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CHAPTER ONE!!! A SIRNIGHT SUPRISE!!!

-Jon's POV-

"WAKE UP JON!!! IT'S TIME FOR BREAKFAST!!!

"Five more minutes...Zzzzzzzz..."

"JON KNITE!!! GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!!!"

"ALRIGHT!!! CALM DOWN MOM!!!"

Ugh, I hate this place. It's too boring. I wake up, I eat, I go to school, I get picked on, I go home, I eat some more, I go to the bathroom, I sleep. Rinse and repeat...Rinse and repeat...I'm sick of it. The only thing that's keeping me from killing myself is my love for my favorite game, Pokemon. Of course, I don't tell anyone at school that. I would get picked on even MORE!...Well...That's what I get for being the scrawny, weak, nerdy kid.

I am constantly being picked on by bullies. I try everything people tell me to do, but those methods never work. Tell on them? There's about 50 people that pick on me! Fight them? They can lift 200 pounds, and I can barely lift 50! Ignore them? Try ignoring someone yelling "NERRRRRDYYYY!!!" in your ear.

My private life isn't too good either. My parents always argue, my brother is worse than all of the bullies at school combined, and my dog pees on my carpet at least twice a week! And don't EVEN get me started on my romanic life. I NEVER HAD ONE!!!

My only time I'm happy, is when I'm playing my Pokemon games. I may be 16, but unlike most people my age, I still hold on to my childhood. There was just something about Pokemon...that made my life worth living...Makes me seem like there's something important to do in my life. And if I died, hundreds of people would die...

I have NO idea why I thought of that...It's just something that's been in my mind lately...

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School sucked...Again. I was punched in the arm 12 times; had 7 spit wads shot at me; 2 Fs on tests; and 42 people called me names...Great life huh? When I got home, I could hear my parents arguing...again. They were in the kitchen, arguing over something I could care less about. I walked up the stairs into my room...Only to find my brother, Davis, with my DS.

"Well well...What do we have here?" Davis said tauntingly, tossing my DS back and forth from hand to hand.

I instantly knew that he was gonna do something to it. "Give it back Davis." I said quickly.

"What...This little thing?" My brother grinned and held my DS. He pressed down on the DS game slot and popped out Pokemon Pearl version. "Well what do we have here?"

I ran up to the jerk, determined to get my game back. "WHAT'RE YOU DOING!?"

Davis looked at my game. "Poke...Pokemon?...POKEMON!?" He laughed. "You still like that crap!?"

"GIVE IT BACK!!!" I yelled. He was holding me back with one had...How embarassing.

"Lemme think about it...No." The idiot said and crushed my game in his hand.

My hours...my time...my Pokemon...All gone...Why?

I stopped stuggling and just fell onto the floor on my knees, in shock of the thing Davis just did. "Why Davis?...Why?"

He ignored me and walked out of the room, laughing the whole way. "Oh man! Wait 'till the guys at school hear that you still like POKEMON!!!" HAHAHA!!!"

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Oh...It's useless...I can't bring back my game just by putting the pieces back together...Useless.

I crawled into my bed. I was especially dissapointed in the fact that I lost 2 of my best, and favorite, Pokemon. A Gardevoir and Gallade. I was almost unstoppable with those two...And now they're gone forever.

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-Normal POV-

As Jon went to sleep, he didn't notice his taped together Pearl version start to glow brightly, and a soft feminine voice called out to the sleeping teen. "You desire to be someone, to be a hero. So no one will pick on you, so no one will look down on you...You want to get way from this world...I can grant you this wish..."

As the voice faded, the light got brighter untill it covered the entire room. When the light faded, Jon was nowhere to be found...

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-Jon's POV-

"Ohh..."

"Jon! Wake up! breakfast time!"

"Alright mom." I said groggely.

I climbed out of the bed, and found out that the floor seemed farther than I thought. Or I was just still half-asleep. As I walked past the mirror in my room, I realised something. "When did I get a mirror in my room?" I asked myself. I looked at the mirror, only to find a Ralts staring back.

Instinctively, I moved my hands in front of my eyes. Short white stubbs for hands. I touched my head. Big red spikes.

"I'm a...Ralts?" I squeaked out in shock.

