A is for Aguav
At five years old, Augustine Sycamore was the kid girls giggled at and then turned away to whisper to their friends. His thick, black hair was always just tousled enough to add to his angelic features. In his peers' eyes, the small, gray eyed boy could do no wrong. Yet, because of his small stature and heavenly looks, he was labelled a teacher's pet and shunned by the other boys. The girls were too young to do anything but fawn from a distance, so young Augustine was alone most of his first week of school.
Five years old Grace was the opposite. All she wanted was to be one of the guys. The girls in her class stayed because of her rugged appearance and blunt attitude. The boys hung out with her during class after she proved how great at sports she was. After class, the young girl was left by herself. She would spend hours after school kicking a ball or trekking through the forest around the school. She would always be the last kid left on the playground, and would walk home by herself.
On their fourth day of school, Augustine and Grace were sat at the same table. For the first half of the day, the two ignored each other. When lunch rolled around, Grace noticed that he did not have any food. Her curiosity caused her to finally break the silence between them.
"Vous n'avez pas un déjeuner? (You do not have a lunch?)" Grace asked.
"Non. (No.)" Augustine answered softly. "Je n'ai pas prendre toute la nourriture. (I did not take any food.)"
Grace looked at him in shock. She quickly cracked open her backpack, pulled out a berry, and handed it to him.
Augustine looked at the firm, green berry in his hand. He turned it around in his hands, wondering how to crack it open. He glanced at Grace, watching as she pulled out a spoon and handed it to him. Grace moved to his side of the table and showed him how to pry open the top of the berry. Once the stem came off, Augustine smiled at the sight of fresh fruit innards. He nodded to her as she walked back over to her side.
"Merci," he told her. As he stuck the spoon in, he asked. "Qu'est-ce que la baie appelé? (What is the berry called?)"
"Baie Gowav, (Aguav Berry,)" Grace said. She happily cracked open the hard shell and took a large bite of the soft inside.
Augustine took a bite off his spoon with more grace. His face pinched and he forced himself to swallow as to not seem rude. "Il est un peu amère. (It is a little bitter.)"
"Oui!" Grace said cheerily. She took a large bite and through it said, "Le goût est incroyable! (The taste is amazing!)"
Augustine flinched and took a smaller bite off of his spoon. He let out an unenthusiastic, "Oui."
Grace beamed a smile at him, glad that someone shared a taste for bitter foods. Augustine couldn't help but smile back. The two started to talk about their favourite foods and ended up playing with each other all through lunch and long after they should have gone home for the day. Augustine's mother finally pulled her son away, promising they could play together the next day.
That day, a friendship was formed over sharing a bitter lunch. This friendship would last longer than any bitter aftertaste. It would span years and create unforgettable moments. When the friendship finally settles, it will create more happiness than Augustine and Grace could have ever comprehended at five years old. It all started over an Aguav Berry.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon