A Heart for Screamin’ Out-loud [1/3]

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A Heart for Screamin’ Out-loud

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Everyone was different, yet at the same time they were all Pokémon. Oddish, Poliwag, Stantler, Murkrow, Poochyena, Slugma – they were different, but they were still the same. Everything is connected in this world despite what seems a world apart. No one stands alone. Not a single soul would wish to dread through a lonely path. Together everyone is one and the world turns into a truly, magnificent place.

Young Whismur brought her paws together against the hard, solid feel of the thin covering to shut the book with a thud. She curled her paws around the edges to set the book next to a black, thin, cylinder pen. Outside the window was a sun that beamed from the east. A flock of Pidgey flapped their wings into the humid air. The sun bathed their brown feathers in a golden light of warmth that continued to wash over everything in the sun’s way. Some Pidgey separated their faded, peachy beaks to cry out “pidgey”.

The rays of sunlight shun into the small room and washed over the wooden floors. Gradually the light moved to the crumpled wallpaper. Whismur pressed her light violet paw against the top of the mirror. This mirror was connected to a maple vanity desk. The vanity desk had a variety of accessories that rested on its table top. Whismur curled her lips a bit and spread them out. The gap was short between her upper and bottom lip. She grabbed a couple threads of a light goldenrod ribbon to lace around a lock of violet hair on each side of her head. The endings of her hair faded out of violet and into a yellow color to match her ribbons.

“Whismur! You’re going to be late! Hurry up!”

Whismur’s flaps bounced when she snapped her head to glance at the wooden rails that cornered the stairway. Her yellow eyes continued to move around the room until they met themselves. Softly, the two hands cupped together and her chest heaved up a bit then settled down. Her mouth tensed and she tried to swirl her tongue to the vibrations on her tongue – nothing. Even if she were to pound her fists into the vanity desk and shove the furniture aside, the collision would not produce a sound. Whismur dropped her shoulders and dragged her stare along to the lower, right corner of her vision.

The girl turned on her heel to proceed down the stairs. Her ears blurred anything that made noise. Whismur brushed her feet against the wooden floors. All that accompanied her was the arrival of a sweet smell. Her footsteps quicken and the sudden pace caused the air to brush past the layers of her clothing. Whismur felt a slight trembling and a layer of tiny bumps spread across her skin. An older woman, who stood behind the counter, placed a plate of pastries in front of the young girl. The woman had a pair of yellow eyes and a soft violet touch to her long hair.

“You should hurry up dear,” the woman said in a very soft tone.
Whismur gave a short nod.

“Exploud, I have your lunch and don’t forget to grab it this time!” the woman burst out.

“I won’t, Loudred!”

Loudred’s flaps rose in the air to hear her husband’s cry. They then dropped and she grabbed a brown bag to place next to the plate of pastries. Without a word, Whismur grabbed a piece of the fluffy pastry to put into her mouth. The pastry had invited immediate warmth to her gums. Her eyes had shut while the creamy insides leaked out of the bread and onto her tongue. The nerves absorbed the sweetness of the cream and curled the lips upward. Whismur grabbed the brown sack and made a sprint to the door. One by one her feet sunk into her shoes before she would head out the door.

Stepping out the door, a field of tall grass blocked the girl’s view. Whismur intruded her hands in an area of tall grasp to push aside and walked into the green abyss. Rustles were heard left and right. Every now and again, a Rattata would skitter close by. Some Spearows and Pidgey landed shortly in the tall grass. Spearows would separate their beaks to cry “sqwak, sqwak” to the Pidgey. Then the Pidgey would respond with their cries of “Pid-gey”. Whismur lowered her stare and occasionally shifted her eyes. As long as she was hidden in the grass she was fine. Her footsteps had suddenly stopped and she raised her stare to a dark purple, thin Pokemon.

The Pokemon in particular had golden rings around its thin body. His tongue would slither out and he let out an “Ekans”. Two other Ekans stood on each side of him. He was the longest compared to them. His body swayed side to side as he lifted his body to meet Whismur’s yellow hues. “Kufufusss,” Ekans laughed. “Why, if it isn’t the Whismur from the old, shabby house.” he spoke, “Don’t bother wasting a second, all they’re good for is crying.” Ekans then lowered his body to swerve away with his buddies following him in laughter. Then just like that, Whismur continued to tread pass the tall grass.