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CHAPTER ONE!!! A SIRNIGHT SUPRISE!!!

-Jon's POV-

"WAKE UP JON!!! IT'S TIME FOR BREAKFAST!!!

"Five more minutes...Zzzzzzzz..."

"JON KNITE!!! GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!!!"

"ALRIGHT!!! CALM DOWN MOM!!!"

Ugh, I hate this place. It's too boring. I wake up, I eat, I go to school, I get picked on, I go home, I eat some more, I go to the bathroom, I sleep. Rinse and repeat...Rinse and repeat...I'm sick of it. The only thing that's keeping me from killing myself is my love for my favorite game, Pokemon. Of course, I don't tell anyone at school that. I would get picked on even MORE!...Well...That's what I get for being the scrawny, weak, nerdy kid.

I am constantly being picked on by bullies. I try everything people tell me to do, but those methods never work. Tell on them? There's about 50 people that pick on me! Fight them? They can lift 200 pounds, and I can barely lift 50! Ignore them? Try ignoring someone yelling "NERRRRRDYYYY!!!" in your ear.

My private life isn't too good either. My parents always argue, my brother is worse than all of the bullies at school combined, and my dog pees on my carpet at least twice a week! And don't EVEN get me started on my romanic life. I NEVER HAD ONE!!!

My only time I'm happy, is when I'm playing my Pokemon games. I may be 16, but unlike most people my age, I still hold on to my childhood. There was just something about Pokemon...that made my life worth living...Makes me seem like there's something important to do in my life. And if I died, hundreds of people would die...

I have NO idea why I thought of that...It's just something that's been in my mind lately...

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School sucked...Again. I was punched in the arm 12 times; had 7 spit wads shot at me; 2 Fs on tests; and 42 people called me names...Great life huh? When I got home, I could hear my parents arguing...again. They were in the kitchen, arguing over something I could care less about. I walked up the stairs into my room...Only to find my brother, Davis, with my DS.

"Well well...What do we have here?" Davis said tauntingly, tossing my DS back and forth from hand to hand.

I instantly knew that he was gonna do something to it. "Give it back Davis." I said quickly.

"What...This little thing?" My brother grinned and held my DS. He pressed down on the DS game slot and popped out Pokemon Pearl version. "Well what do we have here?"

I ran up to the jerk, determined to get my game back. "WHAT'RE YOU DOING!?"

Davis looked at my game. "Poke...Pokemon?...POKEMON!?" He laughed. "You still like that crap!?"

"GIVE IT BACK!!!" I yelled. He was holding me back with one had...How embarassing.

"Lemme think about it...No." The idiot said and crushed my game in his hand.

My hours...my time...my Pokemon...All gone...Why?

I stopped stuggling and just fell onto the floor on my knees, in shock of the thing Davis just did. "Why Davis?...Why?"

He ignored me and walked out of the room, laughing the whole way. "Oh man! Wait 'till the guys at school hear that you still like POKEMON!!!" HAHAHA!!!"

---------------

Oh...It's useless...I can't bring back my game just by putting the pieces back together...Useless.

I crawled into my bed. I was especially dissapointed in the fact that I lost 2 of my best, and favorite, Pokemon. A Gardevoir and Gallade. I was almost unstoppable with those two...And now they're gone forever.

---------------

-Normal POV-

As Jon went to sleep, he didn't notice his taped together Pearl version start to glow brightly, and a soft feminine voice called out to the sleeping teen. "You desire to be someone, to be a hero. So no one will pick on you, so no one will look down on you...You want to get way from this world...I can grant you this wish..."

As the voice faded, the light got brighter untill it covered the entire room. When the light faded, Jon was nowhere to be found...

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-Jon's POV-

"Ohh..."

"Jon! Wake up! breakfast time!"

"Alright mom." I said groggely.

I climbed out of the bed, and found out that the floor seemed farther than I thought. Or I was just still half-asleep. As I walked past the mirror in my room, I realised something. "When did I get a mirror in my room?" I asked myself. I looked at the mirror, only to find a Ralts staring back.

Instinctively, I moved my hands in front of my eyes. Short white stubbs for hands. I touched my head. Big red spikes.

"I'm a...Ralts?" I squeaked out in shock.