Fragmented Afterthoughts
Chapter One:
Can We Say... Loser?
Can We Say.. Loser?
The girl dragged her feet in the dirt angrily,
mumbling under her breath the injustice of middle
school. She shifted her crimson backpack on her shoulders, keeping an eye out
during the passing period for
any of her friends. She would be out of here so quickly, if only she could just
revert to Pokemon form and
zip out of here...
She eagerly skirted the construction area of the
school, where work was being done on the
overhangs. Lifting her hands to her hair, she whimpered pitifully as the rain
soaked through them, drenching
her and her hair. Running under the covering of the building, she let out a little
sigh of releif and
exasperation, knowing her next stop was to be to the F building, where her class
next was. Out in the rain.
All day.
Still grumbling the injustice of it all, she slowly
walked towards the other end of the E building,
keeping under cover as children darted the class, hearing the bell sounding their
tardiness. It didn't bother her
in the slightest, seeing as how she was already failing most of her miserably
boring classes anyways.. whining
to herself about the rain, she raised her backpack over her head and darted to her
next class, running as if her
life were on the line. Coincidentally, it was.
She had been in touble more than once, and her grades
weren't exactly making history and she
literaly flew through the schoolyard, pumping her arms, keeping her eyes all the
while on her classroom. It
was lit regularly, but it seemed to glow in the dark of the day. Groaning to
herself, she whirled past the poles
that came so close to breaking her nose on several occasions, and jumped into the
room, skidding on the wet
floor and landing on her butt, sliding across the room in a terrific display.
She made it into class just as her teacher was
handing out worksheets. She stood up, brushing
herself off, and smiled prettily at her teacher, coming to stand in front of him.
Mr. Benzvie narrowed his
eyes, and, inhaling, he set down the papers. "MAGICK!" he bellowed,
sending her flying back against the
wall. "YOU ARE LATE! YOU LATE! YOU DO DENTENTION TODAY!"
Groaning and struggling to get up, she watched as he
turned, red in the face, from the snickering
classroom to go back to his seat as the head of the class. The children distributed
the rest of the papers,
including to the very soggy Magick, who looked at them blankly.
Algebra was scrawled all over the paper, even in
directions unimaginable, and she furiously turned
the paper in different directions, trying to decipher her teacher's illegible
writing. She winced, glaring at it.
Strangely enough, if she satred hard enough, she could see a rabbit in the scrawls.
Magick sat down in the seat across from Romeo, a
small, wheedling child, and frowned, raising a
questioning eyebrow as he looked her way. "How do you do this?" she
whispered quietly, and even then,
Mr. Benzvie heard her.
"MAGICK! STANDARDS! WRITE!! NOW!"
She slouched in her chair, looking pleadingly at
Romeo, who scribbled valiantly away at his paper.
These people are such losers, she though, rolling her eyes as staring up at the
ceiling, which leaked down on
her face. Great. Just great, she thought angrily, crumpling the paper into a tiny
ball and drawing a frowning
face with fangs on it. Giving another look to Romeo, who grinned at her in the most
annoying way possible,
she threw the ball at him, then turned away innocently. He grumbled, but was cut
short by a look from Mr.
Benzvie.
Sighing, she took out her sketchbook. Flipping to a
page which she had been working on for
several days, she started outlining her picture of her Pichu in ink, which stayed
on the surface of the paper,
instead of leaking in like it was supposed to. She ran it over her finger, and it
produced nothing. "Damnit!"
she hissed, touching her finger to her tongue, then trying it again.
The pen exploded. Black ink ran over her desk and
clothing as she jerked back in her chair, trying
to jump out of it. She tried mopping it up with her black sweater, but it simply
slid under it, and leaked
further onto her pants. Mr. Benzvie looked at her, narrowed his eyes, and held up a
pink slip of paper,
symbolizing her referal slip to the dean was eminent. She banged her head on her
desk, resting it on the ink,
then looked up at the clock through sooty lashes, seeing only three minutes had
passed of the period.
Rolling her eyes hopelessly, she collapsed over her
desk again. It was only third period. This was
not going to be a good day.
***
Stretching out back at her apartment, Magick rested
her feet on one chair while she sat on the sofa.
