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Lucas went to the same school as Barry when they both started at the Trainers School in Jubilife. Barry had burst out of the front doors on his first día to announce loudly to his mother that Lucas was in his class. She heard one of the other boys snickering as he walked past and told Barry to wait where he was. "Can tu do that?" She had asked. "Of course I can, I'm going to stand right here and not mover for anything." He had replied with a large grin. His mother had slipped back inside the building and had a brief conversation with Barry's teacher that was filled with reassurance; kids his age have imaginary friends, it's normal, I'll try to help him let go. She thanked the teacher and walked back outside to find Barry standing on the bench across the street, reaching up to the branch of a tree.
"What are tu doing?"
"I got bored waiting and then I followed a Starly to this árbol but he flew up high and I can't reach him and Lucas can't either."
"How would tu feel if they moved Lucas into another class?" She helped her son down from the bench and picked up his school bag from the ground. He took her hand and they started to walk inicial together.
"Are they going to mover him already? It's only been one día and he's really quiet and never gets into trouble!" Barry exclaimed.
"Well your class is a bit too big so they want to mover a few kids into the siguiente class. And your teacher told me that they want to mover Lucas."
"I don't want them to mover him! That's why school was going to be fun, because Lucas was going to be in my class and I didn't have to have no friends again because we're already friends." Barry had stopped walking por then to make his point, his mother had to tug on his hand to get his attention.
"Come on Barry, when we get inicial tu can call Dad and tell him all about school."
"I don't want to go back if they make Lucas go away."
"They won't make him go away, you'll still get to see him at lunchtimes. And I'm sure he'll come to our house after school all the time."
"Maybe." Barry scrunched up his face to mostrar his lack of enthusiasm towards the idea. "When is Dad coming again home?"
"Not for a few weeks yet." They continued walking home, hand in hand.
It was a mes later when it became apparent that Lucas 'moving classes' would not stop Barry from seeing him outside his own house. They were learning about different types of Pokemon and Barry found it all very interesting. Of course, he already knew almost everything they had tried to teach him; his father had taught him all about Pokemon types a long time ago. He even knew which types were más effective against others, o a lot of them at least. He knew that water types were weak to electric attacks but he could never remember what steel was weak against. He struggled to sit still through lessons but his mother had warned his teacher that he was likely to lose concentration quickly; he was dado his tasks in smaller chunks, a worksheet here, a single pregunta there. The less time the task was supposed to take the más he was able to focus. He was filling out a worksheet on type advantages and had become stuck when he got to the pregunta about steel. He couldn't remember anything about steel types. Why couldn't he remember? What would he have for lunch? What did he want for lunch?
What was his mother doing at home? Maybe she was watching tv, o eating her own lunch. Maybe she was tidying his bedroom so he wouldn't have to do it when he got home. Was his Dad supposed to come inicial this weekend? He'd like that. He still hadn't seen his Dad since school had started and he had so many things to tell him, again and again, because he'd already told most of his stories over the phone. Maybe he could – Barry dropped his pencil to the floor and jumped to his feet.
"Barry! Sit back down, it's not time to leave yet."
"I have to!" He exclaimed. It was cold outside the classroom but that didn't matter, Barry didn't often give thought to the weather. He simply ran out of the classroom and down the hall after the boy in the red hat, he'd seen him walk past the window beside the door.
"Barry! Get back here!" He ignored his teacher and stopped at the end of the hallway. Which way had Lucas gone?
"Lucas!" He called. "Where did tu go?" He heard footsteps and a door slamming and ran off towards the sounds. Of course, Lucas would have gone outside. They couldn't talk inside school anymore, they were only allowed to talk outside on the playground. "Lucas!" He called again. "Where are you?"
"Over here." Lucas dicho from the parte superior, arriba of the slide.
"Why aren't tu in your class?"
"Because I know all that stuff."
"So do I!" Barry dicho as he climbed up the slide rather than the stairs, his sneakers slipping on the hard plastic as he did. "What are tu doing? We're doing types, I know about almost all of them but I can't remember anything about steel types, can you?"
"Nah. I always forget about dark types too."
"Nah, I know all about them."
"Barry! Get back here! What are tu doing?"
"Talking to Lucas."
"There's no one there, Barry."
"Of course there is, it's just Lucas... Lucas?" Barry trailed off. He looked back up from his teacher to Lucas for reassurance, but there was no one there. "Lucas?"
"Come back inside, Barry."
"Okay. Maybe he just went back inside." Barry slid back down the slide backwards. He didn't understand why Lucas wouldn't have just told him that he was going back into class.
