Scytheteen
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Chapter 1- The Tryouts
Chapter 2- The Battle
Chapter 3- The Final Turn
Chapter 4- A Victory Gone Wrong
"And the award for best pokemon trainer in age group 13-15 is...Nick Aranoff!" said the announcer.
Nick couldn't believe what he was hearing. He knew he wasn't that great of a pokemon trainer, and he knew his pokemon weren't very good either, he thought he'd be the last person to win this award. This place where he was at, was a huge stadium. After the announcement the audience burst into applause and were all cheering his name. Most of his school was there and most of them participated. Even people who he didn't even know were cheering for him. Whilst everyone was cheering colorful streamers were being shot and glittering lights were coming from all directions. It seemed like some sort of magical dream.
"Um...I'd like to thank you all for this award and um...thanks, now gimme my trophy!" exclaimed the excited Nick.
The audience started to chuckle a little bit despite the fact that he didn't even say a joke, and it wasn't even that funny. They were all just suckups, but he didn't care, he was basking in his glory.
"And here you go...you very own..."
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!
The sound of an extremley loud alarm went off buzzing in Nick's ear.
"Ugh..." said Nick is his tired morning voice. "School again..."
"Nick, come on get up!" yelled his mom from downstairs.
"Yeah, yeah I'm coming," Nick shouted down.
Nick went shuffling through his drawers looking for something to wear. Eventually he found something. Normally he would just take out the first thing he found, but today, he made sure to pick out the perfect thing to wear, who wouldn't want to look their best on the semi-most important day of their lives? He picked out a short sleeved Hollister tee-shirt and a pair of his favorite jeans. He got his fleece jacket on and tied his sneakers. Nick looked in the mirror to see what he looked like in his outfit.
"This looks good," he said.
Nick was about 5'3 and weighed 105 pounds, but he wasn't fat. He had brown fair which today he flipped up in the front. He wore glasses and had blue eyes which sometimes turned green. Before Nick left the room he took a quick glance at his trophies on his dresser. He didn't have many, only about six. He had one for little football, two for little league soccer, one for little league baseball and the other two were for pokemon tournaments that he won. Nick called himself an athlete. In the fall he played football, and he wasn't half bad. He played running back, and he could really run. In the first half of winter, was a wrestler. That was something he wasn't so good at, but he beat a couple of kids. In the spring he ran track. He could run the 55 meters in seven seconds! He would always win for his school. When he got downstairs his mom stared at him for a few seconds.
"Thats what your wearing?" she said.
"Yeah, whats wrong with it?" He questioned.
"Well, its a little chilly out today, why don't you go put on a sweatshirt or get that jacket I bought for you last week," she said.
"Nah, today, i'm wearing what I want to, this is, as you may or may not know, the day for tryouts, and I will not come into school with anything less than my favorite things," he retorted.
"Okay, just remember your pokemon alright?" she said?
"Oh shoot! I almost forgot," he said while running up the stairs.
He looked at his desk and saw the four pokeballs on his desk.
"Phew, sorry guys, I almost forgot about you. Come on out, lets get some excercise!"
Four beams of a bright white light came upon the room and four rather large figures appeared before him. The first was a grasshopper like pokemon with big claws and sharp wings pointing out of its back.
"Hey there scyther, and how are we doing today?" he asked the pokemon.
"Scythe, scythe scythe scyther!" it happily replied.
The second pokemon was a small dog like pokemon. It was a dark black and it had what seemed like frightning eyes, which could easily turn friendly.
"Ah, houndour. Good morning to you," he said in a cheery voice.
"Houn...houndour!"
The third pokemon was a two headed pokemon. It had very scrawny legs and chicken feet. It had a very large middle with an extremely large beak on each head.
"Duodo, nice to see you pal!"
"Duo Duo Duo Duo..."
And finally there was the fourth pokemon. This was his newest and rarest pokemon yet. It was very small and was a light bluish color. It had a strange grey shell-like object above its head with eyes right below it. It had very small feet, with two toes and his arms didn't even have hands! Nontheless, he heard it was a strong and powerful pokemon and its final evolution.
"Nick, hurry, your going to miss the bus!" shouted his mom from downstairs.
"Alright guys, return!" and with that being said all of the pokemon returned to their respectable balls and he put them in his bag along with all his books.
