Accumula Pokémon Centre, Unova Region
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Dear Diary,
I'm trapped. I'm trapped in the world of Pokémon and I have no idea how to get out. Some birthday THIS has turned out to be.
Anyway, enough on my sob story. The name's Hilda. As of three o'clock this morning, I am fourteen years old. Here's the story as to how I got here.
My parents bought me Pokémon Black and White for my birthday today and I opened Black first. I pushed the chip into my new 3DS and turned it on. I did everything I needed to do. And I made sure to watch the startup. That boy… for some weird reason, I feel as though I've met him before. I'll just have to find out when and where.
Professor Juniper seems nice. She let me choose my sprite (obviously I chose the girl) and got me to write my name.
Then, when Professor Juniper went into the house, I felt as though I was going through a vacuum. It made me feel as though I was going to be sick so I kept my eyes closed.
Just before Cheren came, I raced to the bathroom. There was a large full-length mirror on the door and when I saw myself, I gasped. The short denim shorts barely cover my butt and the pockets are ragged, like I wouldn't be able to put anything in them. The knee high boots are black with a solid five centimetre hot pink sole and hot pink edging and laces. The white singlet shirt is rather short and keeps flashing my midriff when I move. Thankfully I have a black vest that I can zip up when I get cold.
When I heard the sound of the door knocking, I raced downstairs, eager to find out what was going on. Professor Juniper was standing in the doorway holding a large blue box tied shut with a green ribbon. I asked her what was in it and she said "It's a surprise for you." She winked at me as well.
"Um, Professor?" I asked just before she left.
"Yes, Hilda?" Professor Juniper replied.
"Er, I'm not from here."
"Strange… but your name IS Hilda, right?"
"That's right. Hilda Iswed-Abjad."
"Hilda Black-White in Maltese, correct?"
I was taken a little bit aback by this. Not many people know the meaning of my surname. "How do you know that?"
"I learned the language so I could study some of the many ruins in Malta, in particular, the Village of Xagħra."
"That's where my grandparents are from… in my world, that is. My real mother is also from Malta. She taught me how to read, write and speak the language."
"That may come in handy in Undella Town…" she mumbled. At least, that's what I THINK she said. "Anyway, your friends, Bianca and Cheren, will be over soon. Why don't you go back to your room? And can you take this box with you? Be VERY careful with it."
"Okay!" I bounded up the stairs to the bedroom in which I found myself. I placed the box on the desk gently and stood back to admire it. It was a pretty thing and I used all my willpower to not touch it. That was very difficult, trust me.
Not long after Professor Juniper left, Cheren came. He seems studious and smart. His glasses are rectangular, like my reading glasses, which (thank God) were sucked in with me and his hair is black and long and straight with a little bit sticking out.
"I heard from Professor Juniper," were his first words to me. "We can have a Pokémon?"
"So that's what's in there!" I said to myself.
"Huh?"
"Oh, she came by and told me it was a surprise. Your name is Cheren, right?" I asked abruptly.
"Why are you asking my name when we've known each other all our lives?"
"I'm not from here. I'm not even from this world!"
"What do you mean?"
I explained my whole story. "And now I'm scared of the console battery dying, because if it dies, I may be stuck here forever. As much as I love Pokémon, I love my real parents and the friends and family from my own world outside of Unova. I want to go back home, but…" I hesitated. Why? Okay, well, I was unsure of what to say.
"But what?" Cheren prompted gently.
I sat down on the bed and sighed before I continued. "Before I was sucked in, I watched the prologue for this game. There was a boy… a boy with long, pale green hair. It was some sort of ceremony, I guess a coronation?"
Suddenly, a girl with blonde hair and a green beret puffed her way up the stairs.
"Am I late again?" she cried.
"Yep," I answered.
"Sooooooorry!"
"Bianca…" began Cheren, "I've known for ten years that you have no sense of time, but… seriously… today's the day we can choose our Pokémon!"
"I know. Sorry, Hilda, sorry, Cheren." She came forward. "The Pokémon are in there, right?"
"Yeah," I answered, getting up.
"They were delivered to Hilda's house first, so Hilda gets first pick."
"Naturally."
"Before I choose my Pokémon, I have to tell you something, Bianca."
"What is it, Hilda?"
And so I told Bianca what I told Cheren.
"Well, what a strange birthday, huh?"
"You could say that."
"So, you gonna choose your present now?"
I looked up. "One good thing about this messed-up birthday. The Pokémon are waiting for me!"
Before I could undo the ribbon, there was a card. It read:
"Hilda, in this box are three Pokémon who are raring to meet the three of you. Make sure you settle your choices politely! Sincerely, Professor Juniper."
"Here goes," I said as I undid the ribbon. I lifted the lid and picked up the three Poké Balls that were in there. "Okay, you three, come on out!" I threw them up into the air and out came three cute little Pokémon!
There was a little green serpentine Pokémon, whom I later learned was called Snivy, a little orange piggy one, whom I later learned is called Tepig, and a little blue otter-type critter called Oshawott.
I honestly couldn't decide which Pokémon I would pick. So I flipped my three sided coin. It's actually three Australian coins stuck together with Blu-Tac: the tails side of the 50¢ piece, the tails side of the $2 coin and the tails side of the 20¢ piece. I associate each side with the Starter Types. Grass = 50¢, Water = 20¢ and Fire = $2. Instead of yelling out 'heads' or 'tails', I yell one of the following nouns: 'Shield', 'Platypus' or 'Aborigine'.
This particular time, I called out 'Platypus' and it came up with the $2. Next, I yelled 'Aborigine' and that time it came up with the 50¢. So I called out 'Shield' and it came up with the 20¢. I was getting frustrated by now, so I asked Bianca and Cheren to help me out by calling out one of the three things with me.
This time, I picked the 50¢. Cheren picked the $2 and Bianca chose the 20¢. Finally, we got what we picked.
"Okay, Snivy, I choose you!" I grabbed Snivy's Poké Ball and got it to Return. However, it came back out straight away. "Huh. Guess you don't like being in your Poké Ball much. OK!"
Bianca suddenly wanted us to have a battle with each other. We did, and Snivy won against her Oshawott. Cheren healed both of them and he battled me. I wanted to see Cheren and Bianca battle, however, that was not to be.
So we went downstairs to apologise to Game Mum about the messed up room. There were footprints on the walls, ceiling and rug, the rug was rumpled, the bed was ruined, the desk and bookshelf were on top of each other… it was truly a sight to behold. Pokémon are so cute and tiny and yet they have the power to mess up an entire bedroom.
Game Mum said to not worry about the room. That in itself was one of the first reliefs I experienced since coming here. I told her everything. That I wasn't from this world, and my fear of the 3DS dying. I can only hope it doesn't die while I'm in here… hopefully it's like Narnia. No matter how much time you spend in Narnia, you always go back on the same second, minute, hour, day, week, month and year that you left. And you haven't aged a bit.
Anyway, I've got a big day ahead of me tomorrow, so here is where I say goodnight.
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