The memories in Oromis' head projected in his mind as if he was strapped in a theater chair forced to watch a sixteen year film about his life. He hated being the lonely kid at school, but sometimes it was worth it. On the negative side: he was always bullied after school, made fun of for wearing certain clothing, rejected girl after girl even days before the school dances and being left behind by his friends when he wanted to spend time with them. Oromis was truly living the sixteen year old dream in a parallel universe.
Spending all day at home in his room is what Oromis did in his day-by-day life. His room was equipped with a satellite wide-screen television with all channels unblocked, a high-speed computer that never fails to download his favorite episodes of Pokémon in time for dinner and a whole lot of swords. Oromis loved to collect swords in hopes he could one day wield one in a battle. He has studied them a bit, but never actually found an opportunity to test them out. Perhaps if he had a sparring partner, but that was unlikely since all three of his friends had a high amount of disbelief in "primitive weaponry".
Oromis didn't really like his friends because of the lack of similarities between them. They were more into violence, military, guns and modern technology while he was a loyal fan of peace, animals, swords and nature. It seemed to the naked eye that Oromis was somewhat a "Hippie", when in truth he was really just immersed in his own world of fantasy.
Sometimes Oromis thought to himself, in order to keep his confidence up, that he was bullied because the other students were envious of his misfortune. He was living alone, but he had never told anyone how or why. "A sixteen-year-old living by himself in a house for four?" The other students would say. "Bah! There is no way he could make that much money to support himself like that!" But he could. He was living off the assistance of a long lost relative, who had struck an oil mine in the late nineties, twelve days before he passed away. His great-grandfather had wrote a will right after he struck the mine stating that all of the profits go to his great-grandchildren, which there are three of. Oromis had all the money he could ever need and more.
"Damn." Grieved Oromis whilst watching an episode of Pokémon. "So much would change if Pokémon actually existed. I would love to make a Poké-friend." Oromis usually complained to himself about non-sense like this. He raised his left hand to his face and checked his watch. "Two in the morning." He muttered. "I feel like going for a walk." He got up, and slipped on his comfortable elephant slippers and sweater before opening the front door and heading out into the streets.
Oromis was rambling on in his thoughts about Pokémon and owning one as he walked down the path beside his house down to a nearby forest. The night sky shot through the trees in the medium-sized forest that inhabited some small creatures and even some larger ones such as deer. Oromis took his usual route through the fores. This route consisted of changing direction at certain checkpoints. He entered at the path, which was cut off about four feet in, and then turned towards the tree that had the star-shaped crack in the side. He then turned at the "Mushroom Glade" is what he called it. Except this time in the glade there was a statue, he noticed that it strongly resembled the Pokémon Scizor. "Huh. Weird." He whispered.
Oromis stopped to admire the statue before yelling into the distance, "Anybody here!? You left a statue here!" When there was no answer, Oromis continued on his way. Rustle, rustle. Oromis turned around to see what the noise was, and the Scizor statue was gone. "What the fu--" Oromis went to check out the small glade once more and there was no trace of the statue ever being there. "Where the hell did it go?" After a few minutes of inspecting the area, Oromis gave up and turned around to go home. As soon as he turned around, there stood the statue of the Scizor. Staring him in the eyes.
