A.N. With regards to the format of the story, the bold text is a voice inside Serena's head. However, it does not encompass Serena's thoughts. Think of it as some omniscient being that, in this case, is describing the nature of Serena's dream. The underlined text represents Dream Serena. Whenever Serena is having a dream and her subconscious mind speaks, the underlined text is used. The text in italics is Future Serena. In other words, she is the Serena that already knows what happens in the story (since it already happened to her) and is publishing what happened to her in a blog-type format. She often makes comments on what she did in the past, and breaks the fourth wall to address her readers often. Unformatted text (normal, in other words) represents Present Serena's thoughts. As the story goes on, Present Serena will comment on what happens, like a normal first-person narrator. Finally, "quoted text" represents dialogue between characters. Any combination of the different types of text used is just a combination of what the different types of text do. Hopefully, this is not as confusing when you all read it.

DISCLAIMER (because I know that everybody has to make one): I do not own any of the following series, objects, musicals, etc. that I write about or make allusions to:

Pokemon, Kingdom Hearts, "Avenue Q," and Spongebob Squarepants

Thank you for reading.

A scattered dream that's like a far-off memory.

Who is he?

A far-off memory that's like a scattered dream.

And why do I feel like he's … important to me?

I want to line the pieces up – yours and mine.

"-erena? Could you go and wake her up, Fletchling? I swear that girl inherited her sleeping habits from her father. Thank you, Fletchling. You're such a dear."

"FFFFFFFFFFFFLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETTTTTTTTTTTCCCCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG"

"KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH! Oh, it's just you, Fletchlin- wait. Fletchling?! I'm going to kill you, you damn bird! Get back here! Aaaa-" THUMP.

"Serena! Quit making all of that racket! Don't you remember what today is? It's September 1st! Hurry up and get dressed, so you can go. I'll be waiting to give you breakfast downstairs."

"Fletchling, Fletching ~ "

Meanwhile, a disoriented lump expresses her sorrow.

"Ugh."

In hindsight, that probably wasn't the best introduction was it? I really hope that my first impression wasn't that bad. After all, I can't have readers slipping away before I even started! Well, officially at least. Anyway, for all of you readers that are still around, I'm Serena, I'm sixteen years old, and I'm ready to detail my Pokemon adventures! That wasn't too much, was it? Ugh, I'm just making things worse, aren't I? I better be quiet now…

"Wait. September 1st. Crap! I better get dressed."

I miraculously am able to stand from my unholy heap of Happiny bedspread. Then, I disentangle myself from my quilt and race to my mirror.

"A bedhead. Of course."

After cleaning up my appearance and changing into my trademark black high-waisted outfit, (as if they couldn't call it anything better) I carefully tread my way downstairs, hoping to avoid a recap of this morning.

As I trek downstairs, I reflect on my dream. A familiar image of someone flashes inside of my head. Tanned skin. A rounded face, but a pointed, not-quite rugged jaw line characteristic of a young man. Spiky, black, unruly locks. A dazzling, confident, yet not-irksome grin. Yet, no other features of his countenance pop up in the depths of my imagination as I ponder longer and harder on his appearance. However, I am rewarded for my thoughts with an embrace from the floor. Damn, and I thought I could pull the day off without another falling to my face incident, like I had earlier in the morning. I guess it just sucks to be me. Maybe I should audition for that "Avenue Q" show in Lumiose City…nah.

Once I get up and brush myself off, I make my way to the kitchen, grab a piece of toast from my mom, Grace, and make my way outside. I think I hear her yell something to me, but I ignore her. Nothing matters anymore, now that I'm out the door. I'm finally free to start my journ- OUCH.

I hadn't noticed what was in front of me, but whatever it was, it felt like a monster composed of about one hundred hamsters rammed into me - The sheer impact was astounding, really. Juxtaposing my earlier sentiment that I crashed into a furry monster was the reality that I had just body slammed a familiar-looking teenage girl. As for why she felt like a thousand hamsters (or was it one hundred), her very pink, very furry striped sweater gave me a clue.

"Owie! That really hurt!"

Being a nice person, or at least not a jackass, I immediately stand up and grasp her hand to help pull her up. Meanwhile, I think of a conversation to make myself look less like a jackass. I decide to go with the funny route of breaking the ice.

"Sorry. I'm not used to this adventuring stuff."

"Haha, it's alright! You're funny!"

Yes, it worked! I can't believe it actually worked. I mean, I wasn't that witty or anything.

"My name is Shauna. You're Serena, right? Your mom told me to show you around the town and take you to get your first Pokemon. Let's be friends! No, best friends –best friends forever! Oh, this is soooo totally exciting! I'm so excited are you excited Ican'twaitforyoutomeetmyotherfriendsoooohthisisgoingtobesofuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!"

