Pokemorphed (Current)

Play Ball!

Life is perfect

I mean, what could go wrong? Good friends, solid family, nice house. Even a best friend!

Her name is Jenny, and she's pretty cool. We became friends when she showed me how to roller skate backwards. That is, until I backed into the wooden post that's just randomly in our yard and sprained my ankle.

It was a dare.

I have darkish skin, boring brown hair, and glasses. I wish I had blonde hair like Jenny. Brown is boring.

Anyways, back to what I was doing, which is getting distracted looking at scrapbooks when I'm supposed to be getting ready for school.

"Dani!" my mom calls from somewhere downstairs, "have you finished breakfast yet?"

Actually I haven't eaten anything yet, but the bus is going to be here any minute so I call back "Yes mom!"

On the bus I sit by myself. It's not that I don't have friends, I just don't have anyone on my bus. I used to sit with Craig, but last year he got the Pokemorph virus, and Jenny's parents are super against Pokemorphs. So since I'm friends with Jenny, he (she?) stopped hanging out with me. It's a shame because I do not feel the same as Jenny about Pokemorphs.

So that sucked, but there wasn't a whole lot I could do about it. When I got on the bus, I smiled at him (her?) and took my seat. He (she?) did not smile back.

You're probably wondering why I keep thinking 'her' after every him. See, when Craig became a gothita Pokemorph, he swapped genders. I don't know if he's a girl or a guy. The one time I asked him he got very defensive and did not give me any clues.

Sigh.

Anyways, I got off the bus and headed to home room. I have one of my other friends, Sherri, in that class.

"Hi!" I said, sitting down.

"Hi," she replied with no enthusiasm (she's always super tired in the morning). "Did you s-"

She was cut off by my loudly grumbling stomach.

"Did you skip breakfast again?" She asked, slightly less asleep.

"Yeah, I got distracted."

"You need to eat," she said with as much exuberance as she was capable of showing first period, "that's the second time this week."

I meekly held up three fingers. She laughed and went back to texting.

The bell rang. Our home room is immediately followed by a study hall together. We mostly just sit in the back and talk or do homework we put off till this morning. Mr. Sink (yes, that's his last name. We love to make jokes about it) let's us get away with plenty, as long as we aren't disrupting the other students.

I look out the window next to my desk. A small group of taillow fly high above. I wish I could go out and catch them. Actually, I wish I could catch anything at all. I want to be a Pokémon trainer someday, even though my parents want me to keep the family tailor shop running. I mean, sewing is fine and all, but I'd rather fly on the back of a dragonite or surf on a lapras. It would be so cool if-

"Dani! Earth to Dani!" Sherri says from next to me.

"Sorry what?" I ask.

"I was asking if you were coming to the sleepover next week."

"Oh, uh, yeah."

"Sweet. Don't forget your pajamas this time." It was one time!

We talked some more about the sleepover, boys, what Pokémon we were gonna catch the second we got out of school. We never actually caught anything, but it was still fun.

"Yeah, well, see you later," I said when the bell rang. Next period is math, which I have with Kelli, another one of our friends.

What can I say, math was boring. After math is science, which I have with Danielle, the fourth and final friend. We have the same name, but I like Dani and she likes Danielle, so it works out.

Again, what can I say, Science is boring. Actually, school in general is boring. We learned about  the science behind the pokeball. How thrilling.

My last period before lunch is gym. I do not like gym very much. My best skill is throwing, but I'm not the strongest thrower in the world. I more have better aim. There are only two interesting people in our gym class. Jenny, my best friend, and David, who's the only other Pokemorph in our school. He's a Kirlia Pokemorph, and definitely a he. That's about all I know about him, other than how he's a total dodgeball master. He used to get picked on by this one group of boys in gym class last year who would always throw their dodgeballs at him. That is, until they realized that he would just use his psychic powers to shift the balls ever so slightly off course, and that they were actually helping his team by only aiming for him.

They sucked. But they gave up on torturing him shortly afterwards. He still get's picked on, but not by them.

"Alright cupcakes!" our gym teacher, Ms. Ramzi shouted, "line up for attendance."

After we were all lined up, she started calling out names. I scooted up next to Jenny.

"Hyee," I said.

"Hi," she said miserably.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't feel great," she replied.

"Well, obviously, but how do you not feel great?"

"My head hurts, and my-" her voice raised a solid six octaves. She clapped a hand over her mouth as I clapped mine over my ears. "And that keeps happening," she said, her voice returning to normal.

"Uh," I said, "that doesn't sound like a normal illness. You might wanna see a doctor about that."

"That's the thing though! I feel completely fine! The top of my head hurts, my voice is being weird," she said, her voice snapping again, "and my arms have this weird rash-"

"Show me?" I interrupted. She rolled up her sleeve to show that her arm was almost completely covered in reddish black... skin, honestly.

She gasped. "It wasn't like that this morning! It was just plain red!"

"Dani?" Our gym teacher called, not paying any attention.

"Here!" I called. Then, turning back to Jenny, I said "You should definitely get that checked out."

"Is it bad that I kind of don't feel like it?"

"Uh, yeah," I told her, "your arm is turning black. Like, actually black."

"Okay," she said nervously, "I'll go after class."

"You should go-" I started, but was interrupted by the teacher calling;

"Jenny?"

"Here!" Jenny called back, before rolling down her sleeve and whispering "after class."

I was honestly a little freaked out. Last year, Jenny fell in a mud puddle and flipped out. Her arm is turning black, and she just brushes it off. I decided to let it go, for the singular reason that she didn't look to upset about it. However, I was pretty nervous when Ms Ramzi told us we would be playing dodgeball. Then she specifically asked David not to cheat and use his psychic powers. He said he wouldn't if nobody else did. Then he looked strait at Jenny.

We lined up on opposite sides of the court. The side with the windows got David, and I was on the other team with Jenny. We have around fourteen people in our gym class, so that's about seven per side.

"Ready kids?" Ms Ramzi called, "Play ball!"

I was just about to run to the middle when I saw Jenny collapse.