He barely made the bus to school, but when he did he took his seat in the back. He was supposed to do his english homework on the ride to school, but he was to excited. He sat across from one of his best friends Chris. He was 5'2 and loyal person. He was very strong and could probably lift someone at random on his bus. He had brown hair and had brown eyes. He was really good at pokemon training, and he was trying out, but he wasn't so sure if he would make it. He only had two pokemon, but boy were they strong. They were a pidgeotto and a raticate. Most people trying out had 3 or more with them, so it would be hard for him to win. Diagonlly from his was his other good friend Jimmy. Jimmy had thick brown hair, almost black and he was a chubby person. He wasn't the fittest of kids and only did karate. He didn't spend much time training as he mostly caught. He has a team of six, but they were all weak. He definitley would not get on the team. And in front of Nick was Connor. He wasn't that good of friend of Nick's but he was friendly with him. He was only about 5'0. He was really strong and did wrestling. He could beat Nick. ALthough he was good at wrestling, pokemon training he was not so good at.. He only had one machop, and it could be easily beaten by Nick's doudo. He wasn't even trying out for the team. All Nick could think about the whole ride was the tryouts until Chris interupted his thoughts.
"So what pokemon are you using today in the tryouts?" Chris asked.
"Ha, I only have four pokemon, and your allowed to use at most 5," Nick said back.
"Oh, right, I don't think my team will stand out much, its about as common as flying pidgey," Chris said.
"At least your team is strong, I should've trained with you two, my team is all weak," said Jimmy in a sad voice.
"Have fun at tryouts, no way my machop is getting involved in all of that," Connor said from his seat.
And after that it got quiet and after about five minutes, they arrived at the school. He didn't pay attention to anything in the hall and rushed to english and sat down in his desk. He didn't do his homework and he was very nervous. After five minutes of him siting there kids started pouring in the room, and after two minutes the bell rang. His teacher was a very strict, but nice teacher. She didn't check homework for some reason today and Nick got lucky. He learned about some poet from the 1800's who married his own cousin.
"Boring," he thought to himself.
After what seemed like five hours, the bell finally rang. He went outside and some popular kid went behind him and pushed his books to the floor. Nick as you may now have guessed, was not a very popular student. He picked up the fallen books and rushed to art which was on the other side of the building. He barely made it there. He sat down at his seat across from a kid named Billy. Billy was a more popular student, but he was nice. He didn't talk to Nick that much, but when he did talk to him, it was never mean. Billy was a rather good looking person. He was 5'4 and his weight was unknown. He had a blonde hair higlight in the front of his hair. Today he wore an islanders tee-shirt with madras shorts. The shorts, obviously to big, feel down once in class, and Nick couldn't help but laugh. Billy was a really good trainer. He had five pokemon, most in the second forms. He was a rich kid as his dad bought him most of his pokemon. His first pokemon was a porygon, and Nick couldn't help but be jealous. He would probably be his biggest competition today. Meanwhile in art he was drawing a still life.
"Okay class, today we will be adding color to our drawings, so if you have not yet finished sketching the drawing, finish up quickly," said his art teacher, Ms.Roche.
Nick quickly added the color to his drawing, and it looked pretty good. Art was more of a fun class for him. And then the bell rang, signaling him to go to social studies. He would've fallen asleep in that class if his seat partner Dylan didn't keep him active. Dylan was a girl. She was 5'5 and was a heavy girl. She was also trying out for the girls team, and she was good. In social studies they were learning about westward expansion and Nick could care less.
"Why do we even have to take social studies," he whispered to Dylan, "It already happened."
She giggled at his joke and his teacher couldn't help but look up. Luckily, he didn't hear what Nick said. 4th and 5th period was more of a blur to him and he couldn't remember anything he learned in that science and writing enrichment period. Then it was lunchtime. He took his seat with three of his newer friends, Justin, Kevin and Austin. You would think by their behaviors that they would be long lost triplets. Justin was 5'3 and an obeise boy, but he keeps his weight down with football. He was a pokemon trainer and had three pokemon and he was sure to make the team. Austin was 5'1 and weighed probably 100 pounds. He had 3 pokemon as well, as he could beat anyone he wanted to if he tried. His only problem was that he got too coky at times, and let the battle go. Then there was Kevin. He was 5'3 and he was not a pokemon trainer. His parents had not believed in pokemon, and therefore, he never got one. So one day Justin, Austin and Nick pooled together their money and bought Kevin an Abra, which still remains an Abra. For lunch today it was meatloaf, Nick's least favorite school lunch. He thought of this as a bad omen. He listened to his friends jabber on about things, and he could care less as to what they were saying. He went to french and technology and that too was a distant memory to him. And finally, after a long day, the tryouts, were finally begininng...
