Two sets of footsteps raced down the hallway, quiet giggles erupting from the small children. They stopped outside of a wooden door, both turning to and shushing each other. On the count of three they burst through the door and jumped on top of a lump covered by a duvet. In unison the children cried "Wake up!" repeatedly until groans were heard from the lump.
"Ugh, go away." From underneath the duvet a groggy girl with lilac hair came up.
"How many times do I have to tell you two to stay out of my room?" she asked the small children with a glare.
"I don't know, we can't count," replied the blonde boy,
"Not past 5 anyway." the blonde girl added.
Sighing the older girl sat up and pulled the younger ones into her sides.
"Y'know, I'm going to really miss you guys,"
"Then don't go!"
"Mercedes, I have to."
"No, you don't! Daddy says you don't have to do anything you don't want to."
"Jack, I have to go, because I want to get stronger."
By this point the twins were beginning to cry, they were close to their big sister, but recently she started leaving more, each time longer than the last…
"I'll come back, you know that, just like I came back for your birthdays."
"Yeah," they sniffled.
"Why don't you two go wake daddy?" Instantly the two stopped crying and with grins on their faces rushed out of the room, presumably to awake their father.
Huffing, the older girl slumped back down into the bed to try and get back to sleep, however, she wasn't so lucky and quickly got out of bed. Looking out the window she took note of the weather before moving over to her dresser where she brushed out her matted hair and got dressed. As she was checking her bag she was interrupted by a knock at her door. Without invite, a tall man walked in; her father.
"Do you really have to go so soon?"
"Yes Dad, if I want to get stronger I need to train."
"There's no changing your mind is there?" he asked with a sorrowful look taking over his face. Before she could reply he reminded her to check in with Professor Sycamore and left her room briskly.
In frustration she kicked over a trash can and in that instant a flash of red erupted from her bag.
"Riolu!" the small canine cried as it padded up to the girl. Taking a deep breath the girl calmed down and grabbed her bag, slinging it over her shoulder as she opened her window.
"Let's go Riolu, they'll be fine." and just like that both trainer and Pokémon were gone through the window.
