The Misadventures of Kanto Girls part 1
My sister sat up in bed. "Crap," she muttered. "can this get any worse?"
"Gee sis, I don't know. Our room is messy, how horrible," I said. I always watch my sister wake up in the morning.
"Stamgalaki!" she yelled at me. Yes, my name is Stamgalaki. My sister's name is Furean.
I laughed. "Come on. Off to Pokemon school before Mom and Dad get up." We took early morning Pokemon school classes. Our parents didn't like Pokemon. We got in uniform, grabbed our backpacks,and were off. At class that day, the first week of class, we got to try out a Pokemon. Fu, which by the way is Furean's nickname, got a Growlithe to try. "I want that!" I whined to her. "Too bad!" she yelped, and threw a Pokeball off the front table back to me. I caught it, and, as instructed, wrote a list of all the Pokemon I hoped were inside.
*Growlithe
*Shinx
*Horsea
*Sandshrew
I stopped short. I didn't really know anymore that I'd like.
We went outside a few minutes later to let our Pokemon out. "It's four thirty..." Fu muttered sleepily. A loud chorus of Go Pokemon or other similar phrases could be heard. I got a Bulbasaur. Great. "Crap, Stam, look!" Furean said. I looked where she was pointing. I gasped. Our parents were coming down the field!
"Furean, get behind Isabella, now!" I said. Isabella was our friend. We could trust her. We huddled there as Mother and Father spoke to the principal. They left shortly, and we quietly came out of hiding. The morning went on with battle techniques. The Bulbasaur did not like me. Hurray. At 6:30 A.M. we headed for home and faked sleep.
Later that day, Furean and I got out our study books and sat side by side, not talking or anything. We studied for a long time, on things like Keycharms, Pokedexs, and trainer necessities. Furean finally spoke. "Do you think they saw us? I was really confused.
"Who saw us?"
"Mother and Father!"
At that I was silent. I finally blinked and said, "No."
That night, I told Furean about gym leaders. She knew them all by heart, as she was aspiring to become one, but I guess she liked to hear it from me. "... And the last one is Volkner. he trains electric types," I finished, just as our mom entered the room. "Goodnight," she said, "Sweet dreams."