Washed Ashore: Pokémon Are Real II - Pokémon Radio Signals (Pokemon Fanfic)

Chelsey's Side of Coin

"I can't believe she told me that I need to reflect on my behavior towards the other girls when Heather's the one who should be reflecting on their behavior," Chelsey muttered, still moping on the couch. For a brief moment, Felicity flopped onto the couch next to her, making her think she had someone she might rant to, but five minutes later saw Felicity heading straight for Professor Oak's desk. "Wait? What are you doing?"

"I'm looking for a picture of Gary Oak. What else would I be doing?"

Chelsey brushed what Felicity said off as sarcasm, while Felicity stepped behind the desk unnoticed by the other girl. "Anyways, as I was saying, Heather is the one who needs to check her behavior, not me."

"Why is that?"

"Because the reason she's on this trip. That's why." Chelsey turned to look at her, one of her eyebrows shooting up. "Wait. Are you really looking for a picture of Gary Oak? Why would you be doing that?"

"Because I want to see if he is the way I actually imagined him being," the girl looked up, scooping a picture from the desk with a squeal before hugging it to her. "He's even cuter in real life!"

"Um, okay. That really has nothing to do with my problem."

"Which would be?" Felicity continued hugging the picture, rocking back and forth.

"Heather!" Chelsey watched Felicity's mouth twist slightly, wondering how the girl could be a complete ditz, but then remembered something. "Wait a second. You're the girl who's supposed to be in the seventh-grade, but got held back twice now."

"Please don't rub it in," Felicity sucked her breath in. She stopped rocking back and forth, still clutching the picture to her. "I know I'm dumb, so can it."

"That," Chelsey frowned, then said, "Well, you won't like Heather then, because she thinks she is so smart."

She watched Felicity worry her lip, but watched her mutter, "Really?"

"Really. And yet she's the one who got caught lying about her age to be in a gaming tournament, yet has the audacity to not trade Pokémon with me on our games because she can't have her game tainted for competition purposes or some la-de-dah like that."

"Oh." Felicity frowned. "I really don't play the games. Just watch the Anime series, so I really can't comment."

"But you still want to become a Pokémon Trainer, right?" Chelsey piped up.

"Oh. Definitely." Felicity opened up a drawer, but there was obviously some shuffling going on as she moved things around.

"What are you doing now?" Chelsey was definitely curious about what her new friend, and ally, was in fact up to.

"I'm looking for a pen and paper so I can write a story."

"Oh? You're a writer?" Chelsey asked.

"Well. Sort of. I write fanfic."

"Well, either way, I don't think Oak would mind you borrowing pen and paper for writing purposes," Chelsey stated. "What's fanfic?"

"Fanfic? You don't know what it is? It's writing stories about stuff, like Pokémon. But you can't publish it because of copyright."

"Well, wouldn't you be able to publish your Pokémon stories here?"

"That would be..." Felicity frowned. "You know, that would actually be nice. Very nice actually, but it makes me want to stay even more. I'm not fond of the other world, being that I'm..."

"Got held back?" Chelsey asked.

"I unfairly got held back," Felicity's mouth twisted into a pout. She came over, plopping down onto the couch. "And do you know what the teacher did? She took my story I was writing simply because I used one of Nichole's notebooks and pens. I'm sure Nichole wouldn't have minded just like Oak wouldn't have minded. Plus, the adults tell me that if I get bored I have a tendency to get into trouble because I don't focus like I should, so I'm doing something. Just, not what they think I should be doing because that school stuff is boring. And I'm not too bright at it."

"I'm not either."

"Well, you didn't ever get held back."

"No. I'm not that bad. My parents thought I should get out of the house, though I doubt becoming a Pokémon Trainer was what they had in mind. I think they would be very proud of me, once I became a master Pokémon Trainer."

"I'd like that."

"Only one of us can become a master, so you need to find some other goal."

"Marrying Gary Oak then? A Pokémon fashion expert? A Pokémon novelist?"

"Well, that certainly is a lot of goals," Chelsey stated. "Look, the way I see it, it is going to be us versus them, Felicity."

"What?" Felicity clutched the picture, notebook, and pens tighter. "What do you mean by that?"

Chelsey rolled her eyes. "Well, Nichole is smart, right?"

"Yes. Nichole is definitely smart."

"So she'll not likely get along with either one of us."

"I don't..." Felicity paused. "Maybe. I mean, the smart girls always make fun of me at school for getting held back a grade, now two. I'm not looking forward to repeating fifth grade for the third time either, but..." She shook her head. "Yeah. Don't want any more people teasing me about not being smart."

"And Heather thinks she's smart, but she's a stickler for the rules. She didn't stand up to the teacher when the teacher got mad at you, right?"

"No, she didn't."

"Which leaves Amy. I don't really know Amy."

"She's kind of," Felicity paused. "Well, I kind of thought she was ditzy at first because she said she saw these Magikarp, but then it turned out they really were Magikarp, but I don't think we'll get along and that is my fault."

"How is it your fault and not hers if you don't get along?"

"Because..."

"I mean, look at me and Heather. It is definitely her fault that we don't get along. She also doesn't want to stay and become a Pokémon Trainer, but she's likely out there convincing Amy to her side as we speak. And Nichole, she's siding with their side because it's the side the teacher is taking, so that as I said leaves just the two of us, but we need to convince the teacher to let us stay and become Pokémon Trainers. After all, Professor Oak promised."

"He did."

"Yes. Don't you remember?"

"Well, it was kind of late when we got in here, so I guess he could have promised. It wouldn't be very nice of him to go back on his promise, but he doesn't seem like that in the cartoon. I mean, he doesn't seem like the type to you, know, go back on promises."

"Bingo."

"But..." Felicity hesitated. "I do remember you saying this morning when we went outside right after breakfast that you thought if anything bad should happen, that it should be Heather."

"That. I didn't mean I wanted something bad to happen to her. I was just mad at the teacher because the teacher is far more concerned about getting home than this amazing world, we found ourselves in. Like, how can anyone miss out on such an opportunity?"