NiallC
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Just a quick note this is just to give an idea of what the story will be about. I'd love to hear criticism, negative or positive I'm not bothered by it.
My watch, a specially made watch with a Fearow hologram on the front, showed that only three minutes of the hour exam was left. I rested my head down on the palms of my eyes and slowly closed my eyes, the sweat on my palms causing my head to slowly slide but they near enough stayed in place for the remainder of the exam which I counted slowly by.
“Now, pens down!” a croaky voice declared, coming from the small, humpbacked man who was stood at a podium in the front. “Any talking would result in your disqualification, face the front and wait until we tell you to move.”
After a few minutes the hall was dismissed, I along with five hundred other students students quickly but silently made our way out the hall into the school grounds which already full of other students who had been in the other three halls - my hands were still sweating so I wiped them on my jeans and looked for my mum. I didn’t want to be here, I just wanted to get home and sleep, which I did, wake in the morning with the confidence I usually have and just wait till the May third when the results on whether we’d made it into the academy were sent home. The six month process from applying to interviews, interviews to battles, battles to exam and exam to results seems so long but in reality the days slip by quickly, and I can barely remember anything in between but in no time I was waking to the sound of my mum shouting upstairs, insisting I get down instantly.
“It’s here Niall! The results are here,” she was nearly excited as I was, the joy of having a son at the prestigious Hoenn Academy was something that she could be proud of. Her hands shaking she passed the brown envelope to me, I slid my finger in and slit it two. A crisp white letter fell out, landing on the table. “Open it up,” she said picking up the piece of paper.
Slowly I began unfolding it, my eyes closing whilst doing so. “Aaaah!” my mother screams, “you got in, you got in!” She grabs the letter from my grasp and reads the top line carefully again but I donn’t care she ruined the surprise, I got in. That’s what I wanted and I got it. I discarded chairs and kicked cushions away as I jump ecstatically round the room, how amazing, I was going to Hoenn Academy.
I slide into bed but I'm restless; kicking off the covers, pulling them back on, sitting on the couch at the front of my bed, pacing the room, climbing on to the roof through my window – eventually I settle into bed and drift into a calm slumber, a soft purr from my lips as I slept away my exhaustion. My day had consisted of large hours spent in different shops buying new clothes, new equipment, and new books. A list had been provided of what I’d need and the recommended shops to go to and my mother made us follow it to the tee. If it wasn’t obvious before her excitement definitely was now, it’s starting to get a little annoying.
Little happens in the one remaining month of school, I graduate peacefully and enter the dull, boring summer months that block the joy of going to the academy. I go to the beach, I go for a walk, I hang with friends. But I don’t wanna do that. I’ll probably never see most of them again and I’d rather end my memories with them being happy times at school than being bored with them in summer doing tedious, repetitive stuff. I don’t want those to be my last memories so I stick with the few people I know I’ll see again on my return during school holidays but even the time spent with them is quite boring – I just can’t stop thinking about start of term.
Prologue
The hall was eerily quiet whilst my heart sounded loud enough to echo round. I was confident; this exam seems extremely easy but maybe too easy. Glancing at each question the answers were coming to my head so quickly it was actually shocking me. In primary school I’d never been this quick, I got good grades but answers took me a while to figure out - the fifty questions before me just seemed like they were there to trick us. Make us think it was one thing but it was actually another, but I couldn’t find anything as each answer just seemed so simple. This was making me nervous, I’ve always been confident that I’d pass the exam but not with the ease it will have taken if these answers were all correct, it’s just too strange. With two thousand applicants only sixty could enter but with the answers so easy there is a possibility that they will have too many passing, obviously interviews and battling are taken into account but the exam is where a lot of people either cement or lose their place at the academy, and it looks like so many could cement it.My watch, a specially made watch with a Fearow hologram on the front, showed that only three minutes of the hour exam was left. I rested my head down on the palms of my eyes and slowly closed my eyes, the sweat on my palms causing my head to slowly slide but they near enough stayed in place for the remainder of the exam which I counted slowly by.
“Now, pens down!” a croaky voice declared, coming from the small, humpbacked man who was stood at a podium in the front. “Any talking would result in your disqualification, face the front and wait until we tell you to move.”
After a few minutes the hall was dismissed, I along with five hundred other students students quickly but silently made our way out the hall into the school grounds which already full of other students who had been in the other three halls - my hands were still sweating so I wiped them on my jeans and looked for my mum. I didn’t want to be here, I just wanted to get home and sleep, which I did, wake in the morning with the confidence I usually have and just wait till the May third when the results on whether we’d made it into the academy were sent home. The six month process from applying to interviews, interviews to battles, battles to exam and exam to results seems so long but in reality the days slip by quickly, and I can barely remember anything in between but in no time I was waking to the sound of my mum shouting upstairs, insisting I get down instantly.
“It’s here Niall! The results are here,” she was nearly excited as I was, the joy of having a son at the prestigious Hoenn Academy was something that she could be proud of. Her hands shaking she passed the brown envelope to me, I slid my finger in and slit it two. A crisp white letter fell out, landing on the table. “Open it up,” she said picking up the piece of paper.
Slowly I began unfolding it, my eyes closing whilst doing so. “Aaaah!” my mother screams, “you got in, you got in!” She grabs the letter from my grasp and reads the top line carefully again but I donn’t care she ruined the surprise, I got in. That’s what I wanted and I got it. I discarded chairs and kicked cushions away as I jump ecstatically round the room, how amazing, I was going to Hoenn Academy.
I slide into bed but I'm restless; kicking off the covers, pulling them back on, sitting on the couch at the front of my bed, pacing the room, climbing on to the roof through my window – eventually I settle into bed and drift into a calm slumber, a soft purr from my lips as I slept away my exhaustion. My day had consisted of large hours spent in different shops buying new clothes, new equipment, and new books. A list had been provided of what I’d need and the recommended shops to go to and my mother made us follow it to the tee. If it wasn’t obvious before her excitement definitely was now, it’s starting to get a little annoying.
Little happens in the one remaining month of school, I graduate peacefully and enter the dull, boring summer months that block the joy of going to the academy. I go to the beach, I go for a walk, I hang with friends. But I don’t wanna do that. I’ll probably never see most of them again and I’d rather end my memories with them being happy times at school than being bored with them in summer doing tedious, repetitive stuff. I don’t want those to be my last memories so I stick with the few people I know I’ll see again on my return during school holidays but even the time spent with them is quite boring – I just can’t stop thinking about start of term.
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