Author's note: Hello peoples. It has been a long time. I just found out that there's Word on my grandma's computer. Shocking isn't it? My vacation so far has been...amazing. You don't get to play Mahjong and cards at home everyday, well I don't. So...here I am, in China, updating...hehe. I will continue my other stories, promise, but I suddenly have the inspiration to write my own alphabet challenge, which I'll probably update once a week. If you have any suggestions, please let me know. Here's the first installment, enjoy!

Ambiguous

adjective. open to or having several possible meanings or interpretation.

He was back. Where? Home.

It has been ages since he has seen his mother. She wasn't what you call lonely, but she always awaited her son's return. It has been the longest he has been away. His mother greeted him with teary eyes and a wet kiss on his tanned cheeks. It was overwhelming. Ash Ketchum is a momma's boy, and the world knew it.

Delia wasn't the only one who anticipated to greet him. There was a bunch of people. Professor Oak was there, feeding everyone with his broad knowledge.

Smile.

His grandson Gary came towards Ash with gleaming eyes. He brought out the half of their symbolic pokeball. They chatted for a while. Ash wasn't a hundred percent listening, only catching bits of how Gary is topping the charts for young researchers. But of course, gloating about his fans was never left out.

Smile.

May came along with Drew. The two seemed closer together. There was another brief conversation that he wasn't paying attention to, but this time, it was about how they discovered new coordinating skills and are going to roam the industry together.

Smile.

Dawn came twirling by in a new designer dress. There came another depressing conversation for Ash. Dawn talked about how she started her own clothing line called "Diamonds ad Pearls", which was quite successful. But she still hasn't given up on coordinating.

Smile?

He couldn't smile anymore. Everyone was going their own ways, successful and happy. And there was him. At age ten, he set his goal on becoming the Pokemon Master. Years passed by, and just when he felt he had hope, everything came crashing down. It was like he was climbing a ladder, and just when climbs to the top, he tumbles down all the way to the bottom. He had lost hope. Even though everyone cheered him on, it only gave him false hope. Ash Ketchum is known as the the boy with strong spirits. But now, he's a young man, and his spirits have withered. There was something that he needed to bring him back up.

"Hey Ash." A tall, tanned man with squinty eyes said as he put his hand own his friend's shoulder.

"I thought you couldn't make it." Ash said, surprised at his presense. The dark man chuckled lightly, shook his head, and opened his mouth to say something. But he saw that something was wrong and decided to see what's up.

"So...how are you enjoying the party?"

"Hmm. Say...Brocko...what brings you here? I thought you just got married. Been expecting you to be on your honeymoon." His voice cracked.

"Ahh...Suzie and I decided to go on a cruise in the Orange Islands. The ticket is for next Monday."

"I see..." Trailing off, not completely into the conversatiion.

"She's outside. I told her to come in, but she said that she's going to stay outside." Brock said. Know-it-all.

"What? Who? What are you talking about? Who's outside?" Choking on his own spit, Ash stared at his long-time friend, wide-eyed.

Again with a dark chuckle, Brock replied, "You know who." And merged into the sea of people.

Raising an eyebrow, Ash realized who Brock was talking about. His heart thumped, he could hear it. Not caring about his surroundings, he shoved the people in his way and ran out the door. Professor Oak's lab was huge, but he knew where she was. There was only one place.

"Mist."

Huff huff.

"Ash! How did you know I was here?" She was surprised. Her sudden jerk in the head allowed her ponytail to swoosh in the cool, evening air.

"Where else could you be? I know you like it here by the water."

"Humph. I knew you knew that. But it's so dark. I don't see how you can see me." She said, standing up to meet her friend.

"I can cuz I -" He stopped talking. Dumbstruck.

She walked briskly towards him, not caring how horrified he looked under the moonlight. She jabbed her pointing finger into his chest and pushed him backwords with it.

"Why hello Mister Pokemon Master. Nice to see you again! Why are you here? Why aren't you enjoying your party? You always do. You go off travelling, do a bunch of stuff, enter a league, lose, and come back, and we throw a party for you. During all that, you don't even take the time to even call me! Ha! Best friends? Best friends at least call each other once in a while!" Misty's finger was still in Ash's chest, but they weren't going any further. Ash's back was crashed against the mansion wall. But Misty continued her rant.

"Sometimes I just want you to call me. Because I want to know, I want to know if you're..." her thundering voice suddenly became very soft, "safe." She dropped her finger from Ash and let her arm drop to her side. Her head dropped with it, staring at the ground. Ash opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

Suddenly, Misty's hands balled up into firm fists as she raised her head to the young man who was once shorter than her. Her aqua blue eyes gleamed with anger, which were so clear under the moonlight.

"You know what? You're useless! We put all our hope in you, but you just fall back again and again. I don't even see the point in throwing you a party because you failed."

"I know, I'm useless."

"What do you mean you're useless? Your mom, your friends...me...we all want you to become the best. You can't go around saying you're useless. You gotta show em' what you got." He smiled at that. It was Misty Waterflower he's talking to. She's bound to talk some sense out of him. Being depressed the entire evening wasn't the key. He needed something else besides praise and pity.

"So, do you forgive me Mist? For everything?" He asked. Misty couldn't help but smile at the childish face that was so endearing.

"Who can stay mad at you Ash?"

"Well, no one. Not even the hot-headed girl who comes to a party in a t-shirt and shorts."

That moment, something amazing happened. Something that Ash couldn't interperet. One might call it sweet, some may call it disgusting, and others would ignore it. Maybe, it was just ambiguous.

That's it for "A". Please tell me what you think. And again, I'm always open to suggestions.