He rushed downstairs to the huge gym to be the first one there. He was. He took a seat on the bleachers, and in about 3 minutes kids started pouring into the gym. Despite the fact it was huge, it was very cramped in there. After about 10 minutes, the three coaches came in. The first one was his math teacher. He got nervous about this for he was the head coach and he could make cuts if some kid was failing a class, and math was Nicks* worst subject. The second coach was the assistant coach, the one who was in charge of playing time and it was his social studies teacher. He got very nervous when he saw him because of that comment he had made earlier.The third was a spanish teacher. He was in charge on the discipline, he got nervous because people had told him he was a crazy workaholic when it came to sports. He could feel the meatloaf that he had from lunch moving around in his stomach.
"Alright everyone, go in the locker room and dress appropriately for the tryouts," said the head coach whos name was Mr.Dagger.
Everyone piled into the locker room. Nick rushed to his locker to avoid getting squished by everyone. It was too late though, by the same he was changing his shirt, all the guys were piling in. He eventually got changed and ran outside. When he was leaving the room, one of the popular guys tripped him. He fell on the ground and his chin broke his fall. Everyone started to laugh and Nick got very embarassed. These were all bad signs to him. WHen he got out the three coaches were sitting behind a desk with a clipboard to sign in. When everyone was finished signing in, they would tell you who your competition would be. When they were calling out names he didn't hear his own. It made him really anxious. When they finally called out his name, the name that followed was:
"Chris Leroux," Said the assistant coach whos name was Mr.Fields.
Chris was Nick's very best friend. He stomach cramped up and his face turned white. He wanted to make this team so badly, but he wouldn't want to hurt his friend in the process.
"I hope your ready," started Chris. "Cuz i'm going all out in this battle!"
To Be Continued
So...was this better than before?
Also...
*and math was Nicks* worst subject.
Should Nick have an apostrophe in there?
Chapter 2- The Battle
Chapter 3- The Final Turn
Chapter 4- A Victory Gone Wrong
The Tryouts
"And the award for best pokemon trainer in age group 13-15 is...Nick Aranoff!" said the announcer.
Nick couldn't believe what he was hearing. He knew he wasn't that great of a pokemon trainer, and he knew his pokemon weren't very good either, he thought he'd be the last person to win this award. This place where he was at, was a huge stadium. After the announcement the audience burst into applause and were all cheering his name. Most of his school was there and most of them participated. Even people who he didn't even know were cheering for him. Whilst everyone was cheering colorful streamers were being shot and glittering lights were coming from all directions. It seemed like some sort of magical dream.
"Um...I'd like to thank you all for this award and um...thanks, now gimme my trophy!" exclaimed the excited Nick.
The audience started to chuckle a little bit despite the fact that he didn't even say a joke, and it wasn't even that funny. They were all just suckups, but he didn't care, he was basking in his glory.
"And here you go...you very own..."
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!
The sound of an extremley loud alarm went off buzzing in Nick's ear.
"Ugh..." said Nick is his tired morning voice. "School again..."
"Nick, come on get up!" yelled his mom from downstairs.
"Yeah, yeah I'm coming," Nick shouted down.
Nick went shuffling through his drawers looking for something to wear. Eventually he found something. Normally he would just take out the first thing he found, but today, he made sure to pick out the perfect thing to wear, who wouldn't want to look their best on the semi-most important day of their lives? He picked out a short sleeved Hollister tee-shirt and a pair of his favorite jeans. He got his fleece jacket on and tied his sneakers. Nick looked in the mirror to see what he looked like in his outfit.
"This looks good," he said.
Nick was about 5'3 and weighed 105 pounds, but he wasn't fat. He had brown fair which today he flipped up in the front. He wore glasses and had blue eyes which sometimes turned green. Before Nick left the room he took a quick glance at his trophies on his dresser. He didn't have many, only about six. He had one for little football, two for little league soccer, one for little league baseball and the other two were for pokemon tournaments that he won. Nick called himself an athlete. In the fall he played football, and he wasn't half bad. He played running back, and he could really run. In the first half of winter, was a wrestler. That was something he wasn't so good at, but he beat a couple of kids. In the spring he ran track. He could run the 55 meters in seven seconds! He would always win for his school. When he got downstairs his mom stared at him for a few seconds.
