I hold Chey tightly as I walk forward.
"Hand the Pokemon over." is the first thing said to me. I glare at the teacher.
"No."
"Hmm?" the person said, somewhat shocked.
"No! Chey never hurt anyone!"
He narrows his eyes. "Keep that thing out of my sight."
Instead of responding, I spin around and race out the door, kicking around the broken glass. Wait, I need my backpack to hide Chey in. I sneak around to the back, and throw a rock in the window. It was open, but hey, I've never actually got to throw rocks at windows, Kay?
Then, I creep in and open my locker. After grabbing my stuff, I let Chey into my backpack, then creep back towards the window. Honestly, with all the alarms going off, I could have a marching band and no one would hear it. But, you know what? Sometimes it's fun to be a ninja.

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I glance down at the note in my hand as I walk into the store. Chey wisely stays silent in my backpack. Might as well get the boring stuff done first. In other words, the food.

After grabbing a ton of canned Oran berries, sitrus slices, and marshmallows (what? A girls gotta have her s'mores, wilderness or not), I head over to the backpack section. My eyes light up when I see the small scarlet pack that I saw on TV. It uses the same technology as a pokeball, turning its contents into energy for extra, weightless storage. Of course, we don't use pokeballs anymore.

Soon, the cart had an assortment of baseball bats, whistles, medicene, clothes, a pocket knife, hard and painful looking objects, batteries, matches, lego (and other painful children's toys), firewood, a flashlight, water bottles, and lots of other things. Running shoes, or heavy duty boots... I shrug and throw them both in. Even a hard looking bedpost sat it the corner. What? Gotta be prepared for everything. I turn right and grin. Last, but defiantly not least, the art section.

256... What? Since when did they have crayon packages that big? I drop the measly handful of sixty fours, and replace them with the new crayons. Next thing you know, they'll have 1024s... Welp, is be the first to get one. I glance back at the shelf and put the rest of the big packages in the cart.