My alarm clock blared "BILL BILL BILL BILL, BILL NYE THE SCIENCE GUY!!!" I groaned and slammed the snooze button into the dumb machine. Eh, I'll just skip school today, I don't feel like going. I was in the sixth grade and honestly hated school with a burning passion, to many bullies and jerks.
I ran out the back door, God I love running.
My breath grew heavy as I reached the woods behind my house. I'll just stay back here a while. I laid down on the soft grass and let the amazing wind run over me encasing me in a friendly chill.
I glanced up to get a better view of the green and arbor colored trees. Little white flakes were falling to the ground, they smelled amazing. They weren't cold like snow, they were intoxicating and warm. Is it raining cocain, the hell?
The last thing I remembered was breathing in the amazing stuff. I woke up in the same place about two hours later and I tried, and failed, to sit up; A sharp pain searing through me. The next time I tried, I had succeeded in sitting up giving me a chance to look down at myself. I was gorgeous! I was a lovely shade of white with a tad of green here and there, for some reason I had a pink triangle stuck between both of my breasts.
I tried to stand up, and fell over, three times. I peaked under my skirt, which, by the way, was very showy. I- I had no feet. I let out a groan, how was I supposed to do anything without feet?!
Duh, this was a Pokémon, I was obviously a gardevior. I would have to learn how to float.
Paska.
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Windy Battlefield part 2
FanfictionThis is a counterpart to @KatelynRagland 's "Windy Battlefield" it doesn't matter which order you read these stories in, but keep in mind this was Katelyn's idea and that she is sweg. Basically, I wake up one day and BAM imma pokemon, how did this h...
