It’s cat-like ears perked up, and a long nose was nestled between two squinted eyes. Though the more Preston looked at it, the more it looked like a…a–HYPNO! Preston blinked, expecting for the image to be gone, but there it sat, swinging its pendulum–a gray stone with a hollowed center attached to a string–to and fro. He opened it and pressed the power button, but stopped when he caught something out of the corner of his eye.Īt first glance, it looked like a yellow speck. The boy cast another glance at his teacher, before he took the DS out of his short’s pocket. So, he brushed dirt off his Pokémon shirt with Ash and Pikachu, and sat under the tree nearest the forest on the outskirts of the playground.Īcorns hid in the gold and orange, leaf-littered ground, and as Preston sat his back scraped against the tree’s trunk. He had a lot of friends after all–Pokémon. Preston sighed, staring at them, but then turned away. Kids played ‘Shark’ in the sandbox, and swung one another on swings. Preston sighed, tucking the game system in his pocket. Jimmy just stood over him, fists clinched, but finally just walked away. He felt a smile coming on, but forced it back. For a minute, Preston thought Jimmy looked like a red version of the Hulk. “No one likes you, you Pokémon freak!” Jimmy said. He closed his smaller, blue DS so that the Pokéball sticker showed on the front and tucked it in between his legs just in case she looked up. I really don’t want her to take my game away again, he thought. Preston smirked, though Jimmy’s voice made him glance at the metallic picnic table across the playground, where Ms. “You cheat! I told you to never use your Blastoise. “That’s not fair!” Jimmy cried, slamming his large, gray Nintendo DS shut.
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