Chapter Eleven: Disco Drama 

I awoke early again the next morning, but not by instinct. Somebody was shaking me and rolling me around on the top bunk. 

"Huh?" I asked sleepily. Dion and Robert were on either side of my bed, shaking me. 

"Do you think it's funny to roll me and play rolls with me?" I asked a bit annoyed. 

"Tara," Robert began. 

"Where's Mathew?" I asked suddenly. I seemed to be full of questions that morning. 

"Uh," Robert said. 

"Tara," Dion replied. "I'm sorry." Mathew's bed was empty when I looked at it. They had gotten him. 

"Oh no!" I gasped. "We have to do something! Lets go!" 

"Firstly," Robert said, holding me back. "You said last night that it wasn't safe to go out alone, and secondly, maybe you had better get ready. Don't you remember, the disco is on tonight." 

"Disco?" I repeated. I thought quickly about what to wear. Mum said I had to wear a dress, and it wasn't wrecked in the fire. "Okay," I replied, trying not to be mad. 

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The day went by, and no cabins were burnt or Gyarados's came, but pokémon and people were going missing. When I had returned from swimming, my Pidgeotto had gone, and so had Robert's Poliwag. We were upset, but got ready for the disco. I resentfully put on my dress and high heel shoes, and carefully walked to the hall where the disco would be. It was hard not to trip in the difficult shoes. (You can probably tell I don't wear high heels much.) Anyway, I made it there, where a lot of year six was dancing. I looked for Robert, but couldn't find him, so I hung out with Dion. 

"You seen Robert?" I shouted over the music. 

"Nope," he shouted back. We went and danced for a while, until Mr Pannuchio stopped the music. All lights went out and only two spotlights shone on the stage. Eerie music played now, and two figures stood in the spotlight. 

"Mwahahaha!" they cackled. 

"We live our lives in disguise!"

"And deal with secrets and tell lies!" 

"Year 6, are you scared?"

"Then you better get prepared!" 

"Team Rocket lives again, and we've been at work!"

"We'll make you students hit the dirt!" 

"Anne Louise (but you call me Ms Holland!)"

"Steven (but you call me Mr Cauchi)!" 

"Team Rocket circle the earth day and night!" 

"Surrender now, because you've already lost the fight!" 

"How," I heard Chantelle gasp loudly. 

"Easy," Anne Louise (Ms Holland) replied. "Our boss was here all along, helping us." 

"Your boss?" Cindi exclaimed. 

"Yes," a voice echoed. "I, Giovanni Pannuchio, is boss of Team Rocket." 

"But, his name is John, not Giovanni!" I heard Anthony; another of Sartor's friends retort. 

"What do you think John means in Italian?" I sarcastically spat. 

Giovanni let his two pokémon, Persian and Mewtwo, and teleported off somewhere. Mr Cauchi, I mean, Steve let out a big, fiery spiked pokémon, Typhlosion, which created smoke that filled the hall. Team Rocket zipped down, grabbing Frosty and Dion on their way out. Somebody sent out his or her bird pokémon, which cleared up the smoke. Sartor just stood there. 

"Well?" I asked. "Are you just going to stand there? Come on!" 

"Go where?" Sartor sneered. 

"Go save your friends and mine!" I cried in expiration. 

"I'm not going anywhere," Sartor haughtily informed me. "You expect me to help you?" 
Oh boy, Sartor changes moods a lot. 

"Look!" I yelled. "If you don't do something, your best friend is going to probably be killed! And what's worse, they'll come after us too most probably, now that we know their secret! If you have a death wish, fine!" I pulled off my shoes and tossed them aside. I threw Ponyta's pokéball out and hopped on her back. "Come on Ponyta! We have a job to do!"