Dear Diary,
This is a little weird…I've never done something quite like it before. The stereotype is that all girls have their own little diaries filled with secrets and stuff, but I never saw the allure of it all. I guess you can just call this an experiment to see what it's like to have a diary. Though, if my sisters decide to go prying into these pages, I'll unleash a spectacle of water power that'll prove to them why I'm the main Gym Leader here in Cerulean.
Well, there's my first topic I guess… I stopped adventuring last month, as in traveling around the world. I just didn't see the point of it anymore. It isn't about the strength of the Pokémon you catch; it's the strength you are able to bring out of your Pokémon that counts. According to Brock, that's the Gym Leader code.
My goal is to become to greatest water-type Pokémon trainer in the world. The reason I make sure to specifically mention the water-type as my signature is because of this boy I met awhile back. I was just fishing on the shore when he suddenly ran up with his Pikachu in toe and stole my bike. By the time I caught up to them it was charred into uselessness by the powerful electric-type Pokémon. This boy's name was Ash Ketchum. His goal is to become the greatest Pokémon master of all time; though nobody really knows what the title of 'Pokémon Master' means beyond being really good at battling. As good as I am at being a trainer; Ash is on his own level.
I guess now is a good time to mention that Ash is kind of my boyfriend. I get embarrassed every time I think about that! It happened so quickly that I had to double-take to make sure he had spoken correctly. We were both in the Hoenn region; I was scoping the water-types of the region while Ash was challenging the gyms there. After about four months of traveling I happened to run into him and his friends. In the little group Ash was traveling around with at the time was our good friend Brock, possibly one of the future greats in the field of knowledge regarding Pokémon and breeding. He's also a fabulous Gym Leader, far better than me in my own opinion. He specializes in the rock and ground types, but he doesn't really do that anymore on account of his brother taking over for him. Instead, Brock is training to be the greatest Pokémon breeder in the world. It fits I guess, considering that Brock is a pervert.
What disturbed me was that there were two new people to join Ash and Brock; May and Max. The girl, May, is a bit of a weird one. She doesn't seem to care about Pokémon all that much, I agree with her completely when it comes to bug-types. She's the older sister to the young Max, who reminds me of what I used to think Professor Oak would look like as a kid. According to Ash, May wants to be a top contender in the Pokémon contest league while Max wants to be a Pokémon professor. My problem with the whole affair was that May was quite the looker. In terms of appearance, she beats me I guess. I don't really have the face of a model like she seems to and my breasts haven't really developed all the much compared to hers. She was everything I used to think Ash liked. At least I thought that until Ash kissed me!
It happened one night in Hoenn. May and Max were both asleep while Ash decided to go for a nighttime stroll. I was fishing just a little ways away from them. Ash terrified me when he walked up behind me. I hadn't expected to be joined that night. Rather than just depart and leave me alone, Ash sat on the shore next to me. We talked about our journey in Kanto and about where we wanted to go. He told me about how the Hoenn gyms were really difficult and how it was a lot different than Kanto. I told him about the water-types I was after, mainly Feebass, an incredibly rare water-type that evolves into one of the most beautiful Pokémon in the world. Then, in the midst of an awkward silence, Ash kissed me out of nowhere. It was so wonderful! Absolutely the greatest night of my life! It would've been far better had it not been for Brock lurking behind us like the creeper he is.
I guess this is it for my very first diary entry. See you tomorrow or whatever.
With Love,
Misty