Trading Spaces
hi all.....this is my very first fic. I'm soo happy! lol But any ways I know what your all thinking. Oh boy not another pokemon fic where someone goes into the pokemon world becomes a trainer and lives happily ever after. Well hate to burst you bubble but that is not what this is. Sure she goes into the world of Pokemon, but not in the way you'd think. But you'll have to wait until chapter 2 to find out what I mean.
I'm gonna need lots of reviews ppl, so I know what I need to work on and maybe if you kind reviwers think I should add something more. looks all sweet and cute Anyways...please read and review ppl. Thanks bunches. Now on with the disclaimer.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon, never claimed to either. If I did I'd be nice and rich. And I defintely wouldn't be posting fics. I'd be working on new show ideas. But I don't so oh well.
Now on with the story.........
Chapter 1: Choices
It was a dreary day that fateful October morning. It was raining, and as usual Sita, an overactive 14 year old girl with way too much imagnition was sitting on her bed going through her assortment of vidio games.
Her mother and father were out for the day, and wouldn't be home until later that evening. Something about a business dinner. Her father sold real estate, while her mother worked part time at Belks.
So, here she was home alone like on so many occasions before. Sita tossed her shoulder length auburn hair over her shoulder, while adjusting her white sleveless shirt which had a large sunflower on it. She also wore a pair of loose fitting blue jeans. Sita then sighed in boredom, you'd think by now she'd be used to this.
Might as well raid the fridge for something to eat, she thought to herself standing up and streatching. One of her games she had missed earlier while going through the rest fell onto the carpet with a soft thunk.
"What's this?" Sita asked herself out loud, while bending over to pick the game up. Which surprisingly turned out to be a gameboy game.
"Pokemon..... haven't played this one in a long time. Might as well, there's nothing else to do." Sita said sighing again and temporaly forgetting the empty feeling in the pit of her stomach.
Sita ploped back down on her bed and reached over to her nightstand. It was a pale pink color with a butterfly design painted on it. She pulled the drawer open and reached in pushing notepads, pensils, an R.L. Stine book and other assorted items out of the way until she found what she was searching for. She pulled out her lime green gameboy color.
Sita looked at the game she held in her hand. It was the yellow version of Pokemon. She shruged and put the game in. She turned it on and imeditly started a new game.
Sita spent the next hour playing it in an almost trance-like state, not even noticing the passing time. Then her stomach growled loudly as if to say "hello, hungry here. Food please."
Sita stood up and saved the game placing the gameboy on her bed before heading downstairs for food.
Sita spent a few minutes rumuging through the fridge before deciding on a ham and cheese sandwich. She then started pulling out all the ingredents for her meal, checking off each out loud as she did so.
"Ham....check. Cheese....check. Mayo....check. Mustard....check. Tomato....check. Lettice....check. One pickle for flavor....check" she said as she placed said ingredents on the table. Then started putting everything together as fast as she could, while being careful not to make to much of a mess.
Sita then fixed herself a glass of Mountain Dew, and put away everything she had taken out. She pulled out a chair and sit down to eat.
Sita had just taken three or four bites of her sandwich when she heard the phone ringing in the living room. She quickly took one last sip of her soda before dashing into the living room.
"Must be Jessica" Sita said to herself picking up the receiver. The girl was forever calling and teling Sita all her boyfriend problems. ( she seemed to be having alot of these lately)
Not that Sita didn't like Jessica, far from it. Jessica was her best friend, and had been so ever since they were both in third grade. Ever since Sita had stood up for her when a bully was about to beat the crap out of her. Jessica had accidently bumped into the girl while speeding down the hallway to lunch. ( Jessica was also a bit of a klutz )
"Hello?" Sita asked when she finally reached the phone and picked it up.
"May I speak to Sita, please?" a womans grim voice asked from the other end.
"This is she" Sita replied, turning her head to the side ciriously. She had no idea what this phone call was about. Sita hadn't done anything wrong....well as far as she knew anyways. And Sita was doing well in school, well except for that D in math. Sita had been working real hard on bringing that up to a C. So what could the call be about, she wondered.
"Well, Sita dear. I don't quite know how to say this...." at this the woman hesitated, not sure how to go on.
Sita gulped, this wasn't good news, she could tell by the womans tone in her voice. Sita tensed up, and mentally braced herself against whatever the woman was going to say. "Just tell me!" Sita said a shaky edge to her voice.
"There was an accident eariler this morning. Your parents were involved. They were hit by a drunk driver. They died upon impact. There was nothing anyone could do. I'm very sorry for you loss, you have my deepest sympathy" the woman finished in a sad tone.
Sita stood there for a few seconds, shock clearly written on her face before replying. "Oh.... uh, I.... well" was all Sita could manage. The mental walls she had put up were already beggining to collapse. She hadn't prepared herself for something like this. This was more then she had prepared herself to take.
