeting!” rang the strict voice from behind the desk, which belonged to the deputy principle.
“Y..Y…Yes sir” said a faint voice overcome with fear.
“Excellent” he said in a less harsh tone. “Your uniform is outside in the box, your books will be next it and don’t forget to get your gloves that are under the box. And no you can’t wear them on the way home.” said the deputy.
“Y..Y...yes sir!” said a voice that seemed completely made from fear. Gratefully the raven haired boy scampered out of the room, picked up what was left for him outside the spacious office. He then exited the building, and was welcomed out by a great hug/tackle by his partner, Pichu, handed the cloths and books to his brother’s charizard who placed them in a bag that was hung from its neck. He flew off in a northern direction, the boy shivered and wished he had worn more than a his summer cloths, though true it was summer but at over 10 kilometres in the air it was impossible to tell when was the last time you felt warm. His thin cloths waving wildly in the strength of the wind, his yellow T-shirt with an orange line that went over the left shoulder, and his jeans shorts that only reached bellow his knees, where really making feel like a human popsicle, even while on char izard, the Pokémon was flying so quickly that there was more wind in his face than there was heat emanating from the dragon’s body. Then a sight made the freezing young boy smile with great happiness, his home town was there below him, Pallet. His first move, after the dragon landed next to the village square, was to return the giant dragon into its pokéball which, the boy’s eldest sibling loaned him for the occasion. He then set off in easterly direction until he reached a familiar sight, his home. The large white boarded house was the home of four blood relatives, Mrs. Delia Ketchum the mother of her three children, Reggie, the eldest brother one who always watches out for everyone in the village, many villagers joke that he is going to be the next village elder because of his neutrality in everything. Next is Yellow, she is pretty much a happy girl who is always taking care of her family, though she does wish her family didn’t have such bad luck. Lastly comes the raven haired boy we’ve been following, Ash Ketchum. He is at the age of seven, a cheery and supportive child who doesn’t give up, ever, that might change though.
The next day....
Third person POV (I’m home sick remember?):
There was the grand building that he exited a mere twelve hours ago, there were four towers that made the school resemble a castle, yet it seemed that these towers were there so that the inner area of the school could be seen clearly, but from the height of the towers this excuse seemed feeble. There many windows in the towers, these seemed to be for the many, many class rooms. There were giant walls that connected the four towers these had windows as well, so they must also have class rooms. The sea breeze blew the four flags that stood in front of the entrance. As the Ash walked through the entrance with his back pack on his back (obviously) he walked nervously through to the. He looked around and saw many children playing tag having races, discussing what happened to them over the holidays. In the middle of the frighteningly large playground was a map of the school, to the north west was the Kanto tower, to the north east was the Johto tower, to the south east was the hoenn tower and last but not least the Sinnoh Tower.
After finishing reading the map Ash realised that the playground was significantly emptier, he decided to hurry before he became late so he started to run. When he reached the tower the entrance seemed very welcoming, a sign with the word Kanto written in bold capital. Ash opened the door by the gigantic round handle he then saw that in side was a spiralling stair case, leading all the way towards the top of the tower, the young boy felt miniscule and insignificant from the sheer height if the building and it seemed a lot taller from the inside. He heard the buzz of students, young and old running along heading to their designated classrooms, Ash pulled out a folded piece of paper handed to him by the deputy the previous day, Room 5, it read but before he could read it properly, the note was knocked out of his hands by a group of kids around his age running to get to class on time. He picked himself up and grabbed the remanets of his paper, it was unreadable, and in dismay Ash scrapped his memory for what the paper had read. Nothing, zilch, zero, nil, he couldn’t remember, just great, now he would get in trouble and it wasn’t even Recess, then someone walked up from behind and asked “ Are you lost?”. Looking up Ash saw a messy brown haired boy, he seemed familiar, but Ash couldn’t put his finger on it. “I said: are you lost?” this snapped Ash back to reality,
“Y-yeah, the paper with the classroom I have to go got, kinda destroyed.” Replied Ash Rubbing the back of his head
“Well, If you like I can help you with that” said the Boy grinning he seemed as if he was waiting for an opportunity to say that line.