"Thats what your wearing?" she said.
"Yeah, whats wrong with it?" He questioned.
"Well, its a little chilly out today, why don't you go put on a sweatshirt or get that jacket I bought for you last week," she said.
"Nah, today, i'm wearing what I want to, this is, as you may or may not know, the day for tryouts, and I will not come into school with anything less than my favorite things," he retorted.
"Okay, just remember your pokemon alright?" she said?
"Oh shoot! I almost forgot," he said while running up the stairs.
He looked at his desk and saw the four pokeballs on his desk.
"Phew, sorry guys, I almost forgot about you. Come on out, lets get some excercise!"
Four beams of a bright white light came upon the room and four rather large figures appeared before him. The first was a grasshopper like pokemon with big claws and sharp wings pointing out of its back.
"Hey there scyther, and how are we doing today?" he asked the pokemon.
"Scythe, scythe scythe scyther!" it happily replied.
The second pokemon was a small dog like pokemon. It was a dark black and it had what seemed like frightning eyes, which could easily turn friendly.
"Ah, houndour. Good morning to you," he said in a cheery voice.
"Houn...houndour!"
The third pokemon was a two headed pokemon. It had very scrawny legs and chicken feet. It had a very large middle with an extremely large beak on each head.
"Duodo, nice to see you pal!"
"Duo Duo Duo Duo..."
And finally there was the fourth pokemon. This was his newest and rarest pokemon yet. It was very small and was a light bluish color. It had a strange grey shell-like object above its head with eyes right below it. It had very small feet, with two toes and his arms didn't even have hands! Nontheless, he heard it was a strong and powerful pokemon and its final evolution.
"Nick, hurry, your going to miss the bus!" shouted his mom from downstairs.
"Alright guys, return!" and with that being said all of the pokemon returned to their respectable balls and he put them in his bag along with all his books.
He barely made the bus to school, but when he did he took his seat in the back. He was supposed to do his english homework on the ride to school, but he was to excited. He sat across from one of his best friends Chris. He was 5'2 and loyal person. He was very strong and could probably lift someone at random on his bus. He had brown hair and had brown eyes. He was really good at pokemon training, and he was trying out, but he wasn't so sure if he would make it. He only had two pokemon, but boy were they strong. They were a pidgeotto and a raticate. Most people trying out had 3 or more with them, so it would be hard for him to win. Diagonlly from his was his other good friend Jimmy. Jimmy had thick brown hair, almost black and he was a chubby person. He wasn't the fittest of kids and only did karate. He didn't spend much time training as he mostly caught. He has a team of six, but they were all weak. He definitley would not get on the team. And in front of Nick was Connor. He wasn't that good of friend of Nick's but he was friendly with him. He was only about 5'0. He was really strong and did wrestling. He could beat Nick. ALthough he was good at wrestling, pokemon training he was not so good at.. He only had one machop, and it could be easily beaten by Nick's doudo. He wasn't even trying out for the team. All Nick could think about the whole ride was the tryouts until Chris interupted his thoughts.
"So what pokemon are you using today in the tryouts?" Chris asked.
"Ha, I only have four pokemon, and your allowed to use at most 5," Nick said back.
"Oh, right, I don't think my team will stand out much, its about as common as flying pidgey," Chris said.
"At least your team is strong, I should've trained with you two, my team is all weak," said Jimmy in a sad voice.
"Have fun at tryouts, no way my machop is getting involved in all of that," Connor said from his seat.
And after that it got quiet and after about five minutes, they arrived at the school. He didn't pay attention to anything in the hall and rushed to english and sat down in his desk. He didn't do his homework and he was very nervous. After five minutes of him siting there kids started pouring in the room, and after two minutes the bell rang. His teacher was a very strict, but nice teacher. She didn't check homework for some reason today and Nick got lucky. He learned about some poet from the 1800's who married his own cousin.
"Boring," he thought to himself.