"I'm so sorry" the woman repeated again sounding remorseful. "Someone from the state will be there shortly to discuss your situation, and where you will go for the time being" then the woman hung up.
Sita imeditly collapsed to her knees, the phone still gripped tightly in her hand. She was trimbling all over and tears gushed like a waterfall from her eyes. She felt numb all over as the shock of what had happened finally sunk in. This wasen't right, this couldn't be happening to her. There had to be some mistake. But she knew in her heart there wasn't.
"No, it just can't be true" Sita whispered wrapping her arms around herself in an effort to calm her trembling. The phone fell to the floor. Her voice steadly rose in volume as she cried her anguish out in loud sobs.
"Mom! Dad! Why!? Oh God, please don't let it be true.... WHY!!!!!" Sita said screaming the last part before burying her face into her hands and sobbing loudly. She cried for her loss, her dispair but mostly for the feeling of lonelyness that reached into her heart.
How could this have happened to her? It all seemed so unfair. Why just the other day she was happy and carefree. But now...
Sita, there is another way a voice seemed to call from upstairs. Seemed to call, cause she didn't really hear it. Well she did and she didn't. The voice seemed to echo inside her head.
"Who's there?" Sita called out. No one answered her back. Shaking, Sita stood up and began to slowly climb the stairs.
Sita stopped when she reached her door. There was something like fog roling out from under her bedroom door.
Sita reached for the doorknob, then hesitated not sure if she should go on. After all did she really want to know what was waiting for her behind her bedroom door?
I can give you what you most desire the voice in her head called again.
"Which is....?" Sita asked, wetting her parched lips. Sita felt a strong desire then to just turn back the way she came and get out of there as fast as she possibly could.
A new life, a new start, another chance and maybe happiness. All you have to do is open the door. Open the door and allow me the chance to try and help you the voice in her head replied.
Sita nodded her head slowly and reached for the doorknob. The door creaked open slowly. The fog seemed to spill out more as she opened the door further.
Sita stood gaping, her mouth almost hanging to the floor. Then finally, after five minutes or so she found her voice. "It can't be!?" Sita replied in a voice full of suprise....
Well, thats it for chapter 1. Hopefully i'll have 2 up soon. I know I left it at a bit of a clifhanger, but that's the way I like it. Full of suspense. I have to catch you kind reviewers eyes somehow. lol Please read and review. I need as much feedback on this as I can get. I need to know wheither to continue this or leave it and start something else. Any ideas, oppionions or helpful comments would be much appreciated. Thanks bunches.....
lavaangel aka lavaangel23
hi all.....this is my very first fic. I'm soo happy! lol But any ways I know what your all thinking. Oh boy not another pokemon fic where someone goes into the pokemon world becomes a trainer and lives happily ever after. Well hate to burst you bubble but that is not what this is. Sure she goes into the world of Pokemon, but not in the way you'd think. But you'll have to wait until chapter 2 to find out what I mean.
I'm gonna need lots of reviews ppl, so I know what I need to work on and maybe if you kind reviwers think I should add something more. looks all sweet and cute Anyways...please read and review ppl. Thanks bunches. Now on with the disclaimer.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon, never claimed to either. If I did I'd be nice and rich. And I defintely wouldn't be posting fics. I'd be working on new show ideas. But I don't so oh well.
Now on with the story.........
Chapter 1: Choices
It was a dreary day that fateful October morning. It was raining, and as usual Sita, an overactive 14 year old girl with way too much imagnition was sitting on her bed going through her assortment of vidio games.
Her mother and father were out for the day, and wouldn't be home until later that evening. Something about a business dinner. Her father sold real estate, while her mother worked part time at Belks.
So, here she was home alone like on so many occasions before. Sita tossed her shoulder length auburn hair over her shoulder, while adjusting her white sleveless shirt which had a large sunflower on it. She also wore a pair of loose fitting blue jeans. Sita then sighed in boredom, you'd think by now she'd be used to this.
Might as well raid the fridge for something to eat, she thought to herself standing up and streatching. One of her games she had missed earlier while going through the rest fell onto the carpet with a soft thunk.
"What's this?" Sita asked herself out loud, while bending over to pick the game up. Which surprisingly turned out to be a gameboy game.
"Pokemon..... haven't played this one in a long time. Might as well, there's nothing else to do." Sita said sighing again and temporaly forgetting the empty feeling in the pit of her stomach.
Sita ploped back down on her bed and reached over to her nightstand. It was a pale pink color with a butterfly design painted on it. She pulled the drawer open and reached in pushing notepads, pensils, an R.L. Stine book and other assorted items out of the way until she found what she was searching for. She pulled out her lime green gameboy color.
Sita looked at the game she held in her hand. It was the yellow version of Pokemon. She shruged and put the game in. She turned it on and imeditly started a new game.
Sita spent the next hour playing it in an almost trance-like state, not even noticing the passing time. Then her stomach growled loudly as if to say "hello, hungry here. Food please."
Sita stood up and saved the game placing the gameboy on her bed before heading downstairs for food.
