=Nightshade=
Previously Night's Shadow
Aine glanced at her phone and almost fell off the bench. “Holy crap, my Berry I/C class starts in two minutes!” She scrambled up from where she sat and, gently setting the Egg in her bag, gave a hasty “Bye!” and ran off.
The girl glanced at room number after room number as they flashed by, running top speed. Where the heck was the Berry Identification and Classification classroom? And why the heck did it have such a long name anyway?
Aune skirted two Pokémon fighting. That wasn’t her business. She couldn’t help a glance back, though, and while she wasn’t looking, she ran straight into David.
“Watch where you’re going, midget!” he yelled, grabbing her wrists and shoving her back.
“Watch where you’re putting your hands,” Aine retorted, and swept his legs out from under him with a low kick. He fell on his butt, and his grip on her wrists was broken. “Get out of my way!”
Another frantic glance at a nearby clock told Aine her class started in just another minute. She still didn’t know where she was. Swearing vehemently in a combination of several ancient dialects, Aine began to turn away and keep running.
David grabbed her ankle, and she went down hard. “Get off me!” she spat.
A hard, manic gleam was shining in David’s eyes as he loomed over her. Aine struggled to get up, but he had a foot on her stomach. He leaned in. “You’re one of those kids, aren’t you. Broccoli Boy, and Noob Kid, and Shy Guy, no?”
Aine grabbed his ankle and pulled. There was a cracking sound as his head hit the pavement. She struggled to her feet, panting, then kept running. David had gotten up and was hot on her heels. The Pokémon behind them kept fighting. There!
She skidded to a halt in front of the Berry I/C classroom. David tripped over the foot she stuck out. As she slipped into the classroom and flopped onto her seat, she felt relief, immense, desperate relief.
Then she had a thought. Was that Hattena fighting David’s Hitmonlee Izuku’s?
The girl glanced at room number after room number as they flashed by, running top speed. Where the heck was the Berry Identification and Classification classroom? And why the heck did it have such a long name anyway?
Aune skirted two Pokémon fighting. That wasn’t her business. She couldn’t help a glance back, though, and while she wasn’t looking, she ran straight into David.
“Watch where you’re going, midget!” he yelled, grabbing her wrists and shoving her back.
“Watch where you’re putting your hands,” Aine retorted, and swept his legs out from under him with a low kick. He fell on his butt, and his grip on her wrists was broken. “Get out of my way!”
Another frantic glance at a nearby clock told Aine her class started in just another minute. She still didn’t know where she was. Swearing vehemently in a combination of several ancient dialects, Aine began to turn away and keep running.
David grabbed her ankle, and she went down hard. “Get off me!” she spat.
A hard, manic gleam was shining in David’s eyes as he loomed over her. Aine struggled to get up, but he had a foot on her stomach. He leaned in. “You’re one of those kids, aren’t you. Broccoli Boy, and Noob Kid, and Shy Guy, no?”
Aine grabbed his ankle and pulled. There was a cracking sound as his head hit the pavement. She struggled to her feet, panting, then kept running. David had gotten up and was hot on her heels. The Pokémon behind them kept fighting. There!
She skidded to a halt in front of the Berry I/C classroom. David tripped over the foot she stuck out. As she slipped into the classroom and flopped onto her seat, she felt relief, immense, desperate relief.
Then she had a thought. Was that Hattena fighting David’s Hitmonlee Izuku’s?
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