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Restless Dreams
-The Mysterious Mist-
Chapter 4- Sharpedo Bus Line
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After the small incident that morning, Chris’ mother made sure that he stayed in his room for the whole day, which didn’t bothered him at all. He would have done anything to stay away from Kyle. Later at night, his mother slipped the remaining presents that he hasn’t opened yet. Grandma got him a dried up dead rose for his birthday, go figure! His uncle, who was a pokemon researcher working for Professor Hale at the Ruins of Alph, got him a pokedex, which Chris hid behind his bed just in case Kyle decided to snoop around his room again to break something.
Luckily, he didn’t have any nightmares that night. He just had a weird dream about some weird ghost with a white mask floating around a jungle with a Shedinja by its side and behind it was an Absol, a Shiftry, a Kirlia, a Sceptile, and a Banette. He was glad when he woke up and forgot about the dream immediately, since it was very weird. It was about 6:00 in the morning as Chris started packing his clothes and his school supplies in a large, brown leather suitcase.
“Chris your breakfast is ready!” His mom shouted from the dining room, sounding like she was in a cheerful mood.
‘May be she finally forgot what happened yesterday.’ Chris prayed as he opened his bedroom door.
To Chris’ right were two doors. One right next to his bedroom leads to a bathroom. The other door across from the bathroom was Kyle‘s bedroom, which was covered in skull posters. The door next to Kyle‘s bedroom lead to his parent‘s bedroom. His brother‘s bedroom door slowly started to creak open while making a squeak. Kyle’s large eyes peered through the crack of the door and spotted Chris staring at him. Kyle, who noticed his brother staring at him, immediately slammed the door shut as Chris heard him lock the door.
‘Well at least I know that Kyle won’t be joining the family for breakfast.’ Chris grinned happily as he walked right into the dining room.
The deflated birthday party balloons were still hanging on the bottom of the chandelier, but the other decorations that were up yesterday were long gone now. A small plate full of food sat at his end of the table as he sat down on one of the dining room chairs. On the plate was a large amount of sizzling, crispy bacon dripping with grease with a steamy omelet covered in gooey yellow cheese, which was very slowly dripping off the omelet and flooding towards the bacon with a small amount of pepper on top.
Chris started gulfing down the food with hunger, like a Snorlax that hasn’t eaten for a month. He started cleaning his mouth, that was covered with cheese, with a paper napkin as he walked back into his bedroom quickly. Chris immediately picked up the poke ball by his television and pointed it at his Ralts, who was standing by his bed with a piece of toast in its small mouth.
“Ralts Raalllou heard of privacy? I’m trying to eat.” His Ralts spoke. Again, Chris was getting better at understanding what it was saying.
“Time to go back into your pokeball.” Chris ignored while showing it the pokeball.
“Ralts whatever.” Ralts said while slowly chewing the brown toast.
A small red beam rushed out of the button on the baseball-sized poke ball and hits Ralts. It slowly transformed into red energy as it was pulled into the now open poke ball by the red beam. The half white and half red poke ball immediately closed when the red beam vanished.
Chris threw his pokeball into the large suitcase and closed it while it made a snap sound, indicating that its locked. Chris started to change in a pair of dark brown shorts with tons of pockets like the last pair, but was now wearing a sea blue t-shirt with golden words saying ‘Slateport Museum’ on the front instead of the usual white t-shirt. After he put on his socks and sneakers, he checked the clock on the table. It read 6:43 AM.
‘Good thing the bus stop I usually take is right by my house,’ Chris though as he quickly dragged the heavy suitcase into the hall and towards the front door. His mother walked through the kitchen door and towards Chris with excitement.
“Got everything packed sweetie?” His mother asked sweetly.
“Yes mom.”
“Okay then. We’ll see you during the Christmas and Easter holidays.” Jean said while Chris made a large sigh, grabbing the front door handle. “Aren’t we forgetting something?”
“You have got to be joking.” Chris said in surprise, stopping dead in his tracks.
“You know the routine.” Jean said while lowering her head.
Glad that Kyle decided to stay in his bedroom, Chris made a small, quick peck on her cheek as his face turned red in embarrassment. Chris started wondering if his mother knew that they were not living in Pleasantville like in that movie. He opened the door and walked out quickly onto the front lawn while being greeted by the same warm breeze. The lawn was covered in dew from the moist air, which was starting to attract some Surskit from the beach. He was now on the sidewalk, which looked like giant blocks of sand stuck together with crazy glue.
“Have a good school year,” Jean waved at him and then suddenly had a stern face. “If I find out that you got a detention or a suspension then you’ll be in VERY big trouble!”
Chris turned to his left and made a VERY short walk to the end of the sidewalk, right at the main road of Slateport City. Chris turned to his right to find a very tall metal pole beside him with a blue circle sign on top with a picture of a bus on it. Chris looked at his watch on his right wrist to find out that it was 6:44 AM. He stood there impatiently, waiting for the bus to come along.
“Oh look Ruby, its Chrissy the Wussy!”
Chris turned around to find his old school bully, Andrew Dorf, behind him along with his pet Houndour. He was a foot taller than Chris with short, greasy black hair and deep brown eyes that would make a small kid run away in fear. He was wearing his baggy, faded black jeans with a large jet black t-shirt. On his feet were black leather boots that shined more brighter than a raging fire. Chris still can’t figure out why Andrew would want to try and look like a street gang member.
