Pokemon (Insert random jewel here)!

"My name is Dawn, and I will tell you an unoriginal story on my adventure in Sinnoh. I will bore you to tears, and make sure every detail is said in the most boring way ever. It's so boring that you will have cancer by the time I'm done. This will have no plot, no humor, no fun, because we've all read about ten billion of these, am I right?" I frowned, erasing the paragraph with my pencil. Sighing, I chucked the paper at the trash bin.

"Honey! Dinners ready!" Yelled my mom from downstairs.

"I'll come down when I'm ready!" I shouted from in my room upstairs.

Long silence.

"DAWN! GET YOUR HAIRY BUTT DOWN HERE, OR SO HELP ME, YOU WILL BE GROUNDED! YOU WON'T GET TO PLAY WITH RACADE, AND YOUR WII IS GETTING TAKEN AWAY!"

Oh no! How will I get to play my Wii?

"Coming," I mumbled. "Sheesh, what a witch."

My mom smiled at me, holding a glump of pale and green food. It looked like pudding. Except mutated a little.

"Hi honey, sit down, eat your dinner," She set two plates on the table, switching off the TV.

I groaned. "Mom! I was watching that!"

"We are going to eat like a family tonight Dawn," She took spoons out and handed them to me. "Well, how does dinner look?"

Like a cow puked on it and flushed it in the sewage. "Like a fancy dinner Mom! You're the best cook ever!"

Mom smiled, but cocked her head to the side. "Are you okay dear? You're just staring at the food."

She was right. I was staring at the alien slob she called dinner.

"Uh, Mom, I love your dinner, but can I skip-" We heard a rumble from our neighbor's house.

"What was that?" She asked. "It sounded like our neighbor is building a house or something!"

Racade. My senses told me. "I'm going out. See ya mom!" Standing up, I grabbed my hat and walked out. Racade's shed was vibrating.

I opened the shed, and my ears almost fell off, it was so loud. Racade was holding a chainsaw and was cutting something. He had wood chips all over his clothes, and huge goggles on his face.

"Racade?"

He kept sawing.

"Racade?" I yelled louder.

He still kept on sawing.

"RACADE!"

He stopped, unplugged cotton from his ear, and turned to me, with a goofy grin on his face. "Hiya Dawn! I'm making firecrackers!"

This is sadly my neighbor Racade. He likes orange striped shirts for some reason, and never combs his rats nest of blonde hair.

"With wood?" Confusing, how is it even possible to make firecrackers with wood?

He took out a basket with a bunch of wood shavings, gun powder, and red wrappings. "The wood's for extra light. I'm making this so I can print out my name in the sky! Imagine, front cover of the newspaper saying, 'Youngest kid to make ultra powerful fireworks!' Huh, huh?"

I tried to imagine, but I didn't see it. I saw smoke, people running, and burnt up blonde hair. "More like, 'Extra extra! Blonde kid to destroy towns with fireworks in a two-hundred mile radius!"

"That's the spirit!" He opened the drawer, and handed me a few of them. "I made them already. Here, let's light 'em outside."

What? Now he wants to murder our town? "Racade, I don't think this is safe..."

"Sure it is! They won't notice a thing! It's already dark enough, let's head out!"

Well, I must admit, it was fun doing something bad, sorta. I mean, it's not like our parents said we can't light fireworks!

We tip-toed outside, and we could already see stars. "Perfect!" Racade exclaimed. He set down the firecrackers and lit them with a match.

"Back up, back up," He told me.

"Three," We chanted.

"Two."

"One!"

BOOOOOOOM! The fireworks were a little more powerful than expected. They broke the windows, burnt the wood on the houses, and cleared the entire area where the firecrackers were of grass.

Our moms ran out, horrified.

"DAWN!"

"RACADE!"

"Racade!" I shouted.

"Dawn!" He shouted back.

"You were the one that made the firecrackers," I pointed to him.

"If you didn't come, I wouldn't of thought of it!" Racade snapped.

"You would of done it anyway! Extra, extra! Dumb kid blows up our parents' houses!"

My mom took me by the arm. "Enough arguing! Dawn, you will come home this instant, and you will eat that dinner I made you!" Gee, on a usual basis, that wouldn't of been punishment. Apparently mom ate the dinner.

"As for you Racade, you will come home and for your TV shows, you'll have to live on Barney and Teletubbies for a long while!"

"Mom!" We yelled at the same time.

Mom dragged me inside, and pointed me on the chair. "Sit. Eat."

"Mom, as much as I love your horib- er... Delicious food, I'm really full!" I extended my stomach and patted it. "See, I'm stuffed!"

"Eat," She demanded.

I took the spoon, and since the food was left alone for so long, it was jello-pudding like now.

My eyes watered from the stench that emitted from it when I poked the vomit. I scooped a bit, the reek about to make me barf on what looked like barf, and with shaky hands, I put it in my mouth.

I gagged.

Holding my hands up to my mouth, I ran upstairs and threw up in the bathroom. My mom waited downstairs for me.

"Well? You have a whole bowl to eat. It's nutritious!" She said, kicking me a bucket. I looked at her in confusion.

"I think you'll need this, dear."

The cycle continued. Eat, barf, eat, barf, until the bowl was clean.

My mom looked at me with a smile on her face, clearly enjoying my panting. "Fun, huh?"

"No," I said.

"I called Racade's mom and she said that you guys are allowed to hang out tomorrow. Kiddo, you got lucky. If it were my parents, you'd be doing chores until your hands drop off. Luckily I have enough money to pay for those windows from Contests."

Did I mention my mom was a famous contest coordinator? I didn't pay any attention to her? Whoopsies!

"Cool mom, thanks," I said.

"No problem. What will you be wearing tomorrow by the way? You know I-"

"Yes, mom. You need to know so I don't dress like one of "those" girls," Rolling my eyes, I threw my hat on the coat rack.

I changed in my pajamas, and showed my mom my clothes of choice. "The shirt, the hat, the skirt, the socks, the boots, and the scarf. The end," I said.

My mom held up my pink skirt. "Dear, this skirt is like, three inches long. Are you really sure?"

I held up my hand. "Of course! I have a scarf, so I won't be cold."

"Are you-"

"YES MOM! Lemme sleep now," I pushed her out and slammed the door. That woman was a stalker, I tell you.

Flopping on my bed, I took out my notebook of adventures, and wrote a story.

The words went like this:

"And tomorrow, I'll go on an adventure with my idiot friend Racade. Along with an unknown (stalker) boy, and meeting up with evil villains.

I could really use cake now..."