sry i havent replied in like a million years, but life had sucked me into an interdimensional portal of things to do so i have had no time to reply to anything. anyways, so thats who Al is! i though Al stood for like Alan (me, hehehe...) or somthing like that, but o well. a shinney Charizard sounds cool! ill inquire to some of my sources on exactly what colors a shinney Charizard would be. ill tell you later. ive also just barely found time for the quiz,and hope youre still accepting answers. im gonna PM you my answers in a sec. hope i get in the fic!btw, who here can type properly, like with your hands on asdf and jkl; , and when did you learn if you can. i learned last year (6th grade) in computer class. all we did for 45 minutes straight was type a page over and over monotimously till our fingers ached, but im glad, cuz now i type at about 40-50 wpm and i will be, as my teacher said, "thanking him in for the rest of my life." c ya later!They entered the lift, and soon appeared on the 7th floor. Krystal stepped out, and it looked amazing. A 3d model of Articuno was in the center, which had wings flapping a tail feathers billowing.
“Lets make some sketches” Krystal said. She whipped out a sketchpad and started to draw it. Chris watched, but it seemed she was having a hard time. She then stabbed the pad with her pencil, and roared loudly, spitting across onto the page.
“STUPID BOOK!” She screamed, hurling it onto the ground. “I HATE drawing!”