His Houndour was an inch higher than his knee in height. Its greasy fur was jet black, like Andrew’s t-shirt. Pearl white rings were wrapped around the pokemon’s ankles and a small part of its back with a round white lump on its head with two small holes, making it look like he was wearing a skull on its head. Deep orange fur grew around its belly and mouth area. The pokemon started snarling at Chris, showing its canine teeth that were almost as sharp as a steak knife. On the pokemon’s back were two large suitcases. Houndour struggled to keep itself up as Andrew’s girlfriend walked up behind it.
Her name was Ruby Tarb, the most snotty girl in Chris’ old school. She had the most curly red hair that Chris had ever seen, with its ends dyed in bright pink and she also has bright sky blue eyes. She was wearing a very short red skirt with a tight white t-shirt with a picture of a bright red rose on the front. She was wearing very small black sandals with long white socks. Some people mistaken her for a **** before just from the way she dresses, but Ruby keeps thinking that what she was wearing was the latest style that would keep her popular. Not to mention that she always makes sure that her friend, Brenda Bandai, never looks as good as her everyday. Chris checked his watch, now noticing that it was 6:45 PM, wondering where the bus is.
She glared at the way Andrew’s Houndour was struggling to carry their stuff with disgust. Andrew still kept his nose in the air with a proud look on his face. Ruby walked quickly towards Andrew while digging her pointy nose in the air.
“What is…..IT doing here?!” Ruby yelled while pointing at Chris.
“Don’t ask me. What the hell are you doing here weirdo?” Andrew asked, trying to sound like a punk in a motorcycle gang.
“I’m going to go to Slateport School of Pokemon.” I said quietly. Both of their faces started to go red with rage.
“WHAT?! THAT **** IS GOING THERE TOO?! My education is going to be ruined!” Ruby screamed while making a tantrum.
“Sorry, but in order to get an education, you’ll need a brain.” Chris started. “Unfortunately for you, the Rent-A-Brain shop that your ‘friend’ owns has closed now, so you’re probably gonna get a grade that you deserve at last, which is an F in every subject.”
The friend Chris was talking about was Ruby’s friend Brenda Bandai. Brenda was twice as smart as her friend, but Ruby didn’t want to admit it. He bet that Ruby made some kind of ransom on Brenda to do what she wants her to do; give her the answers to the tests and the homework. She was boiling with rage now, but she was now concentrating it on the Houndour.
“What is with your weak Houndour?!” Ruby snapped while Andrew took it offensively.
“Its not weak and its name is Cepheus!” Andrew started to argue, but Ruby interrupted.
“Get rid of that pest.” Ruby ordered while pointing at Chris again.
“I would if you didn’t use my pokemon to carry your heavy suitcase.”
“Fine!” Ruby yelled while taking out her pokeball. “Eliminate this scrawny insect Cassiopeia!”
Ruby then threw the poke ball into the air. It opened immediately and released a bright white light that slammed onto the ground like a meteor. The light slowly transformed into her pokemon, a Gloom. It was only a few inches taller than Cepheus and was started to drool and walk around, like it was drowsy. Its body was purple/blue and was in the same shape as a basketball. A small brown bloom with white moldy spots was on top of its head with dried, long orange leaves sticking out from between the dry bloom and Gloom’s head.
Cassiopeia lowered its head slightly towards Chris while making a dark grin from its spit-covered mouth. He knew it was going to use Stun Spore on him, since it always tries to use that attack on him when he is nearby. Chris was about to reach for Ralts’ pokeball, until he realized that it was in his suitcase. Before he opens his suitcase and got it out, he would probably be already paralyzed. Chris started to prepare to duck as the Gloom was about to release its paralyzing spores.
“Body Slam it Muk!”
A large purple sludge pile that was a foot lower than his height, a Muk, quickly slammed into Cassiopeia, knocking it out instantly. Its beady eyes were full of energy and excitement about the battle as it did a small victory dance. All three turned to find that the Sharpedo Bus Line had already arrived as the bus driver walked out of it, glaring at Ruby and Andrew.
“Alright rule number one, no pokemon allowed on the bus and at the BUS STOPS. You will return those pokemon back into their pokeballs, or I’ll make you do it.”
“But we need Houndour here to carry our luggage.” Ruby started to whine.
“Oh well too bad missy.” The bus driver yelled as Ruby’s face started turning red again.
“But that’s not fair!”
“Life is never fair. Get over it.”
Chris ran onto the bus quickly as the driver , Andrew, and Ruby started arguing. Outside the bus, it was mostly metal gray with a picture of a Sharpedo eating a bus stop sign saying ‘Sharpedo Bus Line’ beside it. Small windows wrapped around the bus so that no matter where you are on the bus, you would always have some kind of view of the city. Inside the bus was also mostly gray too, except for the seats. There were two long rows of seats with fluffy, ocean blue cushions. Above the seats were large racks where the luggage was put.
Chris walked to the very back of the bus, where there was just one giant seat the size of a couch that filled the very back space. As he sat on it, he felt like he was sitting on a fluffy cloud wing of an Altaria. He had a feeling the seats were made from the finest of Mareep wool from a place near Azalea Town in Johto. Chris then shoved his suitcase at the shelf below the couch-like seat as Andrew and Ruby stormed onto the bus with large frowns on their faces.
Chris closed his eyes and started to relax as he watch the bus driver force both Andrew and Ruby to sit in the very front seat. The Muk sat behind them, making sure they don’t start causing any trouble while on the bus. Chris started to go into a deep sleep as the bus started to move down Main Street. Chris also wondered on how he would know how soft an Altaria’s wings are when he had never seen or touched one in his life, since he had only known the name Altaria in the Hoenn Gym Leaders Guide Book back at home.
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Next Chapter- New Friends
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