A beginning to a hopefully successful fanfic.
Rated teen, as written by a teen. I believe that nothing too offensive is included
Feedback is well appreciated.
Enjoy.
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Broken and Burning: Prologue
A high midday sun shines upon a bustling playground of schoolchildren, its summer heat having no visible effect on the energetic youths. The occasional professor steps out of their relaxed patrol routine to caution a few over-exited children but, with no intimidation intended. Calm and blue skies compliment the brilliant sunshine beaming down onto our now peaceful scene, it shines on all children but one.
A boy of no real stature sits beneath the great Oak in the corner of the playground. Remaining oblivious to the beautiful weather as to further his studies on Pokemon Abilities. His nose dug deep into his textbook, he was yet again oblivious to another, rather obvious, factor.
“Hey Blake! Guess whaaat!”
The boy started in surprise, before prizing his eyes away from his beloved learning to see from where the chirpy, female voice had come.
His eyes peeked over the book, in his view he caught a pair of open topped shoes, revealing the tops of a rather petite pair of feet to the harsh sun above. His eyes travelled further upwards, taking in the girls bare legs, before moving to her untucked shirt past her underdeveloped breasts and onto her reddened face, that of which was beautifully accompanied by a beaming smile of pearly whites.
The boy’s body relaxed as he took in his closest friend’s beautiful forest green eyes, as a stark contrast to her rosy face and, more noticeably, her blazing ember-orange hair.
“Hello Eloize...” The boy spoke in an annoyed tone but, his acting was poor, it was obvious he was pleased his most trusted friend had taken the time out of her busy lunch-break to speak to him.
“Hiya Blake! GUESSWHAT!”
Her ever so eager tone always managed to bring Blake into a happier mood.
“I simply can’t fathom, what?”
Eloize, now literally buzzing with excitement was finding it difficult to refrain from screaming.
She failed.
“OHMYARCEUSTHEREISAREALLIFEPOKEMONINTHESCHOOLGROUNDANDGUESSWHAT”
Quite impressed at his ability to follow that, he questioned again...
“What?!”
“It’s a Growlithe!” came the reply, even if it was rather exasperated.
Now, being born and raised in Celadon city, and the west side of the city at that, Blake was more than aware of the rareness of a Growlithe. Add to that his love for learning and general desire for knowledge, and the young boy could easily understand where this young girls exitement was stemming from.
“OK then? Where is it?”
The girl turned to face behind her, pointing at a quickly expanding crowd of people, all students with no professors withing caring-range. However what Blake was more taken in by was the flick of her skirt and the flash of her fiery red hair in the sun.
Distracted again, Blake failed to realise the girl whom he was gawking at had already departed, at quite a pace too, into the direction of the crowd.
She didn’t even turn as she shouted back to him, “Come on!”
He snapped out of his daydream, and began to give pursuit. After a few moments the pair arrived at the scene, rather exhausted but all the same exited!
The excitement shattered as the scene before them unfurled itself. A wounded Growlithe lay in the centre of the circle of people, holding a fore leg off the ground due to the rather painful looking gash upon it. It growled as it’s offender approached for a second offense.
The boy was two years above Blake in school years, but he looked so much more. The man-boy’s hair was cut to the shape of his head, his uniform untucked and scruffy, none too similar to his shoes.
Standing by those very shoes, was a very buff looking Poliwhirl, whom was readying what seemed to be another Double Slap attack.
Out of everybody in the surrounding crowd, which contained the majority of the school by now, why he chose to stand out alone... he had no clue.
Blake stepped in front of the young Growlithe, whose growling ceased upon his entry. As did the hysterical laughter of the bully stood in front of him.
“Hey” Blake was running on his will to prove himself. “You” He didn’t know how this speech was going to go.
“You do know that Pokemon aren’t allowed in school don’t you?!”
Well played hotshot, point out a school rule, that always works...
...idiot!
The bully smirked, he had this kidcornered.
“Hey nerd, get out of here! You don’t belong in a battle! You belong in a classroom, with your gay little books!”the bully shouted back, his confidence building with every word.
Blake took that as an un-necessary remark. “That wasn’t very nice,” he retorted, in a rather broken voice.
“Of course it wasn’t! Stupid, little freak!”
“Urm... Neither was that-”
Blake’s mutterings was cut short by the order of a second Double-Slap by the bully. Yelping in surprise, he proceeded to dodge the attack. However, after turning his head, he saw how foolish he’d been.
The young pup howled in pain.
“Stop it!”
“Make me, geek! Come on, show me what you’ve got! Or are you too WEAK?!” the bully shouted, putting emphasis on the last word intimidating Blake further.
“I’ll tell you what,” he continued, “I’ve seen you with that red haired girl... How about you get out of the way..." He paused. To Blake, time began to still as the bully finished his threat...
“Or I beat the hell out of that ginger bitch!”
*Snap*
Blake couldn’t believe what he just heard.
He couldn’t help but march his way to the bully, whom which was rather beginning to regret his earlier mouthing off.
The young bookworm also couldn’t contain his pure anger as he raised his right fist to punch the bully.
Only after being dragged from the boy 12 minutes later could the young boy manage to contain his anger and calm himself. Unfortunately, the blood shed by him was splayed on the hot playground surface, for all to see.
Blake shrugged his captors away. And walked towards the main school building. Knowing fully well, something inside him had truly broken away.
