In The Shadows

Boooooring

It wasn't till one in the morning that I was able to fall asleep properly. I kept seeing pokemon attacking me and my father hurting my when ever I closed my eyes. I ended up crying myself to sleep. My tears washed away any dream I had. I ended up waking up at three. I couldn't fall back asleep. My body had turned against me. I ended up just reading for the night. I wanted to sleep but I couldn't.

I looked at the time and decided to get ready. Today was Friday meaning I would not have to try to survive school for a couple days, but I would have to try to survive my father.

I got dressed in my normal school outfit, but didn't grab the jacket this time. I used extra makeup to cover my arms. My black eye was healed so I just put my sunglasses on the brim of my hat. I shoved my books in my bag and ran out of the house to my car.

On the way to school I stopped by Starbucks to grab a coffee before heading to school. I looked down at my phone and saw I was half an hour early. This was normal for most students. They showed up early to battle each other (usually the guys) or check each other out (manly girls but guys do it to). 

I sat down under an apple tree by the battle field. I couldn't tell who was battling who. I just saw a Absol and a Pikachu battling. The battle field was already a mess but still the pokemon looked like they were still in for a long fight. 

I pulled out my sketch book, not bothering with anything to add color with. I started sketching the pikachu but ended up with the absol and pikachu in the middle of the battle. I had the battle field a mess just how it was fight now. Pikachu was in the middle of using quick attack and you can see the absol was about to jump. When this was done I looked up and saw that the battle was already over. I was drawing from memory. I looked down at my phone and saw I had a few minutes to get to class. 

I slid my backpack onto my shoulder not bothering to put my sketch book away. Today felt different some how. Like I actually belonged here for once. I stopped by the office on my way to my locker and found out my father moved me into more regular classes. I didn't want to argue but I knew I was going to miss a lot of them. I was about to leave the office when I heard arguing coming from my father's office. 

"You can't just cut the gifted program." I heard a female voice screaming.

"I will do what ever I have to do. We only have two kids n that program. It costs to much money to keep running." My father's voice was sharp and clear even though the door muffled the volume. 

"Those kids need higher level classes. You own daughter should be in a better program that the program she is in now." the female voice sounded familiar but I couldn't put my finger on in. 

"My own daughter is dumb for that program and you know that. I made a mistake putting her in that." I left after that. I always knew my father felt I was dumb but he also knew I was to smart. He was afraid of that once. That I would be to smart and actually get him thrown into jail. 

At my locker I saw the pokeball just sitting there waiting for me. Maybe I shouldn't have this pokemon. I grabbed it knowing I would talk to Professor Sycamore sometime today. I looked down at my schedule. I had math first like always. Professor Sycamore only teaches a few classes per day. I grabbed a few books and shoved them into my bag before walking down the hall, the opposite way to my class. The halls were almost empty but friends still hung around to talk. 

The final bell rang when I reached his class room. I should see charts all over the room from the little window in the door. I pushed the door but it didn't open. I knocked on the door, but no one came to answer. "Hello Professor?" I shouted at the door. No one still came to answer. I stormed off to the class I had to be at. 

When I got there I pushed open the door and walked to the back of the class room. "Good morning Mrs. Yvonne." I professor stopped class the greet me. I just gave her a small nod and took my seat. The class was boring. I just sat at my desk doodling on the paper. I was finished after five minutes of getting it. 

School dragged on till lunch. I had no interest in any of my classes. I always go my work done before anyone else so I just sat there listening to music. When lunch came something shocking happened.