Hello all, This is an RP that I thought up, it takes pokemon, and a twist of Digimon, same rules apply here as it does in the others...have fun!
The alarm goes off, and I get up, I looked over to the clock and smacked it quiet. Then I get dressed, eat a little breakfast, wave goodbye to Mom, Dad already at work, I leave for school. I get in class and take my seat close to the front. I was still tired from before so I lay my head down so that I could grab a nap before class. It was no more than five minutes when some punk stole my books and threw them in the garbage, I got up and got my books from the trash, and wiped them off, soon after class started.
Durring class, the same punk that threw my books in the garbage started hawkin spitballs at me, his friends snickered at my humility. I couldn't do anything at the moment, so all I did, was get low, and hope the teacher doesn't notice. After class, I left to go outside, because of a Pokemon battle I heard of between the big shots, I love watching it.
I saw them start it off, A Dragonair in one side, A Rhyhorn in the other. I cheered for both sides, it was a fantastic battle. Rhyhorn using Ice Fang, Dragonair using Dragon Rage in the other. It was fantastic, Rhyhorn won just barely... If it wasn't for that Sitrus Berry I think Dragonair would of won.
As I was heading back the jerk from before gave me a wedgie as I was heading back to class. The class laughed, I just went into the bathroom to fix myself, when I heard something like a sort of yelping sound, I ran outside to find 3 houndours beating up a poor Eevee. I ran over to eevee side, and picked him up, and ran off toward the door and closed it before the houndours started beating against the door I took the eevee to the nurses area. The nurse was alarmed and rushed over to help this poor eevee, I stood by his side till he felt better. It took the rest of the day but when the school day was finished the nurse was able to treat it back to health. I decided to take it home and continue to help it get back on his feet.
When I got home my mom looked over the pokemon I brought home. She felt sad for it and cooked up her famous Cream of Chicken Soup, from scratch! Me and Eevee both drank down the soup, with delight. When we got to the bed I let Eevee sleep in my bed and I would sleep on the floor. After about an hour or so, I heard a small thump and looked up. Eevee had gotten down off the bed came up next to me and gave me a small lick on the cheek. then it sat down and went to sleep next to me, I covered it with a blanket and went to sleep next to him.
The alarm goes off, and I get up, I looked over to the clock and smacked it quiet. Then I get dressed, eat a little breakfast, wave goodbye to Mom, Dad already at work, I leave for school. I get in class and take my seat close to the front. I was still tired from before so I lay my head down so that I could grab a nap before class. It was no more than five minutes when some punk stole my books and threw them in the garbage, I got up and got my books from the trash, and wiped them off, soon after class started.
Durring class, the same punk that threw my books in the garbage started hawkin spitballs at me, his friends snickered at my humility. I couldn't do anything at the moment, so all I did, was get low, and hope the teacher doesn't notice. After class, I left to go outside, because of a Pokemon battle I heard of between the big shots, I love watching it.
I saw them start it off, A Dragonair in one side, A Rhyhorn in the other. I cheered for both sides, it was a fantastic battle. Rhyhorn using Ice Fang, Dragonair using Dragon Rage in the other. It was fantastic, Rhyhorn won just barely... If it wasn't for that Sitrus Berry I think Dragonair would of won.
As I was heading back the jerk from before gave me a wedgie as I was heading back to class. The class laughed, I just went into the bathroom to fix myself, when I heard something like a sort of yelping sound, I ran outside to find 3 houndours beating up a poor Eevee. I ran over to eevee side, and picked him up, and ran off toward the door and closed it before the houndours started beating against the door I took the eevee to the nurses area. The nurse was alarmed and rushed over to help this poor eevee, I stood by his side till he felt better. It took the rest of the day but when the school day was finished the nurse was able to treat it back to health. I decided to take it home and continue to help it get back on his feet.
When I got home my mom looked over the pokemon I brought home. She felt sad for it and cooked up her famous Cream of Chicken Soup, from scratch! Me and Eevee both drank down the soup, with delight. When we got to the bed I let Eevee sleep in my bed and I would sleep on the floor. After about an hour or so, I heard a small thump and looked up. Eevee had gotten down off the bed came up next to me and gave me a small lick on the cheek. then it sat down and went to sleep next to me, I covered it with a blanket and went to sleep next to him.
