Chapter Four: Friends vs. Enemies

 Time passed. Things were happening to fast. I taught Charmeleon Fire Blast by the way. But the thing that worried me most was that the end of the year was coming closer. Days slipped by, and I got a bit scared. You see, I was going to go to Bossley Town High School, yet my friends, all of them, were going to Ketchum, a religious pokémon high school. I was going to a crappy state school. Mum kept on saying that it was the best in the state of New Southern Wooper, but I'd rather be with my friends.   

 It was another sunny Monday morning, but normally I have to be dragged out of bed before the pokémon show. But at 6:30 am I woke up and practically jumped out of bed. I rushed around, picking out clothes (I have a very slight taste in fashion), jeans and a t-shirt with joggers. Dumb huh? Anyway, by 7:30, I was at the Poke Immaculate, after resentfully missing pokémon and Dragon Ball Z, waiting around for my friends to show up. 

 Around 8:00, Sartor approached me. Sartor is all right when he's by him self, but when he is with his best friend, Frosty (who's real name is Matthew), he gets all stuck up his own butt. I hate it when he's like that. Anyway, he approached me, and began to sneer.

 "Hello, heard your Ponyta got its but kicked." Frosty sneered.

 "It was an illegal pokémon," I retorted.

 "That's the way we are," Sartor replied. "We break the law." 

 Oh god. He wasn't this stuck up when Ponyta was hurt. "I challenge you two then," I challenged. "All on all." 

 "Okay," Frosty agreed. "This'll be a cinch. Two people versus one. Ha." 

 "Make that two people." I snapped my head around and saw Dion standing there, looking serious. "It's not fair to fight unevenly. Lets go." 

 "Go! Rattata! Meowth! Jiggly Puff!" Frosty called. Sartor just threw out his pokémon, Umbreon, and Raticate. He no longer possessed his Houndoom, thanks to me. 

 "Fight! Charmeleon! Pidgeotto! Pony--- oh hang on, I said I was going to give you a rest," I said. 

 "Drowsee! Abra! Gastly!" Dion called. "Ready Tara?" I nodded. "Lets go!"

 "Psychic! Hypnosis!"
 "Hyper Fang! Slash! Sing!"
 "Night Shade! Super Fang!"
 "Fire Blast! Wing Attack!" 

 We all shouted attacks at the same time, and the pokémon attacked. Charmeleon began to shoot big stars of fire at Raticate and Rattata, while Pidgeotto would keep attackers away from the fire pokémon with its wing attack. Drowsee and Gastly began to put Umbreon and Meowth to sleep. Abra began to attack Jiggly Puff who was trying to sing Dions and my pokémon to sleep, but couldn't because every time it opened its mouth, a psychic attack would be blasted into it. Sartor's and Frosty's pokémon were being overwhelmed by my power. Actually, Dion's and my power. 

 Frosty and Sartor (still stuck up his **s) were in fury. They knew they were loosing.

 "Why did you have to give Houndoom away?" Frosty hissed, making Sartor squirm. "Return." Three red beams of light shot from his pokéballs to the pokémon withdrawing them. Sartor followed Frosty's lead.

 "To chicken to continue?" Dion teased, recalling his pokémon. I recalled mine too.

 "We could have creamed you," Sartor sneered.

 "Just be grateful we let you go this time," Frosty added. With that, they walked off. 

 "Hi you guys!" Matt called, running up with Robert.

 "Hi Dion. Uh, hi Tara," Robert mumbled. 

 "Class!" Ms Holland called. "Get into a line! It's time to go on the bus." 

We lined up, ready for adventure. Little did we know what an adventure we'd come across…