Her fuzzy, pastel blue nightgown clung to her, and she lifted an eyebrow. She
stared out the window to her
one room, seeing a small orange cat winding through the street. All of a sudden, it
shifted to her friend,
Crash, and she ran to the window eagerly to yell down. She hadn't seen the anthro
raichu in at least three
years.
She opened her window, watching as Crash gave her a
peace sign from below, and stuck her head
out to watch the orange cat winding away aimlessly, ticking it's tail in an annoyed
fashion. Sighing, Magick
stuck her head back in, and collapsed in another chair, the one close to her
kitchen set.
Thinking back on it, it had been approxamitely four
years since she had been to the Pokemon
world, shut out by a force she hardly knew. All her friends in the world had handed
her a token as she left,
and the one she still wore about her neck was the teleportation key, the only thing
that might have still
connected her to the Pokemon world. But by now, it surely was out of order, and
wouldn't work if she
pleaded for her life.
She brought her hand up to the ivory tooth, clasping
it fondly as it glowed reasuringly in her hand.
Sighing, she looked at the big blotch on her ceiling from the rain, forming even
more and dripping onto the
end of her nose. Scooting over and setting her glass under it, she stared harder at
it, envisioning a ditto. It
was hopeless, she would never see her friends again.
I should do something, she thought lackadaisically.
It's no good just sitting here..
She moved about, feeling the end of her nightgon
against her legs. She wrinkled her nose
disdainfully, and shrugged. She wouldn't be going anywhere soon.
The Team Rocket 47 HQ had been destroyed, and she
simply remembered it well. Everybody
running. Everybody screaming. A couple people dead. Herself? Standing there in
shock as she watched her
friends fighting off the evil that had arrived. A head, shadowed by her memory,
laughed insanely, his mouth
wide open as blood ran down his chin. It had been a gruesome end, for some.
Snuffling a bit, Magick closed her deep green eyes,
letting her black hair fall forward and over her
shoulders. She missed everybody SO badly.. why did luck have to run out for her all
the time? It was one
thing after another after another..
She scrubbed her face with an arm, frowning. Black
ink rubbed off on her arm even more, and she
shook her head, clearing it. She stared down at it, remembering what she used to
be. Could she ever be out
of this rut again? She stared at the tooth, eagerly thinking of what it would be
like.
She would have her Pichu back, not in a world where
Pokemon was only a myth to the stupid
humans of Urth. All her friends would welcome her back with smiles on their faces,
and she would never
sturggle for food, friendship, or shelter again...
A breeze drifted through the room, lighting up her
gown's tail, and making her feel very Marilyn
Monroe-esk. She shivered, clasping her arms over her chest tightly to prevent the
cold again. Joey, Jads, Ira,
Luke, Crash, Pidgeot, Dreana, they would all be there. They were probably waiting
for her right now. She
could just invoke the necklace, and go back..
She could be a mew again, treasured by the whole
poplation of the planet as a beautiful mirage that
appeared once every so often. Nobody had ever even caught one. The chances of her
going back were so
slim, but she hoped so much...
The necklace glowed orange, lifting out of her gown
and hovering it front of her, still attatched to
her by it's string. She stared at it, holding her knuckle up to her chin, and with
a tentative movement, she
reached out for it, holding her breath. She only had to touch it, say its name, to
invoke it..
A scuffling sound came from under her couch, and she
whirled immediately. Her eyes wide, hands
forming fists, she backed away from it. "Who's there!" she shouted
defiantly. "I don't take kindly to peeping
toms! Get out here and I'll... I'll.. I swear, I'm not bluffing!"
She turned, grabbing her spoon off the table, where
cheese-y plates still stood, her brows lowering
over her eyes. She tested it's jabbing movements, and raised it to the light, where
it shined. She stepped
lightly near the couch, where scuffling came once more.
"Myu!" came the sound from under her couch,
and the whole thing shifted with the movement of
the thing under it. "Myu! Myu!"
Slowly, Magick crept closer to it, hands out in front
of her, testing her spoon slightly, and eyes
narrowed. Getting down on her knees, she sat in front of the couch. Lifting the
dust ruffle, she peered under
it cautiously, only to jump back in shock and amazement.