The warm, blue, Floe Island. The smallest the Sevii Islands. Population? A measly 32 people. Occasionally, the Seagallop'll give us a few visitors but they never last long. They come, they marvel at the scenery, they visit the various sites: the move tutor, the Daycare Center, the weird sticker guy. They marvel at the wonders of Elite Four Lorelei's house and her mass of PokéDolls, disappear for a while into Icefall Cave, maybe go to the Pokémon Center, then they leave. They all leave. Why on earth would they stay? More importantly, why do I stay?
Of course, I'm getting ahead of myself! I should really introduce myself! My name is Jenny Flint, 15 years old. I was born on this island and sometimes I feel like I will die on this island. I leave roughly twice a year to get school supplies and new clothes from Fortune Island.
Things that I like to do on the island? Not all that much. I mostly just hang out with the four other kids, roughly my age. We hang out on the beach, climb the tiny excuse for a dormant volcano or when we feel most daring, we mess around in Icefall Cave. Our school is literally run in the Daycare Center. Mr. and Mrs. Crick, the elderly couple who run the center, alternate between teaching the younger group and the older group.
I was basically raised by Mr. and Mrs. Crick, who run a daycare for children as well as for Pokémon. My mother only comes home in the winter, leaving me to fend for myself for the rest of the year. To me, this was always considered just another thing that made my life suck. Of course, it's always nice to see your parent succeed in life, but when their success gets in the way of your relationship, it tends to cause a little resentment. To make matters worse, she always tries to make it up for me by bringing me home heaps of PokéDolls. Our house if full of them; so full it's basically a tourist attraction. I resent the PokéDolls, too.
You've probably guessed it by now but my mother is the Elite Four's one and only Lorelei. She's been in the Elite Four going on eight years now and has always been an avid traveler and trainer. Unfortunately, having a child doesn't really fit into that kind of lifestyle. Even when I was little, before she got that dreaded invitation to join the Pokémon League she was never around. I was adopted by every house on this island. They all took me in and loved me and tried to explain that my mother was a very busy woman and she'll be back soon. She won't always be gone…
And sure enough, she'd be back in the winter, when the warm tropical air became just a little bit cooler and just a little bit wetter. Monsoon season was always a peach. The waves would crash, the rains would come and so would my mother. She'd come and we'd fight and I'd mope and forgive her. Then she'd act like she was the World's Number One Mom, we'd hug, we'd cry, and then she'd leave. Happens every year, without fail.
Of course, this story is actually a story, not just a rant about my lame little life. Just thought I'd give you a little background info before we hit the ground running with how my little life changed.