Pokemon such as Whismur were known for one of their characteristics: hyper voice. No matter if sad, happy, or mad, their voices would raise to the heavens. This very voice was important to each individual Whismur. These voices made them who they are and made Whismur unique. People often say that words have power. Behind the words a voice that booms creates an unimaginable power. Therefore, to never speak was a tragedy to their kind. Whismur relied on their voices to help them understand themselves. Nothing could beat the experience of hearing a group of Whismur, Loudred, and Exploud exchanging their cries.

Whismur closed her eyelids. Why did her parents believe that that was the same case even today? Her parents lacked a sense of reality. They didn’t have the front seats to witness every day cruelty. Instead, they sat cozy at home or in their office. Workers had loved working with her father because he was such an efficient communicator. Her mother always had stories to boom over to the other wives in the neighborhood. Why didn’t they see what she did? Why could no one step in her shoes for once? Whismur kept her eyes closed while she continued to walk. She remained in the tall grass where others could not spot her existence.

There was a main road, but sometimes the tall grass was the safest path to travel. How many times has she taken this path? Enough to keep her eyes closed and know what direction to walk. Part of it was instinct. As long as she continued to head at least Northwest, then she was bound to reach the school grounds. So, when she will arrive, everyone would have their attention on each other. Their attention was merely a diversion for her to get into the school building unnoticed.

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Stopping in place, Whismur separated her eyelids to absorb to scenery. Her eyes were squinted into two tiny lines that crossed each other like plus signs. Pass the strands of greens, there was a medium sized, brick building. There was a tan road to separate the tall grass and the school building. A playground lied near the building in colors of red, blue, and yellow. The playground had an assortment of yellow seated swings and there were platforms that led to blue and red slides. A few Pokemon were hanging out in the sandy area.

Rattatas, Lillipups, Sentrets, and Zigzagoons chased each other in circles. Up in the monkey bars, Chimchar, Pansage, Panpour, and Panpear hung out. A fair amount of water Pokemon were standing around the ponds with some of the grass Pokemon. This is what a Pokemon School normally looked like from afar. Except not everything is what people see. While everyone had fun and seemed happy, that was just the beginning. The majority of Pokemon here after all leave the school in pursuit of a battling career. One day they’re friends for life, and then the next day they’re enemies.

Whismur placed a hand on her chest. She could feel the rhythmic beat in her chest continue to pound faster and louder. She had peered forth to eye the corners of the tall grass. She observed from the opening of the tall grass to watch the Pokemon around her. Then, when Whismur saw her chance, she made a sprint to the entrance of the school. Her hands squeezed onto the straps of her bag then relaxed as soon as she reached the door. Whismur slid the door open quickly then shut it the second she stepped foot into the school. Her body rested against the door and she slid down to her knees.

“What was that?!” Pachirisu asked.

“That was Whismur,” Plusle replied.

“Nothing to bother getting your panties tied in knots over,” Minun chuckled.

“Is she always that weird?” Pachirisu asked.

“Believe me hun, she was a lot of worst, now,” Purrloin purred, “Whismur is a pathetic excuse for a Pokemon.”

“You see, Whismur can’t even play games with us without ruining anything,” Plusle explained.

Minun pressed his ear against Plusle ears to create a spark while he spoke, “She’s just no fun.”

“Oh…” Pachirisu said and then asked, “Wasn’t she the one who everyone found first in a game of hide-and-seek?”

“More like hide-and-scream if you ask me, “ Purrloin sighed.

What more did she expect? In the past, Whismur would hug her body. She would try to reserve her strength for the upcoming day. Her eyes had a tendency to tear up, but not so much anymore. Sometimes the water would creep at the bottom of her eyes. Only a fool would waste her strength that easily. She had to keep strong so she can last for the rest of the day. There were more days in counting too. If she were to barely make an audible, soft sound the situation would turn worst. She didn’t the other students to try to make her feel inferior to them. They didn’t need to try, but when they did before, those were memories she wished to leave alone.

Whismur gathered a couple breaths then gathered to her feet. She slid her feet out of her shoes then grabbed them to move to her cubby. The main room had many other cubbies full of school appropriate shoes. Her feet drummed against the floorboards as she made her way around the room. She raised one foot, and she balanced on the other foot. Whismur was sliding on her shoes, then she heard the door slide open. Her body froze in place and she shut her eyes tightly. Would whoever entered the room leave her alone?

‘Please, five more minutes is all I ask!’ Whismur cried in her thoughts.

“...Alright then,” a low, deep voice said and the presence of the Pokemon shuffled its feet away.

Whismur parted her eyes then rustled through the rest of her morning. In doing so, she shoved her outside shoes into her locker then rushed to her classroom. The building had a staircase that led upstairs to a second floor and downstairs to the basement. She hurried down a hallway to a door then entered her classroom.