Writing...

I walked inside the house, Asao walking beside, barely. It was really too bright in this place, I would say.

I helped Asao over to Dr. Kyuu and told the Doctor to take care of him.

"Would you mind if I take a look at that wound on your back, Shupple? I saw you wincing on your way here." Dr. Kyuu smiled kindly, so I turned around and showed him it.

There was a hole in my clothing from where the bullet singed the clothing and it only showed the wound, thank Pokemon. I felt him move his finger against it, and slowly put on a bandage. I winced as he put it on because of the medicine on the bandage.

"That should hold," he told me and I nodded. "You can come and check on Asao later." I nodded again, and headed towards the Girl's Dorm Side.

I headed to a part of the Girl's Side where the light bulbs were flashing on and off and you could see ghost Pokemon on the walls. I headed inside on of the rooms and liked it automatically.

There was one window and it was dark glass, so I didn't have to worry about the sun shining through. Everything was black around me and I loved it. The light bulb hanging down from the ceiling with a little chain hanging from it was swinging slightly. I didn't bother turning it on as I went over to the black boom box, turned on some soft rock and laid down on my new bed.

Once I looked at the ceilings, they were blank, but writing started to form on the walls and on the ceiling. All words from poems that I knew, or my own writing, or even just single words, like pain or vain, or some other word.

I felt at home here for some reason, even if I don't have much of a reason to exit my room.

It was lovely writing.

~Shupple
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Anybody can go and bother her if you want to~! XD

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