Hey y'all! I am Revising "Karma is a pain in my Arse!" Because, it's honestly sounding bland, and its just not hitting the mark. At least for me it isn't. This is the first chapter redone. So if it doesn't say
(Revised) Then it's an old chapter that I will get too, Alrighty. Now enjoy this chapter!
Pidgeys soared in the air, as the sun was greeting the Cherrygrove grounds. The signs of spring sprouted blooming flowers on the outskirt of the cities. It was quite a lovely beautiful day outside.
One Pidgey perched itself on a ledge of a octagon window. It sung as loud as it could, proud of it's singsong voice. It could put the Jigglypuffs to shame. As the bird sung, a girl behind the window stirred. She let out a groan, snuggling closer to the comforter.
Couldn't she just sleep in this one time?
She noted that the bird just wasn't going to stop. Still half asleep, she reached over her messy room to grab ahold of an object. Hell, any object would do. Her hand found it's way to a tennis shoe as she clutched it in her grasp.
And such as any other aggravated sixteen year old would do, she tossed it at her window, hoping to scare the annoying bird away.
The Pidgey screeched, flapping it's wings to fly away. The girl sighed blissfully, entering in a sleep induce trance. When suddenly the Pidgey dove into the window, causing as much racket as it could.
The girl shot out of bed, the noise terrifying her. Once she concluded that it was the wretched bird, her heart calmed down a little bit. She shot the angry bird a naughty glare, rubbing her temples in the process.
That damn thing is giving me a headache. She thought, begrudgingly getting out of her bed. It was never a good morning when she was up around six in the morning. Still half asleep, she gracefully tip-toed around the mess of her room. Dishware, clothes, and trash scattered the room, and it was almost impossible to avoid some of it.
Almost.
As she was leaving, the girl tossed a glance toward the wall mirror, noting her appearance. Her thick brown hair shot up in difference places, giving her a dreadful case of bed head. Her make up smeared, shaping her look more like a Zigzagoon than a human. Dreary , dull blue eyes looked back at her, almost as if they were saying "What are you looking at?"
Which they probably were.
She rubbed her eyes to attempt to look less dead, which didn't help at all. She shrugged, opting that she did the best that she could. She left the dirty room, telling herself she'd probably clean the room later.
She just wasn't promising anything.
As the girl strolled out of the room and into a hallway, she passed by her younger brother's room. She peaked in, jealously aware that he was sound asleep. She wished she had Reede's talent of being sleeping as hard as a rock, but here she was, tragically awake. Grumbling, she stepped away from the younger boy's room, making her way to the staircase.
She had only one thing on her mind at that point. Food.
Her stomach rumbled quietly, as she rubbed it. "It's okay baby. Momma is going to feed you." She cooed to the monstrous stomach, that only complained even more. She made it passed the living room and to the kitchen where her father was reading the newspaper at the table.
"Mornin' Karma." He said.
Karma nodded to her Father in acknowledgement as she made a beeline to the fridge. She jerked the door open, her eyes gazing over the stacks of food. She thought she might drool.
"Oh food, you'll never wake me up at ungodly hours." She merrily said, gathering ingredients that she was going to need.
Her stomach growled.
"Eh, at least most of the time." She mumbled, chuckling from embarrassment as her Father stifled a laugh.
She made sure to send him nasty glare too.
"Shut it old man." She told him with no heat behind her words. Her father gave a loud bellow, which seemed like it shook the whole house.
"Darling, you look like a mess." He told her, as she heard the crinkles of the paper turning it's page. She started whipping up a batter for pancakes, trying to stir it tenderly.
"How about you wake up from these damn annoying birds." She retorted, accidentally flinging some of the batter. She swore again, becoming more frustrated.
"It's very unlady like to swear." A new voice peaked up, all eyes on a new woman. She was already dressed in clothes instead of pajamas. Her face was perfectly painted on, as she wore a strain smile.
Karma hated her for it. She was overly perfect looking, as Karma looked like a defect next to her mother.
"Sorry Mother," She said monotonously , not truly meaning it. Her Mother's eyes bore down to her, until making a uncourtly noise at the back of her throat.
She muttered something under her breath that Karma couldn't catch, but it made her eyebrow twitch anyways. She tried to focus on the batter in her hand, pouring some into a skillet.
Damnable woman, She thought, shaking her head. She is just as disrespectful.
The room was silent , although, Karma didn't care. She like the silence.
The noiselessness mood was soon ruined before the teenager got to fully enjoy it.
