Blossom woke up excitedly. She brushed her silky brown hair out of her eyes, yawning and stretching she sat up in her plushie covered sleepily glanced at her clock. '7:00am' "DAD DAD WAKE UP!" She yelled as she jumped out of bed and darted out the door. "TODAY I'M GONNA GET MY FIRST POKEMON!" She ran round her house, until she eventually found her Dad sitting reading a newspaper in the living room. Her Mum, who was ironing clothes, looked up and smiled at her fondly. "I remember when I first got my first Pokemon," he said with a grin. I woke up late so I nearly didn't get one. But they had one left, a Pikachu, so I was allowed to take him. As you know he's still here right now," he bent down to ruffle Pikachu's fur affectionately. "ASH! How many times have I told you to keep your Pokemon away!" Blossom's Mum scolded lightly. Ash rolled his eyes. "If it wasn't for Pikachu I would never have met you and you would never have been stalking me for a new bike." "Pika Pikachu!" Pikachu agreed, nodding a bit. While the two were remembering when they were younger, Blossom crept upstairs to get ready.
She pulled on her lilac top, some jeans and her trademark red baseball jacket.
She pulled her hair into two tight ponytails, ran downstairs, quickly scoffed a slice of toast, brushing her teeth what seemed like milliseconds after that.
Blossom sprinted out the door, excited for her adventurous journey as a Pokemon trainer to begin.
Thanks for reading so far, sorry it's so short it's my first Pokemon fanfic and I literally just joined the fandom this week... so yeah, again, thanks for reading! XD
Btw the pic is Blossom
(Notice what I did with Blossom's parents?)