I clenched my teeth, gripping a styler. It glowed blue in the forest's dark but enchanting light, dancing on my Glameow pajamas.

However, I didn't know what this strange foreign object was, except I had seen it on an amazing documentary about Almia's Rangers. Suddenly, I began trembling, the superiority in my head banished. The blue lights began to flash on and off, like a Ghost Pokemon had taken over it. The styler began to pry itself from my weak fingers. With no doubt, I quickly suspected Nikorasu, my rival full of hatred, was doing this to me again. The styler shook and slid out of my hand, like a magnet was pulling it away. "Stop!" I shrieked loudly, stamping my foot on the dark forest floor, crushing a leaf. "Stop doing that, Nikorasu-baka!" I screamed shrilly. Nikorasu looked down, humming suspiciously under his breath. "Too bad, baby."

And this is why I hated Nikorasu. He was too smug for my favor. Plus, he had been a jerk to me since I was an toddler. Enough was enough with this imbecile.

"If I had the Pokemon, I would have used Tsutaja to whoop you." I growled angrily. "Now go whatever you do, Nikorasu-baka."

He grinned cruelly at me, his teeth showing. "Good-bye, Erica-baka." He chuckled. "Oh, and I hate you too."

Darkness engulfed me as soon as Nikorasu murmured his last word. I heard distant chuckling echoing in my head, making me tremble in fear.

-Dawn-

I woke up in a unexplained panic, probably from my dream. "ERICA, WAKE UP!" Mom yelled, making me shudder in shock. "O-okay, Mom." I murmured, trembling nervously.

I forced myself to get out of the comfortable bed, shivering. "I'm coming, Mom just let me get dressed, please." I murmured.

The first thing I should have done was eat something like pancakes, but I didn't. My schedule for today was already booked.

I sprung to the closet, and pulled open the doors. I quickly began to throw things onto the floor in a fit. "Not this, not that..." I snapped, holding things out and throwing them on the floor in disgust, without a backward glance.
I pulled a pink hat from the closet and thrust the cap onto my bed. "That hat is perfect." I muttered, going back to my trance of looking for outfits. After two minutes of digging through clothes to wear, Mom began to shout again.

"Are you done YET?" I could hear loud stomping up the carpet stairs, which worried me. I quickened the pace of leafing through clothes to wear. I opened my mouth to speak as I heard her hand clench around the door with extreme force.

"Err, yes, Mom. I'm almost done!" I stammered in a frantic tone, now worried to no end.

Then, I saw the outfit to wear. A velvety black vest and my favorite ripped shorts.

That's pretty good of you, Erica. I thought smugly.

I relieved myself of my Glameow pajamas and put on the hat, black vest, and ripped shorts. "Done with this burden of a task."

Apparently, Mom had heard me talking to myself about being done, and had waited outside my door for me.

"Are you ready for your big moment?" Mom placed her hand on my shoulder.

All of the panic began to enter my head, began to engulf my confident thoughts.

"Errrr, yeah." I finally managed to say after two minutes.

"I better go wake your father up," Mom had finally remembered Dad. I knew he would be excited for me, he had mentioned the subject more then once at the dinner table for the last two weeks.