Helena, though she was incapable of showing it, was getting irritated with these pokemon. They yelled at her, were rude, uncouth, and the flower,... oh... the flower, dared to call her retarded. The spider was beginning to scuttle away it looked like, and she was beginning to feel down. Again, she had tried, and failed, to make friends. She could harbor them no ill will, but instead had that same smile stuck on her face as her brain continued to make her feel bubbly and happy when she knew deep down inside that it was a fruitless attempt to please these people.
"I tried... but magic can't solve everything."
The words came out sounding pleased, but were filled with anguish she couldn't express. Her eyes would be crying if she could feel sadness, but no. Helena just has to go on dealing with everyone despising her. Not only that, but they were all hurt from the noisy Galvantula, but it hadn't affected her. They really should've had their defenses up. With a sigh, Helena shuffled away, past all of them, and towards the PokeCenter.
"There will be nobody to make friends with in here I'm sure."