Hello again people! I have started writing again. I may not be updating this as frequently as I was with A Tale of Two Eevees. I have not received any OC submissions so I will not be using any yet. Feel free to submit some. This story will be similar to A Tale of Two Eevees in some ways, and will take place in the same 'universe'.
I awoke to find the sun shining on my face through the window on the wall of my blue painted room. I was worried about being late to school for a second, but then I remembered that Summer Vacation had just started. That always threw me off. I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Staring back, I saw my short cut brown hair, sky blue eyes, and the annoying pimples that had only started appearing this year. I got dressed and went downstairs to get some breakfast. My parents were taking the summer to go and visit the recently opened up Kalos region, far away from our home in Sinnoh. My parents were both amateur naturalists and wanted to study the region and all the Pokémon living there. My parents had inherited a ridiculous amount of money from my grandfather, who had been the CEO of some large conglomerate corporation.
This suited me just fine, as I preferred to be alone and it meant that I could spend as much time playing games on my laptop as I wanted, without fear of my Mom and Dad yelling at me to go outside. I never really enjoyed spending time outside; I just got uncomfortable outside during the day, it never seemed to be the right temperature. During the night, however, I loved to lie on the lawn and gaze up at the moon and stars. Something about them always mystified me.
Downstairs, I saw for the third day in a row the note my mom left me on the fridge; "Jacob, please try and do something other than play your videogames all day, it's not healthy for you to be cooped up like that all day. Go and hang out with your friends, or try and make new ones. –Love, Mom." It was typical for her to ask that, but I did decide to try and follow her request to hang out with friends, but it turned out that all of my friends would be busy over the summer. As for the healthy part, I wasn't exactly in shape, but I was in no way fat. I was five feet and eleven inches, and I only weighed 120 pounds.
As for the make new friends part, I knew what my mom really meant by that. She wanted me to go talk to the girl I had always had a crush on, Amanda. She was always pushing me to do that. I wished I could, but I had always been too shy even approach her. To top that off, she wanted to be a Pokémon trainer, although she was waiting to finish high school, and I had never really thought that it was ethical to train Pokémon to battle- whether or not it was against their will. These things combined into the awkward situation of me having a crush on her, and regardless of if she knew, I would never be able to tell her. She would probably be gone in a few years anyways on her Pokémon journey.
I finished eating my breakfast; cereal and milk, as I almost always have, and walked down the driveway to get the newspaper. The town I lived in was small, and not important enough to be a destination for travelers of the region. My family's humble house was on the outskirts of town, surrounded by forests on the north and west, with a road heading to the village center and onward east, and farmland owned by some large company was to the south. I never understood why when we had so much money we lived in a small house, miles and miles from any major town.
I retrieved the newspaper, a local publication that had to practically beg people to find stories, due to the uneventfulness of life in this area. I really don't know why my parents insisted on getting it. Today's front page headline was; "New coat shop opening March 5th." As I said, I have no idea why my parents paid for it. I went back inside the house.
After spending six straight hours playing videogames, I got bored, which was a problem because there was nothing else to do. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Red flag number one. I got up and started heading down stairs, slipping my folding knife into my pocket as I did so. Looking out the window, I saw a SPS (Sinnoh Package Service) truck outside and two guys in SPS uniform, one of them holding a box outside the front door. I wasn't expecting any packages, red flag two.
I decided to wait for them to leave, but they were still there after five minutes, and my curiosity and impulsiveness got in the way of my better judgment. I went to the door, and opened it half way, blocking any room for the men to enter using my body. "Can I help you?" I asked, suspiciously.
The man carrying the box nodded. "Can we come in? We need you to sign some papers for this delivery." He said. A real delivery man would never ask to come in. Strike three, you're out. I tried to slam the door shut, but the man not holding the box held it open. Panicking, I grabbed for my knife, but in that instant the man without the box pushed the door open, knocking me down in the process. I picked myself up, too scared to reach for my knife.
The man with the box laughed. "Didn't your mom ever tell you not to open the door for strangers, kid?" I felt rather stupid for putting myself in this situation. The man without the box, before I could react, pulled out a small club and hit me over the head with it, and everything went black.