I slowly nod as I attempt to interpret the gushing that I just heard. I also realize what my mom was trying to tell me as I walked out of the door – that I was going to have a …companion lead me to Professor Sycamore's laboratory since I have no idea where I was going.

That's right, I forgot to tell you all that this was my first actual day in Kalos. I had just moved to Vaniville Town the previous night after a long, migraine-inducing flight from Lilycove City in Hoenn. And of course, having had a long day the previous day and an even longer morning the current day after thinking about the boy from my dream (although, time-wise I don't know how that's even possible), I completely forgot that I didn't know where I was going, so I just marched out of the door. You know where the tale goes from there. Anyways, back to the story!

Suddenly, my head starts throbbing when I look at Shauna. I didn't do much to induce such torture onto myself, besides bumping into that girl and listening to her incessant blabbering. Maybe I'm just getting a headache from all of her talking. It's like her voice is echoing inside my head. Perhaps it's because the town seems to be vacant of people right now.

Also, either the town is still asleep, or Vaniville Town is just really small and quiet. I mean, I know a large city like Lilycove would be pretty different from a town like this, but I would be able to hear a pin drop (if I had a pin), and I'm nearly deaf from the auditory torture that Fletchling puts me through every day! I suppose I'll adjust eventually, not that I'll spend entire days just sitting in Vaniville outside talking to the plants or anything (at this point, I'm willing to bet that the plants chat more around here than the ten other people living in this town do). After all, I have a journey to attend to. Speaking of which:

"Come on! Just follow me and we'll get to Aquacorde Town in no time. That's where the rest of my friends are. That's also where we'll get our Pokemon!"

And so, I follow Shauna to Aquacorde Town, or rather she manhandles my arm and forcibly pulls me to our destination. However, I feel like someone is missing – like there was supposed to be another person to greet me at my front door. Maybe the void in my imagination has to do with the boy from my dream. I suppose I shall find out later, but for now, I'll just go with Shauna, ignoring the faint pulsing from my temples, and hoping that everything will turn out alright.

In reality, everything didn't just turn out alright, like I had initially thought it would.

To be continued…

"What was that?" you ask? That was, like, a mere morsel of my first story, like ever. But seriously, I am an avid reader of fanfiction, so enjoyed obtaining the opportunity to reciprocate the favor and actually being able to write a story myself instead of mooching off of other people's stories. I actually got the idea for this fic while I was musing randomly in the shower. You see, I had just finished watching the latest subbed episode of Pokemon X and Y and I thought to myself "What will happen after the series ends? Where will Serena, Clemont, and Bonnie go after leaving Ash (if they do leave him)? What if the games Pokemon X and Y started one year after the anime of the same name? What if everybody that Ash meets in the anime forgets about him in the games? Why do they forget him? What happens to him then?" And thus, this fanfiction was born.

I have had other ideas like this before, but that was before I overcame my laziness of not wanting to make an account. Unfortunately, they have long since died. However, I will keep having more random ideas like this, so I may or may not write about them for you guys to see. Everything depends on the magnitude of the idea. If it's really good and it'll stay in my head pleading for it to be written throughout the entire day, then odds are that I'll write it down. If the idea is either very passive or very stupid, then I probably won't write it down. Pretty simple.

I took inspiration from E.B. White's essays, which I'm studying for English class (hence all the parenthetical asides). Also, I went on various tangents for the purpose of replicating a real-life thought process, just like the way I came up with this story. After all, many ideas are born from random digressions that the mind comes up with, and I wanted Serena's thoughts to replicate those of a real-life person. I intended to make the narration a bit humorous to juxtapose the dark themes that will be present in the future. Of course, my humor is weird, so I understand if you don't think it's comical – not everybody will. However, the plot that I have planned out for the story, I feel, is going to be interesting for everybody who likes a little balance of everything in their stories – romance, humor, adventure (of course), sci-fi, slice-of-life, etc.

In case you want to know, I'm also taking inspiration from "The Crossroads of Haruhi Suzumiya" visual novel project on the Animesuki forums for future chapters. The sci-fi elements of that project are really cool and I encourage all of you sci-fi fanatics to check it out. If you read the scripts for that and then come back and read my later chapters, you might notice references that I will make to it.

Alright, that was a long author's note. Thanks for reading, and Ciao!

Note: I do not actually speak Italian, so please do not reply to me in Italian. I am, however, taking a Spanish class, so, a ustedes, si les gustaría platicar conmigo en español, yo lo aguantase. Take that, Google Translate!