Rated teen, as written by a teen. I believe that nothing too offensive is included
Feedback is well appreciated.
Enjoy.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Broken and Burning: Prologue
A high midday sun shines upon a bustling playground of schoolchildren, its summer heat having no visible effect on the energetic youths. The occasional professor steps out of their relaxed patrol routine to caution a few over-exited children but, with no intimidation intended. Calm and blue skies compliment the brilliant sunshine beaming down onto our now peaceful scene, it shines on all children but one.
A boy of no real stature sits beneath the great Oak in the corner of the playground. Remaining oblivious to the beautiful weather as to further his studies on Pokemon Abilities. His nose dug deep into his textbook, he was yet again oblivious to another, rather obvious, factor.
“Hey Blake! Guess whaaat!”
The boy started in surprise, before prizing his eyes away from his beloved learning to see from where the chirpy, female voice had come.
His eyes peeked over the book, in his view he caught a pair of open topped shoes, revealing the tops of a rather petite pair of feet to the harsh sun above. His eyes travelled further upwards, taking in the girls bare legs, before moving to her untucked shirt past her underdeveloped breasts and onto her reddened face, that of which was beautifully accompanied by a beaming smile of pearly whites.
The boy’s body relaxed as he took in his closest friend’s beautiful forest green eyes, as a stark contrast to her rosy face and, more noticeably, her blazing ember-orange hair.
“Hello Eloize...” The boy spoke in an annoyed tone but, his acting was poor, it was obvious he was pleased his most trusted friend had taken the time out of her busy lunch-break to speak to him.
“Hiya Blake! GUESSWHAT!”
Her ever so eager tone always managed to bring Blake into a happier mood.
“I simply can’t fathom, what?”
Eloize, now literally buzzing with excitement was finding it difficult to refrain from screaming.
She failed.
“OHMYARCEUSTHEREISAREALLIFEPOKEMONINTHESCHOOLGROUNDANDGUESSWHAT”
Quite impressed at his ability to follow that, he questioned again...
“What?!”
“It’s a Growlithe!” came the reply, even if it was rather exasperated.
Now, being born and raised in Celadon city, and the west side of the city at that, Blake was more than aware of the rareness of a Growlithe. Add to that his love for learning and general desire for knowledge, and the young boy could easily understand where this young girls exitement was stemming from.
“OK then? Where is it?”
The girl turned to face behind her, pointing at a quickly expanding crowd of people, all students with no professors withing caring-range. However what Blake was more taken in by was the flick of her skirt and the flash of her fiery red hair in the sun.
Distracted again, Blake failed to realise the girl whom he was gawking at had already departed, at quite a pace too, into the direction of the crowd.
She didn’t even turn as she shouted back to him, “Come on!”
He snapped out of his daydream, and began to give pursuit. After a few moments the pair arrived at the scene, rather exhausted but all the same exited!
The excitement shattered as the scene before them unfurled itself. A wounded Growlithe lay in the centre of the circle of people, holding a fore leg off the ground due to the rather painful looking gash upon it. It growled as it’s offender approached for a second offense.
The boy was two years above Blake in school years, but he looked so much more. The man-boy’s hair was cut to the shape of his head, his uniform untucked and scruffy, none too similar to his shoes.
Standing by those very shoes, was a very buff looking Poliwhirl, whom was readying what seemed to be another Double Slap attack.
Out of everybody in the surrounding crowd, which contained the majority of the school by now, why he chose to stand out alone... he had no clue.
Blake stepped in front of the young Growlithe, whose growling ceased upon his entry. As did the hysterical laughter of the bully stood in front of him.
“Hey” Blake was running on his will to prove himself. “You” He didn’t know how this speech was going to go.
“You do know that Pokemon aren’t allowed in school don’t you?!”
Well played hotshot, point out a school rule, that always works...
...idiot!
The bully smirked, he had this kidcornered.
“Hey nerd, get out of here! You don’t belong in a battle! You belong in a classroom, with your gay little books!”the bully shouted back, his confidence building with every word.
Blake took that as an un-necessary remark. “That wasn’t very nice,” he retorted, in a rather broken voice.
“Of course it wasn’t! Stupid, little freak!”
“Urm... Neither was that-”
Blake’s mutterings was cut short by the order of a second Double-Slap by the bully. Yelping in surprise, he proceeded to dodge the attack. However, after turning his head, he saw how foolish he’d been.
The young pup howled in pain.
“Stop it!”
“Make me, geek! Come on, show me what you’ve got! Or are you too WEAK?!” the bully shouted, putting emphasis on the last word intimidating Blake further.
“I’ll tell you what,” he continued, “I’ve seen you with that red haired girl... How about you get out of the way..." He paused. To Blake, time began to still as the bully finished his threat...
“Or I beat the hell out of that ginger bitch!”
*Snap*
Blake couldn’t believe what he just heard.
He couldn’t help but march his way to the bully, whom which was rather beginning to regret his earlier mouthing off.
The young bookworm also couldn’t contain his pure anger as he raised his right fist to punch the bully.
Only after being dragged from the boy 12 minutes later could the young boy manage to contain his anger and calm himself. Unfortunately, the blood shed by him was splayed on the hot playground surface, for all to see.
Blake shrugged his captors away. And walked towards the main school building. Knowing fully well, something inside him had truly broken away.
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