“I guess so, but how will you find out?” replied Ash with a puzzled look on his face.
“Well, according to the chart over there” he said pointing at a chart that was posted on a nearby pillar, with one hand while the other remained in his pocket. “Rooms are based of locations in Kanto, so the first question should be, where do you live?”
“Pallet Town” Replied a perplexed Ash
“Hmm. According to this....you’re in room 5. What a sec, that the same room I go to! looks like we’re in the same class.” Said Gary carefully reading the chart.
“Wow, Thanks for that....”
“Gary, Gary Oak” said Gary finishing Ash’s sentence for him “what’s your name?” he added
“Ash, Ash Ketchum” replied Ash proudly.
“Well we better get to class before we’re late!” said Gary playfully
“Gah! Your right! Lets hurry!” and with that the two new found friends ran off to classroom 5 to which they were welcomed by a stern glare by their teacher, Ms. Luca, for being late on the first day of school. She was less agitated at them when she heard that Gary was merely trying to help a new student find their way around.
After a long lesson about the history of the pokéball, which was only made worse to Ash as the rest of the class had done this the previous year, and had to study this again. The one thing about this study that fascinated Ash was the part that the teacher had explained as a “to be touched on later” section. In less broad terms the fact that some special pokéballs reacted to the users aura, hence forth making a thief feel pretty stupid if they were to steal it as it wouldn’t release the Pokémon.
Soon it was recess and everyone rushed out the door to get their food out of their bags. Ash left after grabbing half a sandwich, leaving the other half in his otherwise empty lunchbox. Nobody noticed his small lunch as they were all busy catching up with friends, talking about what they did over the holidays. Some went to foreign regions, others stayed home and played with the Pokémon and family. Gary on the other hand was bragging to the mob of first, second and kindergarteners, about how his Family all accomplished great many things, such as climbing a giant mountain, discovering a new species of Pokémon, going on a camping trip and capturing almost every single Pokémon within before releasing them all again. Ash just sat down nearby listening in silence while eating his half a sandwhich. Soon Gary finished talking and Ash was barely half way through his food, Gary came over and sat next to Ash, Out of the blue Ash asked “So... uhh what Pokémon do you have? It’s gotta be very strong if it helped you out like it did in your stories”
Gary was surprised since no one would ask him; he grinned and said “well since you asked nicely I’ll show you him in the daycare.”
“Day care?” Asked Ash puzzled
“yeah the daycare, the school rules say that no Pokémon are allowed out of their pokéballs or even on school grounds so no problems are caused, so everyone has to drop off their Pokémon at the day care and pick them up at the end of the day.” Explained Gary
“uh-oh” said Ash “ I still have my Pichu in its Pokéball!”
