"Yes! YES! YESSSSS!" I screamed pumping my fist in the air "I defeated Grimmon!" I felt so proud but I felt my smile disappear as I remembered the frustrating fact "for the thousandth time..." I sighed as I slapped my DS case closed. Yep, this is my life. Me squandering it over imaginary friends that weren't even my idea! I'm an average size for a kid of 10 years old, but of course any kid the size of Jimmy Faller would say I'm puny (but then again who isn't puny to him?). My name is Apollo Smith Woker. I live in Washington U.S. Every chance I get I wish that I had a real Digimon partner. Well that proves that no wishes come true... ever. A familiar voice cut through my sadness.
"Apollo, Dinner!" My mom cried from downstairs. My mom is a slender woman with brilliant brown eyes and hair.
I tromped downstairs to the dinner table. My dad as usual was deep in concentration on a crossword puzzle. He is close to the same as all the men in my town (ignoring the fact that he cares more about his cigars than me). He has black hair and moustache normally with a big fat cigar sticking from underneath his moustache. I walked back upstairs after dinner. I saw a comet jet through the sky I decided it wouldn't hurt to try wishing again but I'll never get my hopes up. "I wish that I had an actual digimon friend."
But little did I know, that comet passed through a different world and at that exact same time another creature was making the same wish but vice versa. He wanted a human partner. After I got ready for bed I climbed into my bed and fell asleep. The little creature did the same.
