***DISCLAIMER***
Torchick does not own the region of Hoenn or any game/show characters
that may be used. Permission is needed to use the characters of Jenna
Riley, Aaron Johnson, Nick Walker and anyone else you do not recognize. 

Prologue: We All Have Our Problems


     "Isn't that Jenna Riley?"

     "Yeah, didn't she leave last year?"

     "Jenna Riley? Didn't she used to be really fat?"

     "That's her. She's changed a lot. Now she's a major whore."

     Jenna pulled on a curl as she walked past the group that had been
talking. They were silent now. "Hey Jenna, what kind of shoes are
those?" called out the leader, a wannabe punk from ninth grade named
Shianne.

     "Nikes," she replied hastily, still walking, still avoiding their
eyes.

     "Really? I have to add that to my mental list of shoes to never
buy," laughed the curly-haired blonde.

     Jenna stopped right in her tracks, slightly scuffing the perfect
shoes. "Really?" she smiled. "What a coincidence. I added your haircut
to my mental list of ways to make your children hate you. I don't think
I have anymore time to waste by talking to you." She waved, pink
manicured nails glinting in the sun and began to walk again.

     "Get back here, bitch!" called one of Shianne's friends. "We're
gonna kick your white ass!"

     "Go to hell!" Jenna called back and smiled to herself. This would
be an interesting year.

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     "So why did you ask me out?" Shelly's voice rang out pleasantly.

     "I have a thing for blondes," Aaron replied pleasantly. "And I
think you're cool and beautiful. Besides, Nick started liking Leah and I
liked Leah and I had to find someone else to like."

     He could hear the disgust as she spoke. "Those aren't good reasons!
I don't want to go out with someone who doesn't even like my
personality. We're over, Aaron."

The next sound he heard was the dial tone.

     He threw the phone down. "Shit!" he screamed. "Why does this always
happen to me?"

     "What was that noise?" called his brother Tristan from downstairs.

     "Nothing!" he lied quickly and grabbed the razor from the desk
drawer.

This was not a good day.

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     Nick strummed the last chord on his guitar. His girlfriend, Leah,
clapped and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "That's perfect, Nick!" she
exclaimed, her braces glinting in the basement's fluorescent lighting.
Her sister, Jennifer, sighed at the drumset.
"They're going to love that at church on Wednesday."

      Nick forced himself to smile, forced himself not to tell Leah that
the idea of going on Wednesday made him want to throw up. He was getting
tired of the people who split into cliques, tired of people fawning over
him and Leah and tired of hearing the same old shit day after day. What
made them think he didn't get it the first time?
   
He had to go find somebody to give him the flu by Wednesday.

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Sorry, I know this was short, but it's kind of an introductory
chapter(and a prologue!). Chapter 01 will be longer.

*~Torchy~*