Sita spent a few minutes rumuging through the fridge before deciding on a ham and cheese sandwich. She then started pulling out all the ingredents for her meal, checking off each out loud as she did so.
"Ham....check. Cheese....check. Mayo....check. Mustard....check. Tomato....check. Lettice....check. One pickle for flavor....check" she said as she placed said ingredents on the table. Then started putting everything together as fast as she could, while being careful not to make to much of a mess.
Sita then fixed herself a glass of Mountain Dew, and put away everything she had taken out. She pulled out a chair and sit down to eat.
Sita had just taken three or four bites of her sandwich when she heard the phone ringing in the living room. She quickly took one last sip of her soda before dashing into the living room.
"Must be Jessica" Sita said to herself picking up the receiver. The girl was forever calling and teling Sita all her boyfriend problems. ( she seemed to be having alot of these lately)
Not that Sita didn't like Jessica, far from it. Jessica was her best friend, and had been so ever since they were both in third grade. Ever since Sita had stood up for her when a bully was about to beat the crap out of her. Jessica had accidently bumped into the girl while speeding down the hallway to lunch. ( Jessica was also a bit of a klutz )
"Hello?" Sita asked when she finally reached the phone and picked it up.
"May I speak to Sita, please?" a womans grim voice asked from the other end.
"This is she" Sita replied, turning her head to the side ciriously. She had no idea what this phone call was about. Sita hadn't done anything wrong....well as far as she knew anyways. And Sita was doing well in school, well except for that D in math. Sita had been working real hard on bringing that up to a C. So what could the call be about, she wondered.
"Well, Sita dear. I don't quite know how to say this...." at this the woman hesitated, not sure how to go on.
Sita gulped, this wasn't good news, she could tell by the womans tone in her voice. Sita tensed up, and mentally braced herself against whatever the woman was going to say. "Just tell me!" Sita said a shaky edge to her voice.
"There was an accident eariler this morning. Your parents were involved. They were hit by a drunk driver. They died upon impact. There was nothing anyone could do. I'm very sorry for you loss, you have my deepest sympathy" the woman finished in a sad tone.
Sita stood there for a few seconds, shock clearly written on her face before replying. "Oh.... uh, I.... well" was all Sita could manage. The mental walls she had put up were already beggining to collapse. She hadn't prepared herself for something like this. This was more then she had prepared herself to take.
"I'm so sorry" the woman repeated again sounding remorseful. "Someone from the state will be there shortly to discuss your situation, and where you will go for the time being" then the woman hung up.
Sita imeditly collapsed to her knees, the phone still gripped tightly in her hand. She was trimbling all over and tears gushed like a waterfall from her eyes. She felt numb all over as the shock of what had happened finally sunk in. This wasen't right, this couldn't be happening to her. There had to be some mistake. But she knew in her heart there wasn't.
"No, it just can't be true" Sita whispered wrapping her arms around herself in an effort to calm her trembling. The phone fell to the floor. Her voice steadly rose in volume as she cried her anguish out in loud sobs.
"Mom! Dad! Why!? Oh God, please don't let it be true.... WHY!!!!!" Sita said screaming the last part before burying her face into her hands and sobbing loudly. She cried for her loss, her dispair but mostly for the feeling of lonelyness that reached into her heart.
How could this have happened to her? It all seemed so unfair. Why just the other day she was happy and carefree. But now...
Sita, there is another way a voice seemed to call from upstairs. Seemed to call, cause she didn't really hear it. Well she did and she didn't. The voice seemed to echo inside her head.
"Who's there?" Sita called out. No one answered her back. Shaking, Sita stood up and began to slowly climb the stairs.
Sita stopped when she reached her door. There was something like fog roling out from under her bedroom door.
Sita reached for the doorknob, then hesitated not sure if she should go on. After all did she really want to know what was waiting for her behind her bedroom door?
I can give you what you most desire the voice in her head called again.
"Which is....?" Sita asked, wetting her parched lips. Sita felt a strong desire then to just turn back the way she came and get out of there as fast as she possibly could.
A new life, a new start, another chance and maybe happiness. All you have to do is open the door. Open the door and allow me the chance to try and help you the voice in her head replied.
Sita nodded her head slowly and reached for the doorknob. The door creaked open slowly. The fog seemed to spill out more as she opened the door further.
Sita stood gaping, her mouth almost hanging to the floor. Then finally, after five minutes or so she found her voice. "It can't be!?" Sita replied in a voice full of suprise....
Well, thats it for chapter 1. Hopefully i'll have 2 up soon. I know I left it at a bit of a clifhanger, but that's the way I like it. Full of suspense. I have to catch you kind reviewers eyes somehow. lol Please read and review. I need as much feedback on this as I can get. I need to know wheither to continue this or leave it and start something else. Any ideas, oppionions or helpful comments would be much appreciated. Thanks bunches.....
lavaangel aka lavaangel23