After what seemed like five hours, the bell finally rang. He went outside and some popular kid went behind him and pushed his books to the floor. Nick as you may now have guessed, was not a very popular student. He picked up the fallen books and rushed to art which was on the other side of the building. He barely made it there. He sat down at his seat across from a kid named Billy. Billy was a more popular student, but he was nice. He didn't talk to Nick that much, but when he did talk to him, it was never mean. Billy was a rather good looking person. He was 5'4 and his weight was unknown. He had a blonde hair higlight in the front of his hair. Today he wore an islanders tee-shirt with madras shorts. The shorts, obviously to big, feel down once in class, and Nick couldn't help but laugh. Billy was a really good trainer. He had five pokemon, most in the second forms. He was a rich kid as his dad bought him most of his pokemon. His first pokemon was a porygon, and Nick couldn't help but be jealous. He would probably be his biggest competition today. Meanwhile in art he was drawing a still life.
"Okay class, today we will be adding color to our drawings, so if you have not yet finished sketching the drawing, finish up quickly," said his art teacher, Ms.Roche.
Nick quickly added the color to his drawing, and it looked pretty good. Art was more of a fun class for him. And then the bell rang, signaling him to go to social studies. He would've fallen asleep in that class if his seat partner Dylan didn't keep him active. Dylan was a girl. She was 5'5 and was a heavy girl. She was also trying out for the girls team, and she was good. In social studies they were learning about westward expansion and Nick could care less.
"Why do we even have to take social studies," he whispered to Dylan, "It already happened."
She giggled at his joke and his teacher couldn't help but look up. Luckily, he didn't hear what Nick said. 4th and 5th period was more of a blur to him and he couldn't remember anything he learned in that science and writing enrichment period. Then it was lunchtime. He took his seat with three of his newer friends, Justin, Kevin and Austin. You would think by their behaviors that they would be long lost triplets. Justin was 5'3 and an obeise boy, but he keeps his weight down with football. He was a pokemon trainer and had three pokemon and he was sure to make the team. Austin was 5'1 and weighed probably 100 pounds. He had 3 pokemon as well, as he could beat anyone he wanted to if he tried. His only problem was that he got too coky at times, and let the battle go. Then there was Kevin. He was 5'3 and he was not a pokemon trainer. His parents had not believed in pokemon, and therefore, he never got one. So one day Justin, Austin and Nick pooled together their money and bought Kevin an Abra, which still remains an Abra. For lunch today it was meatloaf, Nick's least favorite school lunch. He thought of this as a bad omen. He listened to his friends jabber on about things, and he could care less as to what they were saying. He went to french and technology and that too was a distant memory to him. And finally, after a long day, the tryouts, were finally begininng...
He rushed downstairs to the huge gym to be the first one there. He was. He took a seat on the bleachers, and in about 3 minutes kids started pouring into the gym. Despite the fact it was huge, it was very cramped in there. After about 10 minutes, the three coaches came in. The first one was his math teacher. He got nervous about this for he was the head coach and he could make cuts if some kid was failing a class, and math was Nicks* worst subject. The second coach was the assistant coach, the one who was in charge of playing time and it was his social studies teacher. He got very nervous when he saw him because of that comment he had made earlier.The third was a spanish teacher. He was in charge on the discipline, he got nervous because people had told him he was a crazy workaholic when it came to sports. He could feel the meatloaf that he had from lunch moving around in his stomach.
"Alright everyone, go in the locker room and dress appropriately for the tryouts," said the head coach whos name was Mr.Dagger.
Everyone piled into the locker room. Nick rushed to his locker to avoid getting squished by everyone. It was too late though, by the same he was changing his shirt, all the guys were piling in. He eventually got changed and ran outside. When he was leaving the room, one of the popular guys tripped him. He fell on the ground and his chin broke his fall. Everyone started to laugh and Nick got very embarassed. These were all bad signs to him. WHen he got out the three coaches were sitting behind a desk with a clipboard to sign in. When everyone was finished signing in, they would tell you who your competition would be. When they were calling out names he didn't hear his own. It made him really anxious. When they finally called out his name, the name that followed was:
"Chris Leroux," Said the assistant coach whos name was Mr.Fields.
Chris was Nick's very best friend. He stomach cramped up and his face turned white. He wanted to make this team so badly, but he wouldn't want to hurt his friend in the process.
"I hope your ready," started Chris. "Cuz i'm going all out in this battle!"
To Be Continued
So...was this better than before?
Also...
*and math was Nicks* worst subject.
Should Nick have an apostrophe in there?
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