The Truth About Misty
Misty walked round the old house it was cold and lonely and no-one seemed to be in. She was sure it was here. She couldn't be wrong it was the 5th house she'd tried and it was also the last why weren't they in to greet her? Misty sighed and sat down on a rock she picked up a pebble and smoothed her fingers over it. It was so smooth why couldn't her life be like the pebbles? Lying in the sun all day doing nothing watching the world go by. Misty shivered. It was cold and windy and sitting on a pebble waiting for someone wasn't her ideal thing to do. After ½ an hour of waiting Misty was about to leave when an old red truck came chugging up the long windy pebbled drive. Misty sighed he ALWAYS managed too be late whatever the reason. She expected even if she died he would be late and that was including for her funeral. Misty watched he didn't usually drive a red truck that was about to fall to pieces if anyone touched it. Misty grabbed her briefcase and walked grumpily towards the old front door.
"How long have you made me wait?" said Misty in a grumpy and muffled voice.
"Only half an hour." Said a low voice. Misty grunted.
"Sure it may be that long to you but it seems longer to me." She said angrily. She was shouting now and she didn't care if anyone heard her.
"Hey calm down." He said "come in and have a cup of tea." Misty tossed her bag in the empty hallway it echoed as it hit the floor and Misty cringed as it landed she hated loud noises. She pushed him out of the way as she went into the living room leaving her bag for him to pick up.
"Would you mind getting me some tea?" said Misty who right now was trying to make his life as miserable as possible for being late. There was a grunt as an answer and Misty knew this meant 'If I must.'
5 minutes later he returned carrying a tray with tea and Poke shaped biscuits.
"So why did you call me here?" said Misty
"Well" said the man "I need help. You're very good with water Pokemon and my Starmie won't respond it acts as if it's deaf."
"Look I'm not a doctor!" cried Misty "For a start you leave me waiting outside this rusty old pile of debris and say it's urgent, that I must come and stay for the weekend to solve your stupid problem." Misty had said this without a pause and her face was bright red. "AND of all things your stupid Starmie isn't well." She said continuing "Next time call a proper doctor." And with that she raced to the hall grabbed her bag and left muttering a load of rubbish. Then suddenly a huge black abject came flying towards here nearer…and nearer…BANG
Misty woke up with a start. She groaned. She had had that same dream all week it was really getting up her nose. Misty slowly got out of bed and walked over to her cupboard for her dressing gown. After walking down several flights of stairs she reached the kitchen door and pushed it open. Ash was already there doing the cleaning.
"Ash?" she said a little sleepily. Misty rubbed her eyes until they were sore. "Am I seeing properly or have I gone blind?" Ash reddened slightly. "Are you really cleaning?….. and I thought you were lazy." She said cheerfully. This had certainly made her day. Ash had never cleaned up before and she was surprised it was happening now of all times.
"Have the dream again." Asked Ash who was obviously trying to change the subject. Misty nodded and grumbled
"Third time." Why did Ash always have to remind her at breakfasts?
Suddenly a loud knock at the door knocked her out of her daydream.
"Ash could you get that." Ash grunted and went to get the door.
Misty sat there thinking about anything when just at that moment a huge black thing came curving in on her.
"NOOOOOOOO" she screamed until WHAM. Misty fell unconscious to the floor.
Ash, Brock and Pikachu sat in the waiting room. Waiting to see if Misty was Ok. Ash heard the doors opening at the end and looked in the direction for the 60th time. Alas it was another doctor no Misty waiting to jump on them and say Hi saying it was all just a big dumb joke. The door opened again and this time Ash tucked his head between his knees he didn't want to look up again not ever. Misty had apparently gone into some kind of shock and Ash, Brock and Pikachu were waiting for a doctor or Misty to come through the pale pasty double swing doors and say everything was Ok.
"Uhum." Said a proffesional voice which sounded a lot like a doctor.
"Yes" said Brock who could see Ash didn't want to speak to anyone.
"Well there is a fifty fifty chance of her survival and we are doing everything we can." Said the doctor.
"Thanks." Said Brock without even thinking. The doctor left. Ash had a tear welling in his eye it dropped and almost in slow motion it fell onto the floor. To Ash it burned a hole to his heart. Misty was one of his best friends and he didn't know what he would do without her.
Thanks for reading this and PLEASE review it. It's my third fan-fic the others are pretty rubbish. I will post the second part soon so put me on your author alert It won't be long for number 2!
Hari Sett