"JEDDIE? Time to get up, sweetie! HURRY UP and get ready for school!" My mom yelled up the steps at me to get up. I groaned back at her as if to say, "yep, be down in a sec." We did this every routine. Except for Thursdays and Fridays, where I got up on my own. Those days, I love. Anyways.

I laid there and stretched for a moment. Arms, back, legs, all cracking to say "good morning!" I groaned again at how tired I was. I was just about to sit up an turn the light on, when something fat, furry, and powerful pounced on top of me.

"Felix!" It was my other cat, huge and fluffy, Felix. I shoved him off of me and sat up to quickly, my head pounding and stars forming in the dark. Once it passed, I groped through the dark to find the lamp switch.

Once found, I gave it a hard yank, and it turned on with a bright ray of light, stunning me.

"CRAP!" I went to cover my eyes, but knocked a heavy novel that was on my nightstand into the floor. And where did it land? Guess-right on my foot.
"GOD-DANGIT," I said, almost spitting a foul word. I picked it back up and stood up, slouched and groggy. I made my way through my cluttered room towards the door-but not before stepping on a broken colored pencil I had tossed lazily into the floor.

"OW. Oh, c'mon...," I said, picking up the pencil haves and throwing them into the trash bin beside my desk.
Mondays. Gotta love 'em, right?
I stumbled down the steps, meeting my mom in the kitchen.

"Good morning, sweat heart. Sleep well?"
"Mhmm," I mumbled groggily.
"Good, but I thought I heard something fall, are you alright?"
"Yeeep."
"Ok. Now hurry and get ready!"
"Mhmm."
I stumbled into the bathroom and flipped on the light. I squinted, looking into the mirror. I looked bad enough for a Monday. I rubbed my eyes and grabbed the brush. I combed out the tangles in my hair then took a quick shower.

When I got out of the shower, I headed up stairs dripping a small water trail through the living room and up the steps. I went into my room and pulled out a t-shirt to wear over a matching color collared shirt.

The t-shirt had Abraham Lincoln playing an electric blue Gibson Flying V (a v-shaped guitar, basically), jumping in the air, dressed in a suit but wearing a pair of converse. It's my favorite shirt out of all of them. The collared shirt is a light blue.

I slip on my clothes, the shirts, a pair of jeans, and my favorite Vans. I pack my bag and finish the rest of my morning routine downstairs.

I grab a Poptart before telling my mother goodbye and that I love her and heading out the door to meet the bus at the end of the driveway.

"'Mornin'," the bus driver said to me.
"G'morning," I replied back.

I made my way to the back to sit across Victor, my best friend. I slid my book bag between my legs to make room for him to sit with me. He slid into my seat and sat his book bag on his knees.

"'Sup?" He asked, smiling.
"Nothing much. Just the usual Monday," I replied.
"Would some music help?" He said, pulling out headphones and his phone.
"Definitely," I said, putting in an earbud and he turned on our bus playlist. "Good Riddance (Time of Your Life)" came on.

"C'mon, man. To know what I like in early morning."
"Fine, fine." He pressed skip and "Run to the Hills" by Iron Maiden came on.
"Yas," I said, tapping to the drumbeat on the back of the seat in front of me. We started to whisper the lyrics in unison.
"Walkman came,"
"Across the sea,"
"He brought us pain,"
"And miseryy!"
"He killed our tribes,"
"He killed our trees?"
"He took our game, for his own need!"
We both laughed and I remembered I had to show him my new creation.

I pulled out my sketchbook and prodded his arm. "Hey, check this out."

He looked down at the bird. "Woah," he said. He picked up the sketchbook and examined the drawing. "That's awesome."

"Yep. Now, watch...," I traced the outline with my finger again, then tapped it's chest. We waited a few seconds.

"What's that all about?" Victor asked, his face scrunched up in confusion. The song had just ended and "Dream On" by Aerosmith came on. I hummed along to the intro.

Then, within a few seconds, the bird began to twitch again. Victor gasped.
"Did it just-" but it was starting to peel off the page. It rose out of the page, showing a true three-dimensional shape. Victor was speechless, until he realized what happened.

"Did it-is it really-I mean-WHAT?!" The bird jumped, startled. It landed on my shoulder.
"Yep."
"You mean-it's... Real?"
"Well, duh." I rubbed the top of its head and perched her on my finger. Victor kept staring at her.
"Pinch me please," he said, holding out his arm to me. I pinched it as hard as I could. "Ow.. Well then." He leaned in to look at her. She hopped onto his shoulder, making him yelp.

"Victor, calm down. It's just a bird."
"It just rose out of your frickin' sketchbook!? What the literal heck?!" He said, and then went to poke her. She saw why he was doing and pecked his finger.
"Ow, hey!" He said, shaking his hand. "You had to make it that sharp?"
"You were the one trying to poke her."
"True."
I took her off of his shoulder. And put her down on the sketch pad.
"Can you do this with every drawing?" He asked, examining the bird.
"Well, yes. But I've never tried anything like people or manga/anime characters. I have tried OCs though. Hold on," I said, and gently closed the cover on the bird so as to not cause any harm. I opened it back up and she was imprinted back on the page.