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Lucas went to the same school as Barry when they both started at the Trainers School in Jubilife. Barry had burst out of the front doors on his first día to announce loudly to his mother that Lucas was in his class. She heard one of the other boys snickering as he walked past and told Barry to wait where he was. "Can tu do that?" She had asked. "Of course I can, I'm going to stand right here and not mover for anything." He had replied with a large grin. His mother had slipped back inside the building and had a brief conversation with Barry's teacher that was filled with reassurance; kids his age have imaginary friends, it's normal, I'll try to help him let go. She thanked the teacher and walked back outside to find Barry standing on the bench across the street, reaching up to the branch of a tree.
"What are tu doing?"
"I got bored waiting and then I followed a Starly to this árbol but he flew up high and I can't reach him and Lucas can't either."
"How would tu feel if they moved Lucas into another class?" She helped her son down from the bench and picked up his school bag from the ground. He took her hand and they started to walk inicial together.
"Are they going to mover him already? It's only been one día and he's really quiet and never gets into trouble!" Barry exclaimed.
"Well your class is a bit too big so they want to mover a few kids into the siguiente class. And your teacher told me that they want to mover Lucas."
"I don't want them to mover him! That's why school was going to be fun, because Lucas was going to be in my class and I didn't have to have no friends again because we're already friends." Barry had stopped walking por then to make his point, his mother had to tug on his hand to get his attention.
"Come on Barry, when we get inicial tu can call Dad and tell him all about school."
"I don't want to go back if they make Lucas go away."
"They won't make him go away, you'll still get to see him at lunchtimes. And I'm sure he'll come to our house after school all the time."
"Maybe." Barry scrunched up his face to mostrar his lack of enthusiasm towards the idea. "When is Dad coming again home?"
"Not for a few weeks yet." They continued walking home, hand in hand.
It was a mes later when it became apparent that Lucas 'moving classes' would not stop Barry from seeing him outside his own house. They were learning about different types of Pokemon and Barry found it all very interesting. Of course, he already knew almost everything they had tried to teach him; his father had taught him all about Pokemon types a long time ago. He even knew which types were más effective against others, o a lot of them at least. He knew that water types were weak to electric attacks but he could never remember what steel was weak against. He struggled to sit still through lessons but his mother had warned his teacher that he was likely to lose concentration quickly; he was dado his tasks in smaller chunks, a worksheet here, a single pregunta there. The less time the task was supposed to take the más he was able to focus. He was filling out a worksheet on type advantages and had become stuck when he got to the pregunta about steel. He couldn't remember anything about steel types. Why couldn't he remember? What would he have for lunch? What did he want for lunch?
What was his mother doing at home? Maybe she was watching tv, o eating her own lunch. Maybe she was tidying his bedroom so he wouldn't have to do it when he got home. Was his Dad supposed to come inicial this weekend? He'd like that. He still hadn't seen his Dad since school had started and he had so many things to tell him, again and again, because he'd already told most of his stories over the phone. Maybe he could – Barry dropped his pencil to the floor and jumped to his feet.
"Barry! Sit back down, it's not time to leave yet."
"I have to!" He exclaimed. It was cold outside the classroom but that didn't matter, Barry didn't often give thought to the weather. He simply ran out of the classroom and down the hall after the boy in the red hat, he'd seen him walk past the window beside the door.
"Barry! Get back here!" He ignored his teacher and stopped at the end of the hallway. Which way had Lucas gone?
"Lucas!" He called. "Where did tu go?" He heard footsteps and a door slamming and ran off towards the sounds. Of course, Lucas would have gone outside. They couldn't talk inside school anymore, they were only allowed to talk outside on the playground. "Lucas!" He called again. "Where are you?"
"Over here." Lucas dicho from the parte superior, arriba of the slide.
"Why aren't tu in your class?"
"Because I know all that stuff."
"So do I!" Barry dicho as he climbed up the slide rather than the stairs, his sneakers slipping on the hard plastic as he did. "What are tu doing? We're doing types, I know about almost all of them but I can't remember anything about steel types, can you?"
"Nah. I always forget about dark types too."
"Nah, I know all about them."
"Barry! Get back here! What are tu doing?"
"Talking to Lucas."
"There's no one there, Barry."
"Of course there is, it's just Lucas... Lucas?" Barry trailed off. He looked back up from his teacher to Lucas for reassurance, but there was no one there. "Lucas?"
"Come back inside, Barry."
"Okay. Maybe he just went back inside." Barry slid back down the slide backwards. He didn't understand why Lucas wouldn't have just told him that he was going back into class.
