The blinding light vansished and toy saw that you where in a bedroom.
You looked into mirror. 14-year-old wearing glasses and total Pokémon apparel. My hair was brown and curly, not too long but definitely not cut recently or taken care of too well. It formed a big, irregular blob on my head, You looked lika a geek.
At first, I felt dorky even looking at my reflection, but that thought was soon swept aside as my mind was flooded by information about Pokémon.
I glanced around the room and recognized every Pokémon immediately. Then I walked to a desk that was obviously cluttered with Pokémon stuff. Not a very productive work environment, I thought to myself, I suppose I value certain things higher than schoolwork. This theory was further emphasised by the fact that all the notebooks on the table almost had more Pokémon scribblings than actual school stuff on them. The notebooks were labeled Mikey.
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