“let’s go drop it off before you get in trouble” offered Gary “I’ll show the way since
your still new here”
“Really? Thanks a lot Gary!” Said a happy Ash
“Well let’s go!” announced Gary
So the two friends headed to the day care which was right next to the entrance, (A/N how Ash missed that even I don’t know), but just as they were exiting the playground a yellow blur rushed past them, barely missing Gary. Ash on the other hand wasn’t so lucky, about a metre away they saw a kid rubbing the arm he landed on, and he had blond hair orange eyes and was glaring at Ash for getting in the way of his running. He got up and noticed Ash’s half eaten sandwich on the ground and his expression changed to a sympathetic one, he then helped Ash recover from the collision. After helping ash get up and pat the dust off his uniform, and said “Sorry about that, I should have looked where I was going, my names Barry, sorry about your sandwich”
“well nice to meet you” said Gary
“my..” began Ash
“don’t tell me your” Barry and Gary said in unison
“MY-“ continued Ash
“Gonna cry?” they finished
“ACHOO! Sandwich” finished Ash rubbing under his nose
“Okaaay, well we better get going right Ash?” said Gary
“where are you off to?” Asked Barry
“Day care, Ashy here forgo to drop off his Pichu” Replied Gary
“GAH! I knew I forgot something, Can I go with you? I have to drop off my prinplup””
“Sure why not, and by the way, what tower are you from? I’ve never seen you around the Kanto Tower so you’re probably not from there” Said Gary
“you’re right there, I’m from the Sinnoh Tower” he said rubbing under his nose with pride
“uhh you guys,” interrupted Ash
“yeah” the both said in unison
“isn’t the bell gonna ring in ten minutes?” asked Ask
“Gah! You’re right! Let’s run for it!” then the three friends ran off towards the Day
care. Ash and Barry dropped off their Pokémon and Gary showed them his, a Wartortle, “My grandfather gave me him when I was three. We’ve been best friends ever since” explained Gary. “woah” came the astonished voices of his two new friends. Soon the bell rang and the three friends ran off to class, promising to meet during the lunch break, Gary and Ash running off to the Kanto tower, and Barry Running at full pelt, naturally, towards the Sinnoh tower. Gary and Ash entered the Class room and quickly sat down in their seats and got their books ready. Soon the teacher came in and said “Class we’re going to have Physical education for the rest of the day” this was replied by a puzzled look from the rest of the class. She then added “P.E.?” which was returned with a loud cheer from the class. “Everyone quiet down” she calmly said “ you are all to line up in two lines boys to the left girls to the right” Soon all of the class inside room 5 were standing impatiently outside awaiting the exciting activities the subject always promised.
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Nour386: soo what do ya think?
Ash: it seems a bit blocky
Nour386: shut up
Ash: b-b-bu-but why?
Nour386: I don’t know, it's the copy paste doesn't copy the lines made by the enter key
Ash (7): but this is your first good story right?
Nour386: so?
Ash: how can you have fans if they haven’t read any of your good works?
Nour386: Grrr, you’ll regret that! I don’t own Pokémon!
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Dream sequence: My dream
There lay a young ebony haired young boy. Pretty much my age, lying down in the middle of a playground, crying. There many other children were ganging around him, punching him with their arms and kicking him with feet which were enveloped in mysterious blue orbs. The children were sniggering, nearby there was the sound of a bell; then even more children emerging from the doors that were nearby. They too started to join in the torment of the young boy. Soon it seemed that the entire school was attacking the defenceless boy. A couple of seconds later, the loud cracking of the boys bones resulted in whimpering cries for help, for someone, anyone to stop this torment. Meanwhile a group of teachers passed by ignoring the injured child, a couple of the teachers even paused to cheer the children on. Then all of a sudden the gang stopped and took a few steps away from what was left of the destroyed boy. Now that I had a better view, I could see that his arms and legs were completely annihilated, many teeth were knocked out, and his ribs looked badly damaged as well. Then out from the crowd came a purple haired boy, a cruel and heartless smirk filling his face, followed by a messy brown haired boy, who seemed to want to stop whatever the former had in mind. An argument broke out before the latter was pulled away by the crowd leaving the purple haired boy to commit whatever his sadistic mind had come up with. The pit of my stomach filled with dread as the purple haired boy stepped closer to the wounded boy. He stepped into the pool of blood as if it were plain water surrounding his victim to be. The purple hair child’s shoes made splashing sounds as he strode towards the injured child. He smirked just seconds before lifting his fist, the orb that surrounded it igniting. He made one quick movement, and it was clear that his attack was t- to... crack open the... young boys... h-h-head. As his flaming fist came within millimetres of its target...I screamed for the purple haired boy to stop this madness when.
