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Everyone thinks of changing the world,
The bright Cinnabar Island sun shone down on the boy as he let the ocean waves crashed against his feet. The sounds of the waves mixed with the wingull cries overhead were like a beautiful melody to the boy. The sky was cloudless and the sand was just right. It was perfect.
The train halted to a quick stop as it picked up and dropped off passengers. Kuan-Yin yawned and rubbed his eyes, irritated that the stop woke him from his perfect nap. He looked passed his sleeping Granbull in the window seat and out the frost covered window. Snow covered the ground and trees. He sighed at the thought of snow. Quickly, he bundled up in his coat and wondered when he was going to make it to headquarters to meet his new boss. He wasn't looking forward to meeting his new boss. From what he had heard, the new boss wasn't too keen on the idea of having lazy employees.
Kuan-Yin altered his view from the window to the headrest in front of him. It was a better view, no snow to remind him of how cold he was. He slouched down in his seat, causing his head to be almost level with the arm rest. Bored, he took out his pokegear and looked for an interesting radio station. To his dismay, there was nothing to his liking. He left it on the only station that came in at the moment. "I guess Oak will have to do." He sighed and closed his eyes, hoping the boring talking would lure him back into a peaceful nap.
but no one thinks of changing himself.