Pokeumans

Waking up from a dream I am not happy. I suppose you’ll want me to elaborate on why, well, first things first, introductions: My name is Lex, that’s what everyone calls me (or at least what I try to get people to call me) I’m 13 years old and I live in Mexico City. Today is Monday of the first week of school since the you-know-what virus happened and even though the pandemic wasn’t the best period of my life I still I wasn’t looking forward to having to return to school, I don’t really want to go into detail about it I’ll just leave it at that. Anyhow, I was woken up by my phone’s alarm at 5 o’something while my mum was making breakfast, dad was preparing for work and my brother was miraculously staying asleep and not bothering. I showered, ate, and then put my uniform on and headed to my school, which is a private middle school very close to my home which means I’m able to walk there, I’ll spare you the other details about the school since no one wants to hear about that stuff and

Chapter 5: Clara, clarisima. “Because when there is chaos it is easy to create whatever you want, like a fire that spreads and consumes,” Echoed in my head. But he must have already done something! He can't come as a doomsday preacher just to really do nothing! Unless that’s his intention. What if this is a lie? What if it was just to scare me? He said that, it is possible. It can be, because he is doing it. Damn, I haven't been able to sleep the last two nights. "Justin." But if so, maybe he contradicts himself and plans to make me paranoiac about this. Because yes, on the outside I am a rock, but on the inside it’s like a court of such a stir! Anger shouts, Fear yells, I don’t understand myself right now. Let's see... breathe. It may be that he really isn't going to do something, but it may be that he is, or that he hasn't done it yet, and in the last case, I can’t know when he is going to do something! Tragame tierra. And either way, he tries

Synchronicity Chapter 8: Review Session “Amateurs practice until they can get it right; professionals practice until they can’t get it wrong.” Harold Craxton Over the following days, I had begun a routine. I would wake up, have breakfast, go to class, and then go to lunch. After lunch, I headed to Gym #5 to work with Coach, followed by more of the same during my Gym class, though I was disappointed when the class focused on team games such as dodgeball or kickball, rather than sparring. Regardless, after my classes were done for the day, I was able to train. I focused on improving my endurance, using my moves to their full extent, and running around the gym. Well, it was less running and more throwing myself across the room. After a few days of the same, I found the novelty of training had worn off. What had begun as a spirited effort to improve my abilities became a chore as I felt my progress reach a wall. It was the Thursday after the tournament when Hugo started to join

Chapter 6: Rollback. ... "Ouch!" "Upps, sorry, I'll help you." "Oh thank you," The gabite replied, but he took a slightly more annoyed tone when he saw the person he had bumped into, "Patrick, uh... I can do it alone." He said, getting up. "But I just want to help you." The trevenant complained. "And I say thank you and not thank you, I can alone." Argued Alex. "I insist on helping you." The trevenant had collided with one of the strangest students he had seen: the postman Alex, who, by the way, is not even a real postman himself, he only delivers notices that, his incredible big father, the Headmaster, gives him to the renegades. Patrick always showed a certain disinterest towards him. The boy may be shy, but it is not very difficult to read his gestures. He had always wondered if that gabite could be the someone he was looking for, but he ended up disappointing him. Nothing but the typical spoiled boy of the director. Alex just got up, dusted himself

The movies: This happened at the end of the first week at the base, it was a normal Saturday with a week before full of boring classes and some ordinary visits to Camilo, nothing different from what had become my daily life. I had had a good day watching YouTube videos all morning, nothing specific. It was lunchtime, and like every other member who had done something totally productive in the morning *coughs*, the members of the 306 were going to the cafeteria. I went with my two roommates, who also worked hard that morning *clears throat*, for tacos, wow! We moved quickly in line due to Philip's impatience and found a table quickly, the guacamole was delicious. "Justin, we haven't done anything more interesting after you arrived," Tea started, "how about we go to the movies?" Did she say go to the movies? I turned to see her surprised, did we have a movie theater? I didn't remember them showing it to me. "How about we go to an afternoon movie?" "I think it's

Ugh... Where I am? Something bounces off in the distance... what is it? The sound comes from a very light thing, where is this known from? ... Now I hear a sob, it has nothing to do with the other sound. What is this if I can try to remember? Unlike the bounce of something, possibly a ball, which was heard far away; this sound was coming from very close, why can't I see anything? Why is everything so dark? Think, a ball... mmm, I remember that as a child I did not like them (and I keep not liking them), they scared me and I always tried to get away from them, I thought someone would hit me. Paranoid since childhood. The sob, it looks like a closed place, doesn't it? Otherwise I would hear the wind or something else. Good ear. "I'm going for the ball!" Someone shouted, maybe a child. That voice is familiar to me. "Oh, so here you are..." "Uh..." I heard another voice, from a child too, more distressed and sad in a weak murmur.

Synchronicity Chapter 7: Exit, Pursued by a Bruised Ego “The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting.” Sun Tzu, The Art of War The cheers were deafening as I returned to the battlefield. I walked to my starting spot barely able to form a coherent thought. The shouts rattled my ears as the siren sounded, beginning the fight. They continued to ring throughout the battlefield as Elise began her offensive. As she sought to end the fight quickly, the crowd cheered louder still. Unable to think straight, I let my instincts carry me through. I first used Light Screen as I had against Luis, almost forgetting that it would actually help this time. The crowd cheered as the onslaught of sound from Elise began to rattle my head. My HP was steadily being decreased. I desperately endured. The Light Screen managed to soften the blow that Elise’s sound wreaked on my head, but not completely removed it. The barrier also quickly broke under the power of

Synchronicity Chapter 6: Enter, Pursued by a Newcomer “Let’s get ready to rumble!” Michael Buffer I was shaken awake by someone. At first, I groggily wondered why someone needed me awake. After thinking for a bit, I remembered that I had a room to myself. There shouldn’t be anyone else here… Despite my fears, all I could say after just waking up was, “…Wha… Huh? Who…?” After my eyes adjusted more to the light, I could look at who woke me up. They were strange looking, to say the least. They were human, emphasis on were. While they still had a vaguely humanoid shape, their arms were covered in a light blue fur, as was their face. They had long and unkempt black hair that formed two points near their cheeks, as well as one unruly lock that stuck out the top of their head. On their arms, I noticed two yellow bands of the fur on both arms, near the wrists. Despite their slightly panicked expression, their sharp, yellow eyes dug into me. I also saw what I