BY AERIS1172
I don’t own Pokèmon but I own Riddel and the club Poetry Confessions in the story. AND THA POEMS!!! I own Riddel cos I own myself and I own Poetry Confessions cos I made it up!!!!!!! And BTW, I made all poems, so if you wanna use em; ask me first and ditto about Riddel.
Riddel’s
P.O.V
It was a
fair Saturday night. All my friends were at the Poetry Confession.
Poetry Confession is a nightclub where there is dancing, celebrating, poetry
contests, dance contests, prize drawings and much more. I sat in at a table
with Ash, Misty, Brock, May, Max and my friends Amy and Sarah. My poem; it was
a scheme. I know there would practically be death, but I couldn’t resist
reciting it here. In front of all these people!!!
“So Misty,” I yelled over
the music, “How’s everything been going?”
“Everything is pretty
good,” she yelled back.
“Whadda about you Ash?” I
asked.
“Okay. I caught a
Corphish,” he bragged, stupidly.
“You told us that story
twice on our way over here, Ash,” Max screamed.
“Oh yeah! Hehe,” He
guffawed.
“Ash, you’re so annoying
sometimes,” Misty said, putting her hand on her forehead.
“No I’m not,” he shot back.
“Yes you are,” May added,
nodding her head and sipping on her latté. Ash and Misty started fighting. I
pointed back and forth at Ash and Misty to Sarah and Amy. I faked to sigh and
fluttered my eyelids. Both of my friends cracked up. Amy’s diet-coke flew out
of her nose, distracting Ash and Misty from their fight. May looked over and
her latté almost came out of her nose as well.
“What’s so funny,” Misty
asked, her face flushed from screaming.
“It’s obvious Misty. It’s
your face,” Ash said, rudely.
“Shut up,” screamed Misty,
bashing Ash on top of his head.
“Ouch!! Who are you and
were am I?” Ash asked, after the bash.
“Guys, guys, guys… Come on,
we’re here on a break,” Brock said. He looked over on the dance floor.
“I see hot girls calling
out my name. Later guys.” Brock hopped up to the dance floor.
“Oblivious, isn’t he,” Amy
asked, wiping her nose.
“Yep,” May said.
“Ya just realized that,
May?” Asked Max.
“Shut up, kiddo,” May
commanded. Max retaliated angrily.
“I’m not a kiddo!! I know
more about Pokèmon than you ever will, stupid,” yelled Max.
“Whatever!!! You need ta
stop lookin’ at them books so much and have fun. Go dance like a monkey or
something Max,” She said and pushed him over to the dance floor.
“Hey, hey, hey, hey,
heeeeyyy,” screamed Max, almost dropping his PokèNav. The dance music stopped
and on came a slow song. Amy got up and went to the counter and ordered a
drink. She did that every time a slow song came on. Never wanted to dance ever
since Jack dumped her.
“Hey Riddel,” Sarah said, “How
are you going to handle the poem?”
“Well, I know she’s gonna
try to kill me, so, earlier I asked the manager to make sure the alarm didn’t
go off when I ran out of the emergency exit.” Sarah tilted her head.
“You know that I’m gonna
hafta RLH.” Sarah nodded. Amy sat her drink down, and went to sit on her chair.
“Shhh,” Sarah muttered to
me. She pulled the chair out from under Amy’s rear before she sat down. Amy
fell down. Ash, Misty, May, Sarah and I all cracked up. As soon as we silenced,
Amy started to laugh. Whew, am I glad she’s okay!
“Humor; always a good
thing.” I looked behind me to see who was speaking. Jack.
“Oh, hi Jack,” I said
nervously.
“Mind if I sit down with
you guys?” He asked.
“Go ahead. Knock ya self
out. Whatever ya wanna say.” Jack sat down beside Max in the chair that Brock
had been in.
“And Jack: please don’t be
talking in Al Bhed, if ya get my drift,” I said, warning him. He just laughed.
