The Generic Story You All Probably Know… and Hate (TSYAPK… &H for short-ish)
Intro: Protagonitis Is a Bitch, (and So Is Mary Sue)
Maria Champion sighed again in a way that only a conflicted protagonist could. After all, life was hard for a main character child of Generic Champion and Baysic Partner, especially after being bitten by a radioactive Jynx to give her preteen body breasts at least worth a C cup. Then again, this was all part of the predestined life of a main character, after all.
Maria sighed again, in case anyone had forgotten that she was a bit distressed at the moment. Today she was ten, and she would get to start her generic Pokemon journey. She wondered if her Protagonitis would kick in during her journey about Johto, because she knew living in Johto made her somewhat original compared to all the Hoeenese, Sihnoan and Kantonian children with Protagonitis.
Protagonitis was a strange curse of a blessing, and a strange blessing of a curse. It afflicted one out of every one Mary Sue or Gary Sue, and turned their normal life into that of a story. In fact, until last week, Maria remembered being as flat as a ten year old should've been. It wasn't until a pink, featureless cat appeared before her in a dream that she realized her life would never be the same again. She would likely follow the same path as her father, since the sickness seemed to be hereditary.
She sighed again for the two hundred seventeenth time that evening (she's been sighing off-screen) she would leave New Bark Town. Professor Elm was a nice adult who in spite of his dealing with children on a constant basis, was about as far away from a pedophile as one could be. Then again, anyone whose name seemed to be a tree of sorts was a nicely old man who had no dirty fornication thoughts about overpowering easily impressionable youngsters.
For once, Maria Susana Champion stopped sighing. She wondered what Pokemon she would choose, and what her friend and/or rival Jenn-Erica Rivalmark would choose or what the semi-hunky Brad (because all guys named Brad MUST be hot, right?) Enbutter would choose. Tonight would be quite a night of restless sleep.
It was at this point that her mother entered her room, because Maria's location wasn't at all important for a several paragraphs. Her mother had the same lengthy Dreamboat colored hair as her daughter, and eyes that showed only caring. Unlike most of her kin, Maria actually had both parents… yes, even I'm shocked!
The color Dreamboat certainly deserves a bit of time to be described. It is often known as 'favorite hair color' colored hair, and it is said that only one out of every thousand people will see the same exact color as you. Is your favorite color blue… no, yellow! BAM! It's done. Do you prefer that of a zebra stripes design? That's what you see. Do you wanna see rose without the tinted colored glasses? It can be your Dreamland, Kirby!
"Get some rest, sweetie," Her mother spoke in an overly caring tone, yet her words carried a robotic droning tone. Though much of her physical appearance wasn't that important, her sides almost seemed to be thin like paper as though she was literally a two dimensional character stuck in a three… well, perhaps not three, but two point five dimensional world. "You have a big day ahead of you. Generic mother comment."
Maria smiled. She loved her mother Baysic, regardless of whether the author did or didn't remember to put a comma before her name. Every time she said a generic mother comment, she could only think of one way to reply, "Generic daughter response!" And then they hugged, with Maria trying to be careful not to rip her mother's papery existence to shreds the way smart readers may have wanted to.
At that, she shut her eyes, because somehow she was also ready for bed, and had climbed INTO bed during the vague descriptions just before. She didn't need to use a tooth brush or a bar of soap. In the Pokemon universe, Pokemon trainers naturally had built-in body cleansing that prevented any need for either clothing changes or showers. After all, those activities in responsibility would waste time on potentially useless fan service.
With all that said, it seemed that she had fallen asleep in her bed in all that time of description. Surely, the chapter could have ended on a more extravagantly dramatic note, but that doesn't fit here. A generic story seemed deem fit ONLY to have a plaintive and uninspiring end.
Though perhaps, there still is a bit of time, maybe for a rant, because as a new author, I figure it's important to compensate. Just look outside... okay, so it's all nondescript and untold yet (and probably forever unless it becomes important in Maria's life) town. However, there appear to be only three or four houses... even I can't remember the number, but there are so few! What gives? Honestly, how are there even people about, even if they never get described as existing beyond vague recognitions, but still... um, YEA!