When Creating Flames [closed]
Ash groaned, his hand to his head. "Damn... those idiots hit hard!" He grumbled in annoyance. He'd gotten into yet another fight because of his antics. Well, it was more like he had pushed too far in pushing them away again and they'd gotten a little too close in a negative fashion. If his mother could see him now... how disappointed in him she'd be... Even if it was for her sake.
He grumbled again, still annoyed as he walked to his locker, opening it and grabbing what would look like a bag that would hold cocaine or something in it. It wasn't of course, just a thing of pain killers that he'd made himself but he hadn't thought about it at the time when he'd packed it to put it in his locker. He'd just tried to think of what would be the best bag to hold as much as possible without taking up a huge amount of room in his locker. He sighed happily when he popped one and it almost instantly took effect. "Much better." However he hadn't noticed that there was someone around when he did it. After all the hallways had seemed rather empty. It was a break and he assumed everyone was in the lunch room by now. He wasn't because he'd just finished getting out after getting shoved into a locker for Arceus's sake.