My POV
“WAAH!” I gasped as I woke up with a start. I took a look around, there was no blood, no playground, and no evil sniggering mob of evil looking children. I looked at my bed side table, where I kept the pokéballs of my best friend. The first was a half white and half red ball; this contained my first Pokémon, a Turtwig. The second was entirely red bed that contained a Pokémon that was sent to me by mail, the letter something about being a mystery gift. The third was empty, for now that is. Any way I took a look at the alarm clock on my bed side table it read: 7:30 A.M. I was going to be late for the first day back to school! After rushing into my school uniform, it was a sport uniform because we have every subject every day, the uniform was a comfortable shirt that was short sleeved, the trousers were also very comfortable, they were a dark nay blue with a yellow strip on each shin that pointed inwards . I left my room and headed energetically to the kitchen, there my mum had left a note on the table that said the following: Gone to the day-care early. Your father’s in his study if you need anything before you go to school.
“Okay then I’ll just get myself some breakfast and ask dad to drop me off on one island and…..” I thought before blacking out. The next thing I saw was my turtwig looking worriedly at me. I took a better look to see that my dad was sitting near my bed doing some paper work to pass the time. When I opened my eyes properly, turtwig looked overjoyed and began to nuzzle me lovingly. My dad looked relieved, like he just dropped a forty kilogram bag off his back, and said “it’s lucky we had that stock of rawst berries. The doctor came round a couple of hours ago and said that you only had a fever.”
“O…okay” I said weakly “wait, a couple of hours ago? That means I’m going to be late for school!”
“Don’t worry, don’t worry! We spoke to the principle and they said it was alright we just needed a doctor’s certificate to prove you were sick.” he said and hastily added “and before you ask, yes I did get the certificate”
With that out of the way I tried getting up, but my father commented “The doctor said you should stay in bed for the rest of the day and eat some Rawst berries just to be safe. If you feel good tomorrow you can go to school.” This was alright I still had Turtwig with me, it wouldn’t that bad. Or would it? Probably not that bad.
Somewhere else…..( the previous day)
“You will listen and obey every school rule. Function like every other student, and most importantly.. You WILL not mention anything about this meeting!” rang the strict voice from behind the desk, which belonged to the deputy principle.
“Y..Y…Yes sir” said a faint voice overcome with fear.
“Excellent” he said in a less harsh tone. “Your uniform is outside in the box, your books will be next it and don’t forget to get your gloves that are under the box. And no you can’t wear them on the way home.” said the deputy.
“Y..Y...yes sir!” said a voice that seemed completely made from fear. Gratefully the raven haired boy scampered out of the room, picked up what was left for him outside the spacious office. He then exited the building, and was welcomed out by a great hug/tackle by his partner, Pichu, handed the cloths and books to his brother’s charizard who placed them in a bag that was hung from its neck. He flew off in a northern direction, the boy shivered and wished he had worn more than a his summer cloths, though true it was summer but at over 10 kilometres in the air it was impossible to tell when was the last time you felt warm. His thin cloths waving wildly in the strength of the wind, his yellow T-shirt with an orange line that went over the left shoulder, and his jeans shorts that only reached bellow his knees, where really making feel like a human popsicle, even while on char izard, the Pokémon was flying so quickly that there was more wind in his face than there was heat emanating from the dragon’s body. Then a sight made the freezing young boy smile with great happiness, his home town was there below him, Pallet. His first move, after the dragon landed next to the village square, was to return the giant dragon into its pokéball which, the boy’s eldest sibling loaned him for the occasion. He then set off in easterly direction until he reached a familiar sight, his home. The large white boarded house was the home of four blood relatives, Mrs. Delia Ketchum the mother of her three children, Reggie, the eldest brother one who always watches out for everyone in the village, many villagers joke that he is going to be the next village elder because of his neutrality in everything. Next is Yellow, she is pretty much a happy girl who is always taking care of her family, though she does wish her family didn’t have such bad luck. Lastly comes the raven haired boy we’ve been following, Ash Ketchum. He is at the age of seven, a cheery and supportive child who doesn’t give up, ever, that might change though.