"Just like that?"
"Just like that," I answered. I flipped to a page of a character I had just finished, Scrabbly.

"Who's that?" Victor asked.
"This," I said, putting a finger on the page, "is Scrabbly. He's an OC of mine."

"So you can-like, make him come alive?"
"Well, yeah," I began to trace Scrabbly's outline, then tapped his chest. The tiny doctor jumped off the page, surprising Victor. He was only about 8 in. tall. He sneered up at Victor, sizing him up, then said to me, "Hey. Jeddie, who's this punk?"

Victor seemed slightly taken aback. "The name's Victor, thank you very much."

"Scrabbly. Doctor Scrabbly-to you."
"(Not much of a) Pleasure to meet you.."
Scrabbly spat in his gloved hand and stuck it out for Victor to shake. Victor was confused for a second, because he was much bigger than him. So he just shook his hand with one of his slender fingers.

I picked Scrabbly up but he collar of his lab coat. Gesturing toward him as he squirmed and yelled "Let me go! Let me go!", I told Victor, "Scrabbly is a ghost. He was a doctor-an insane doctor. He was just a teenager when he was helping over in Europe during WWII, in a hospital working on soldiers. He then decided to go abroad, and somehow got to America, doing surgeries and experiments on anyone he could get to. He died of a psychopathic patient gone wrong. See that scar?" I said, pointing to his forehead. "That's from the incident."

Scrabbly had gotten tired and was now limp in my hand. He was dangling there, listening to the whole thing. When I was finished, he butted in. "That's right. Make the wrong move and I'll gut you like fish!" He said, waving his scalpel around threateningly.

Victor laughed at him and poked Scrabbly. "Like you could do me any harm! Haha!"

Scrabbly grew infuriated. "Shut up, ya two-ton punk!"
"Just because I'm bigger than you doesn't mean I'm fatter than you." True, Victor was a slender figure.

Scrabbly leaped out of my grasp and landed on Victor, giving him a tiny cut on his arm. At first, Victor looked surprised. Then he started laughing again.
"You really think that would've hurt?"
Scrabbly's cheeks flushed and he turned to me. "Jeddie, I'm growing tired of messing with this idiot. Can I get back in the sketchbook now?"

"Sure." I placed him on his page, and as he stuck his tongue out at Victor, I closed the cover on him.

"Moody little bastard," Victor said, after I closed the cover.
"He can be. You two just got off on the wrong start."
"Yeah, yeah."
We still had a while until we got to school. Our bus ride was one the longest trips, almost an hour and a half.

"So... You can do that with pretty much ANYTHING you draw?"
"Yeah... I just have to be careful."
He paused for a moment, thinking.
"Could I...possibly..make a request, then?"
I thought about it for a moment. Victor had quite the imagination, and you never really know what comes out of his brain.

"Fine.."
"Yes! Ok, ok, ok... Can you do Pokémon?"
"I just have to give full credit to the creators if I try to sell it or something I guess.. I don't know. But yeah, I can."

His face lit up at the sound of it.
"Epic! ....Ok.. A Snivy...wait for it...riding a Deino."
"Uh..um, ok."
I got to work, doing the best I can while the bus is bumpy. I drew the Deino first, starting at his head, then sketching my way down his chest, to his body. I did the finishing touches on him, then sketched the Snivy. He was clinging to the Deino's head, sitting proudly on his back as if he were a prized race horse.

Victor watched me the entire time, and when it came time, he was practically shaking with excitement.
"Isn't this awesome?!" He said.
"Well, yeah. I've done it enough to where I'm not as excited. But I still love to do it!"
"Do it already! Just do IT!"
"Ok, ok.." I began to trace him, then tapped his chest, likewise of the others. He began moving on the page, then jumped off of it. They were pretty awesome looking.

"Holy crap, this is amazing!" Victor exclaimed, letting the two Pokémon ride into the palm of his hand. The Snivy was sitting on the Deino, who was oblivious to anything because of his blindness. Victor examined them with interest.

The Snivy examined Victor himself, then leaped off his palm and onto the top of the seat in front of us. The Snivy surveyed the bus, taking in he absurd landscape. Then, he leaped of into the seat in front of us. Victor went to grab them, but we hit a bump causing him to slam back down into the seat.

"What are they doing? Get them!" I said, and he peeked his head around into the seat in front of us. He went to reach for something, then pulled away, turning back to me with his eyes wide. "Well?"
He shook his head and I peered into the seat. Nope.

A tenth grader sat, eyes closed, leaned against the window. The Deino was right in front of his face. I could tell he was listening to the heavy metal blasting in his headphones.

Us middle schoolers never, and I mean never, mess with them. For some reason, they were just annoyed with us.

But the Snivy didn't know that. Deino trotted up, I think, Lex's arm. He made his way to Lex's right earbud, the loudest, and pulled it out. Lex immediately reached up to feel wear it went, but when he couldn't find it, he opened his eyes and found the two Pokemon sitting on his shoulder.
"W-what the-" he went to seat them off but, but the Deino but his finger. He let out a curse word, flinging him up front where the little kids were.