From: AzNPiKaPi <aznpikapi@aol.com.angel> Subject: [PW!] Two worlds will collide Date: Monday, May 31, 1999 10:26 PM "I'll be fine, ok. I've really given it some thought, and I'm not gonna do anything like this ever again." Wind said in decidingly. "Yeah, that's what you said last time." Dev said in a quick and harsh voice while wrapping a bandage on her wrist. "Then two birds fly into a Chinese restaurant squawking and I come back to a door busted open by my bulbasaur and dratini and you covered in blood." "Last time... That was different. I'm going through these changes..." Wind started. "Yeah and it involved propelling projectiles into the ceiling of a motel room?" Dev answered, throwing a few bloody towels into a laundry bag. "This, this is not going through a few simple changes, this is bad. This is professional help bad." Dev said nervously as he finished tightening up the bandage. "I want you to see a shrink." "That won't be necessary Devon." Wind reached over and pushed him against the wall, and kissed him hard. "I believe you." Dev said, his voice reaching new tonal heights, while being shoved on the cheap motel bed. +_+_+_+_+_+_+ "Jigglypuff puff[I think they're having too much fun, or they're beating each other up" "Sand sand [Either way they won't be eating this food." Sandshrew started getting into the bag of Chinese food. "Bulba bulba saur [I agree]" +_+_+_+_+_+_+_+ Meanwhile in another place and time "Ok Clara, when you finish carting these school supplies to the Math and Science Building, send the following e-mails to former students to see if they want to visit." "I thought the reunion was a month ago." Clara said starting to push a cart of pencils down office of pokemon tech. "No this isn't a reunion, this is for those hot shot pokemon trainers who've decided to leave. Now get moving." "Yes Ms. Tinklesworth." Clara said, and starting quickly wheeling the cart down the hall not wanting to spend any moment longer then needed with that old witch. She looked over at the window were some guys were swimming. "Hey! Porter watch it!" A voice cried from down the hall Clara cursed under her breath as she knocked cart into chair and spilled pencils down the floor. "Clara I really don't understand why you want to work here." Her friend Monica walked in and starting picking up the cart's contents. "It's not like you, or any student here needs the money." "It's not the money, it's the experience I need." Clara answered smiling pushing the cart. "I know you want to, like, get some changes. But being Ms. Tinklesworth's lackey isn't it." Monica panned. "Besides, pushing carts isn't exaclty your specialty. Come on, the last game of the season is tonight. Maybe even Art will come" Monica finshed after Clara bumped into a small potted plant outside. Eventually after delivering the cart and spending some time with the girls, Clara took the list out. Jezelle Bell Sinbad JoMaMa Devon Jack Clearmountian Billy Manson Wind Fireblade Art Clearmountian Joe Blow Peter Park Clara looked closer. Wind? Clara thought back to three years ago when they had been closer friends. Clara had been 13 then, Wind was only 11. After what happened to her family Wind became an impossible person to deal with. She constantly broke things and got into fights. One day she just packed up and took off. By that time Clara hadn't talked to her for weeks. I wonder how she's doing, she thought. Maybe she'll tell me a few things about what it's like out there in the real world. The oh-so-innocent Clara Porter immediately started typing an e-mail, Subject: High School Hell. TBC! "The world bites, live with it" Pen:brush:Keyboard:Paint. One day the mother weedle will have her revenge! =========-//> Wind Fireblade, Please send fanmail.<//-==========