The next day....
Third person POV (I’m home sick remember?):
There was the grand building that he exited a mere twelve hours ago, there were four towers that made the school resemble a castle, yet it seemed that these towers were there so that the inner area of the school could be seen clearly, but from the height of the towers this excuse seemed feeble. There many windows in the towers, these seemed to be for the many, many class rooms. There were giant walls that connected the four towers these had windows as well, so they must also have class rooms. The sea breeze blew the four flags that stood in front of the entrance. As the Ash walked through the entrance with his back pack on his back (obviously) he walked nervously through to the. He looked around and saw many children playing tag having races, discussing what happened to them over the holidays. In the middle of the frighteningly large playground was a map of the school, to the north west was the Kanto tower, to the north east was the Johto tower, to the south east was the hoenn tower and last but not least the Sinnoh Tower.
After finishing reading the map Ash realised that the playground was significantly emptier, he decided to hurry before he became late so he started to run. When he reached the tower the entrance seemed very welcoming, a sign with the word Kanto written in bold capital. Ash opened the door by the gigantic round handle he then saw that in side was a spiralling stair case, leading all the way towards the top of the tower, the young boy felt miniscule and insignificant from the sheer height if the building and it seemed a lot taller from the inside. He heard the buzz of students, young and old running along heading to their designated classrooms, Ash pulled out a folded piece of paper handed to him by the deputy the previous day, Room 5, it read but before he could read it properly, the note was knocked out of his hands by a group of kids around his age running to get to class on time. He picked himself up and grabbed the remanets of his paper, it was unreadable, and in dismay Ash scrapped his memory for what the paper had read. Nothing, zilch, zero, nil, he couldn’t remember, just great, now he would get in trouble and it wasn’t even Recess, then someone walked up from behind and asked “ Are you lost?”. Looking up Ash saw a messy brown haired boy, he seemed familiar, but Ash couldn’t put his finger on it. “I said: are you lost?” this snapped Ash back to reality,
“Y-yeah, the paper with the classroom I have to go got, kinda destroyed.” Replied Ash Rubbing the back of his head
“Well, If you like I can help you with that” said the Boy grinning he seemed as if he was waiting for an opportunity to say that line.
“I guess so, but how will you find out?” replied Ash with a puzzled look on his face.
“Well, according to the chart over there” he said pointing at a chart that was posted on a nearby pillar, with one hand while the other remained in his pocket. “Rooms are based of locations in Kanto, so the first question should be, where do you live?”
“Pallet Town” Replied a perplexed Ash
“Hmm. According to this....you’re in room 5. What a sec, that the same room I go to! looks like we’re in the same class.” Said Gary carefully reading the chart.
“Wow, Thanks for that....”
“Gary, Gary Oak” said Gary finishing Ash’s sentence for him “what’s your name?” he added
“Ash, Ash Ketchum” replied Ash proudly.
“Well we better get to class before we’re late!” said Gary playfully
“Gah! Your right! Lets hurry!” and with that the two new found friends ran off to classroom 5 to which they were welcomed by a stern glare by their teacher, Ms. Luca, for being late on the first day of school. She was less agitated at them when she heard that Gary was merely trying to help a new student find their way around.
After a long lesson about the history of the pokéball, which was only made worse to Ash as the rest of the class had done this the previous year, and had to study this again. The one thing about this study that fascinated Ash was the part that the teacher had explained as a “to be touched on later” section. In less broad terms the fact that some special pokéballs reacted to the users aura, hence forth making a thief feel pretty stupid if they were to steal it as it wouldn’t release the Pokémon.