"GOOD MORNING JOHTO!" A hyper activate voice called out, as Karma pathetically fake sobbed.
It was way to early for all of this commotion.
Reede's young eight year old face peered from the stair case, as he almost danced with excitement to the table. His bark colored hair stood up as his shimmering brown eyes greeted them all.
Their mother smiled at the young boy, patting a chair next to her. Instead of sitting next to her, he approached Karma. Karma watched him carefully, as it was unlike him to choose her over their mother. He was a complete Momma's boy. Looking over her shoulder she saw that their Mother, was in fact, displeased. Karma felt the need to gloat, glee building up in her chest.
That was, until her brother tried to snatch a pancake.
She smacked it the incoming hand as hard as she could, scolding the boy.
"Brat." She said apathetic to his whines that he swore up and down that he was about to starve to death.
"My precious," She simply said, getting closer to the plate protectively. Defeated, Reede stuck his tongue out.
"You're so mean Kar-chan! It's not fair!" He whined more as Karma rolled her unaffected eyes.
Reede picked up the usage of the dying honorifics. She thumped him in the head when he didn't stop with the whining which proceeded with Mother interrupting their sibling spat.
"Karma, give your brother some pancakes."
"I will, whenever they are done. It's not my fault Reede needs to learn the lesson of patiences." She finally shooed the boy away, as she was almost done with the last batch.
Exicted, Reede bounce his way to the family table, chattering away to his family as Karma kept one ear on the conversation.
"Last night I watched a amazing Pokemon Tournament! Their Pokemon were so skilled and well trained," que the eyeroll, "and they did all this amazing stuff! Like , this one guy his Pokemon just went pew, pew, pew and the crowd went wild!" Reede rambled on, and even though Karma's back was turned to him, she could picture stars shining in the boy's eyes.
"I want to be a Pokemon Trainer whenever I turn ten!" Reede declared as his Mother chuckled. Karma, just finished with all the pancakes, grabbed them and set them on the table.
"Not worth it kid," Karma simply said, grabbing two pancakes from the main stack. Reede made a face at her as she was about to take a bite.
"What would 0you0 know? You've never even left the house." He said flatly which stung a little bit.
It's not like Karma hadn't wanted to leave the blasted house, it was just she didn't want to leave only to become a Pokemon trainer.
" Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't think I had to conform to the bariatric ways this society had built itself upon on." She answered calmly, taking a bite out of the fluffy that was presented in front of her. She would have moaned with pleasure if it wasn't for her current company. Reede looked bewildered.
Karma looked up from her work of art to see that her father was giving her a warning look. She shrugged her shoulders, why should her opinions should be suppressed?
"Besides, statistically, more people die than become actual Pokemon Masters, or champions, whatever you want to call them. By following that logic that would mean that its a pointless path to follow as it really doesn't make all that good pay," She paused for a moment, clicking her tongue, "also, I wouldn't want to end up on the death toll either." She concluded as she watched her brother's face turn mortified.
Good. Maybe he will think more realistically next time.
Their Mother made an unjust noise, as she glared daggers at Karma.
"Apologize to your brother." She said slowly, which made Karma look at her funny.
"What?" Baffled, Karma didn't really know how to respond. Sure, she always tried to make the young teen to do things that she never wanted to do, but in Karma's eyes, oppression was far worse.
"You heard me."
Usually by now she would reluctantly complied, but this was ridiculous.
"No," Karma told her mother. The air stilled, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife.
"Then prove him wrong." She finally said, which let Karma's eye brow quirk up.
"Prove to him that you can be a Pokemon Master, or else we won't pay for your schooling anymore. And don't even think about coming back until you are worthy enough."
The shock hit Karma like a bus, as if all air had left her lungs. She couldn't be serious.
Also, to threaten her schooling?! What type of mad woman would do such a thing.
Her Mother apparently.
"Karma… I think you should go. An adventure would be good for you. Plus Maddie works with Professor Elm , and she told me just the other day that they are handing out their starter Pokemon of this year today. You should go check it out." Father had sounded convincing enough, but Karma couldn't believe that he took her side. What was he thinking.
"You guys are crazy!" She stated, abruptly standing from the table. This couldn't be happening. It just couldn't.
"Leave now. You are officially kicked out." Mother sickening sweetly said, her fingers entertwined one another.
Karma never hated her so much in her life until at that very moment.
"Fine," Was all the Karma could choke out, as she turned on her heels to storm to her room .
This day truly couldn't get any worse.