“So… would you care to
introduce me to your friends.” Amy introduced them.
“Okie dokie then.” A man
stepped on stage, up to the microphone.
“Welcome to Poetry
Confessions, ladies and gents! We have some very poetic folks here tonight.
First up, Ashley Simpson!!!” Ashley stepped up on stage and sniffed.
“My poem is called attack.”
Attack of the 50-foot pigeon
It pooped on my foot
Not just a smidgeon
Looks like white soot
Attack of the 50-foot piano
Dropped a key on my head
My name is Liano
I need to be fed
The whole room was silent.
“BWAUGHAHAHAHAH!!!” Someone
busted out laughing, followed by the whole room. Poor Ashley was crying. But it
was her fault for making a stupid poem.
“Oh my god… That was really…
interesting,” said the man on stage, laughing at Ashley. All right. Next up is,”
he said, looking at his list, “Sarah Ashley.” The room cheered.
“Go Sarah!!!” Amy yelled.
“Woo,” Jack and I screamed.
“This poem is called Amy.”
Blonde and witty
She’s all you want in a
friend
She’s quite pretty
Whenever you have a
trouble, she’ll help you mend
Amy “Nicole” Quigley
Her hair is not squiggly
With black fabric on her quick
write
She never causes a fight
The majority cheered.
“Amen to that,” I yelled,
laughing. The man stepped up to the mic once again.
“Who wants to take a break
from poetry for I while. I do. Alright, lets get some music again Ernie!” The
DJ nodded and put a record on the turn table.
“Hey, Riddel! Come on let’s
dance! I’m getting bored,” said Misty. Misty, Amy, Sarah and I all got in our
little group and started dancing.
“Riddel tells me that you
fell for Ash, Misty,” said Amy. I nervously smiled at Misty and she gave me an
evil look.
“Heyck no,” Misty said with
a twang. Yeah right. Everyone knows you love him but him. I snorted.
Sarah looked at me.
“Pig much?” She asked,
stupidly. I shook my head laughing. The song stopped abruptly, and a slow song
came on. We all sat back down.
“Boy, they gotta ruin all
our fun by putting a slow song on,” Amy joked, rolling her eyes.
“Hey Riddel, wanna dance?
As friends?” Asked Jack quickly.
“Sure,” I said too
enthusiastically. Amy looked at me, with the look of revenge in her eyes. Crud.
I forgot she still likes him. I was planning to talk to him about Amy when
we were dancing. He put his hands on my waist and I hung my hands over his back.
“So, Jack. Why’d you dump
Amy?” I asked, tilting my head.
“Cos she stood me up at the
dance.” I rolled my eyes angrily.
“You’re a moron. She had to
work on stuff for-“
“Really? I thought she was
just being a bit-“
“No. She’s not one of them.
Most of the time. She still likes you ya know? Why don’t you dance with her the
next song and at the end of the night, give her a kiss an’ ask her out.” Jack
looked at me, sternly.
“Sure it’ll work?” I nodded
my head and smiled.
“I’ve never had a
relationship, but it doesn’t mean I’m stupid. I’ve seen enough movies and
helped Ella with her boyfriends. Trust me, Jack,” I said. I liked Jack a lot but
I knew Amy would kill me if he asked me out or something. I was trying to quit,
and it was partly working. The slow song stopped and another one began.
“Now go do it, man,” I said
with a sly smile on my face. I sat down and decided to enjoy the ride. Both
Jack and Amy were blushing, extremely bad. I saw Amy smile and look over at me
happily. I gave her thumbs up and winked.
“Hey, did yaaa set them up,”
Ash asked. I smiled.
“Yep.”
“Boy that was really
smooth, Riddel,” Misty said, sipping on her tea. I smiled, shut my eyes and
stuck out my tongue at her.