Soon it was recess and everyone rushed out the door to get their food out of their bags. Ash left after grabbing half a sandwich, leaving the other half in his otherwise empty lunchbox. Nobody noticed his small lunch as they were all busy catching up with friends, talking about what they did over the holidays. Some went to foreign regions, others stayed home and played with the Pokémon and family. Gary on the other hand was bragging to the mob of first, second and kindergarteners, about how his Family all accomplished great many things, such as climbing a giant mountain, discovering a new species of Pokémon, going on a camping trip and capturing almost every single Pokémon within before releasing them all again. Ash just sat down nearby listening in silence while eating his half a sandwhich. Soon Gary finished talking and Ash was barely half way through his food, Gary came over and sat next to Ash, Out of the blue Ash asked “So... uhh what Pokémon do you have? It’s gotta be very strong if it helped you out like it did in your stories”
Gary was surprised since no one would ask him; he grinned and said “well since you asked nicely I’ll show you him in the daycare.”
“Day care?” Asked Ash puzzled
“yeah the daycare, the school rules say that no Pokémon are allowed out of their pokéballs or even on school grounds so no problems are caused, so everyone has to drop off their Pokémon at the day care and pick them up at the end of the day.” Explained Gary
“uh-oh” said Ash “ I still have my Pichu in its Pokéball!”
“let’s go drop it off before you get in trouble” offered Gary “I’ll show the way since
your still new here”
“Really? Thanks a lot Gary!” Said a happy Ash
“Well let’s go!” announced Gary
So the two friends headed to the day care which was right next to the entrance, (A/N how Ash missed that even I don’t know), but just as they were exiting the playground a yellow blur rushed past them, barely missing Gary. Ash on the other hand wasn’t so lucky, about a metre away they saw a kid rubbing the arm he landed on, and he had blond hair orange eyes and was glaring at Ash for getting in the way of his running. He got up and noticed Ash’s half eaten sandwich on the ground and his expression changed to a sympathetic one, he then helped Ash recover from the collision. After helping ash get up and pat the dust off his uniform, and said “Sorry about that, I should have looked where I was going, my names Barry, sorry about your sandwich”
“well nice to meet you” said Gary
“my..” began Ash
“don’t tell me your” Barry and Gary said in unison
“MY-“ continued Ash
“Gonna cry?” they finished
“ACHOO! Sandwich” finished Ash rubbing under his nose
“Okaaay, well we better get going right Ash?” said Gary
“where are you off to?” Asked Barry
“Day care, Ashy here forgo to drop off his Pichu” Replied Gary
“GAH! I knew I forgot something, Can I go with you? I have to drop off my prinplup””
“Sure why not, and by the way, what tower are you from? I’ve never seen you around the Kanto Tower so you’re probably not from there” Said Gary
“you’re right there, I’m from the Sinnoh Tower” he said rubbing under his nose with pride
“uhh you guys,” interrupted Ash
“yeah” the both said in unison
“isn’t the bell gonna ring in ten minutes?” asked Ask
“Gah! You’re right! Let’s run for it!” then the three friends ran off towards the Day
care. Ash and Barry dropped off their Pokémon and Gary showed them his, a Wartortle, “My grandfather gave me him when I was three. We’ve been best friends ever since” explained Gary. “woah” came the astonished voices of his two new friends. Soon the bell rang and the three friends ran off to class, promising to meet during the lunch break, Gary and Ash running off to the Kanto tower, and Barry Running at full pelt, naturally, towards the Sinnoh tower. Gary and Ash entered the Class room and quickly sat down in their seats and got their books ready. Soon the teacher came in and said “Class we’re going to have Physical education for the rest of the day” this was replied by a puzzled look from the rest of the class. She then added “P.E.?” which was returned with a loud cheer from the class. “Everyone quiet down” she calmly said “ you are all to line up in two lines boys to the left girls to the right” Soon all of the class inside room 5 were standing impatiently outside awaiting the exciting activities the subject always promised.
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Nour386: soo what do ya think?
Ash: it seems a bit blocky
Nour386: shut up
Ash: b-b-bu-but why?
Nour386: I don’t know, it's the copy paste doesn't copy the lines made by the enter key
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