What is this? Pokemon?

"I choose you. I choose you. I choose you," a female voice said faintly, although I paid no attention to it.

"I choose you," the voice said again. I wondered who she was choosing and why she was choosing them.

"I choose you," she repeated. 

"What is this? Pokemon?," I asked myself, as I strolled down an abandoned hallway. "Gotta catch 'em all."

"I choose you."

I turned around to see who it was. Nobody. I listened in an attempt to hear where the voice was coming from. Nothing.

"I choose you," the voice said suddenly.

"Is there some really rad Pokemon ringtone I don't know about?," I wondered.

"I choose you."

"No, really. I wish someone would choose me. But I'm never the girl to get chosen," I said in the direction of the voice.

"I choose you," it said again before I finally figured that the voice had followed me to my classroom. I immediately took off my lime green backpack and unzipped it.

"I choose you," the lady said. This time it was much louder, clearer. I opened up my pencil bag and there she was.

"I choose you," she said for the final time before I turned her off. It was just my trusty tape recorder. The night prior, I had recorded my roommate's voice as she read off lines for the memorization quiz I had in the morning. She recited her lines as Adam and left gaps for me to practice mine.

"Mystery solved," I thought to myself and smiled. "Although Pokemon would've definitely made a less lame story."

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