“Hey,” May said, “You
looked like Brock there for a sec!” We all started laughing. Brock was still on
the dance floor, looking for a girlfriend. As the song ended, the man came back
on stage.
“Aaaaaaaalllriiiightyyy. We
didn’t have many volunteers for the night, so here’s da last performer, our
very own: Riddel Johnson!!!!!” I hopped upstage.
“How ya doin’ tonight?”
Everyone cheered and I smiled.
“My poem is called The One
Who Was Dense. Oh and BTW, its free verse. No rhyme scheme. If ya thinking
‘Hey waitta minute this
girl’s poem ain’t been rhyming’ after I said this, you’re obviously drunk or
was talking.” I stuck my chin out and eyeballed everyone.
“Just kiddin’ folks.” I
began reciting my poem.
I have a friend
Who fell in love with an
idiot
She was quite enamored
With that dense fool
He was so dense
That if she said “Hi!”
He would look at her
And say “Who are you?”
And he always called her
scrawny
Then she would hit him
Beating him up
Was the only way to hide
her love
Her name was Misty
His name was Ash
Now the poem’s over
And I must run
“Seeya later folks,” I
screamed as Misty bounded onstage, ready to kill. I rushed out the emergency
exit, followed by Misty. She tackled me down to the ground. I was laughing my
head off.
“I swear, I’m gonna kill
ya,” she said. I pushed her off and sat up.
“WHY’D YA GO AN’ DO THAT
RIDDEL???!!!!” She screamed. A bunch of people came out of the main entrance. I
looked over and saw Ash, May, Max, Brock, Amy, Sarah, and Jack bounding towards
us.
“Great poem Riddel,” Sarah
and Amy exclaimed, laughing. I smiled and shrugged. As soon as Misty saw Ash,
she started to blush, horribly. We all made our way towards the Cerulean Gym.
May walked backwards, talking to us.
”As soon as you and Misty ran outta the exit, there was this humongous amount
of applause!!! It was awesome!”
“Why Thank you my beautiful
public,” I joked crazily. When we reached the gym, Jack look at me and I nodded
for a reply. Jack turned to Amy.
“Amy there’s something I
hafta tell you.” Amy cocked her head, ready for whatever he was going to say.
Jack leaned in and kissed her on the lips. We all cheered for both of them.
“I guess we’re going out,”
Amy said, breathlessly. I laughed. Amy made her way home and Jack made his way
home.
“Later Sarah, talk to ya
tomarrow okay?”
“Kay,” Sarah said and ran
home. May, Max, Brock and I all went inside the gym and watched Ash and Misty
from the window. I could hear what they were saying.
“Um… Nice breeze… huh
Misty?” Ash stammered.
“Yeah… Ash… I have
something to tell you. I-I-I-…l-lo-l-… I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!” She said. My jaw
dropped.
“Now it’s my turn. Monkey
hear monkey do.” Ash kissed Misty on the lips, full force. It had to have
lasted for at least a minute. Misty giggled.
”Ash, it’s monkey see, monkey do, sweetie.”
“So what? And now I’m a
sweetie? Whassup with that?” They both smiled and walked in holding hands.
Right as they walked in the door, we all cheered, loudly.
“Like, whats going on?”
Asked Lilley.
“Long story sis, long
story,” came the reply from Misty. It was going to be another adventure telling
Misty’s sisters about THIS.
“Hey, now I can make a song!!! My poem was successful, so who knows what the song’ll do!!!! Let’s begin…” I yelled.
°°°°The End°°°°
I think that
worked okay!!! I made The One Who Was Dense during English class and didn’t
think about it and just scribbled it. Never thought I could make a story outta
it! Kool! So… good, bad, great, terrible, horrifying, five stars, WHAT DID YA
THINK??? I hate myself for not making May look stupid though. WHY????? COS I
HATE MAY!!!!!!! Well later!! Review meh!!! And dood! I wrote this whole thing
in less than a day. Way less than a day!!!!!!
-Aeris1172