Chapter 1
I spent my time watching the other pokemon play football, during the time I had alone at breaktime.
I learned the basics of it, it's actually pretty easy.
Ever since my mom died, I have been lonely.
People see me sitting alone doing nothing and they don't want to "bother me".
I have no idea how pokemon think that company bothers me. In fact, I would enjoy someone at least talking to me.
Right after my mom died, my dad went to the bar, got drunk, and found a girlfriend which he's gonna marry in 1 week.
While watching the many feet trying to kick the ball, out of the corner of my eye I could see some girls playing legendary pokemon.
The Smoochum was apparently Hoopa and the Togepi was Lugia.
I should already be used to this, but somehow I still get a little sad looking at it.
Then I got a great idea.
I stood up, walked to the boys who were playing football and simply said; "I'm joining."
For a while they stared at me in disbelief and then burst out in laughter.
"You try!" A Dartrix said sarcastically.
"Sure." I said.
They stared at me for another while and then one whispered to his friends; "I think she's serious."
An Infernape set up a training course for me. "Complete this."
I ran around the cones, guiding the ball infront of me, and then reaching an end.
"Y-You completed it!"
I looked at them sternly. "You didn't believe I would, am I right?"
"U-Uh we d-did!" a Swampert stuttered.
"How about we start a game?"
Blaziken emmidiately chose me to be on his team. In the time I watched him, I realized he was a very skilled player.
Our team was Blaziken, me, Torracat, Grovyle and Lycanroc midday.
The other team was Swampert, Dartrix, Pikachu, Frogadier, and Dewott.
We started. I ran at top speed to the ball, which I then kicked into Lycanroc's way, and he kicked the ball into the other team's goal.
"SCORE FOR TEAM BLAZIKEN!" Blaziken yelled.
Grovyle darted past me to Swampert, who now had the ball.
Swampert ran to our goal with the ball, dribbling it, and Grovyle couldn't reach it.
When Swampert was peast expecting it, I came from the side and kicked the ball to Torracat.
The fire type ran to the other goal with the ball right infront of it's paws.
So close to the goal, Frogadier kicked it away and to Dewott, who was positioned very close to our goal.
I realized everyone was playing on the field and no one was the goalie.
I ran infront of it just in time.
The ball bounced off my outstreched wings, to Blaziken.
Blaziken dribbled it to the other goal, then scoring.
"SCORE FOR TEAM BLAZIKEN!"
Then the bell rang.
Time for the most boring class to ever exist.
German.
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