She watched the white capped waves that crashed on the pier of Nuvema. The sky was black, a few more
hours it would be morning. Sleep was not an option due to her racing mind.
Lost in thought she wandered to the very lake her father used to look out apon when he was also
sleepless, anxious, restless. She was now ready to leave this small town. Although she wasnt sure she
was ready for the journey she would be going on in only a short amount of time. White had grown up on
the stories of fantastic pokemon trainers, saving whole lands from the destruction of villians and
Pokemon thought only to be myth. Everyone she knew dreamed to be the next big story, the next hero.
Looking over that water she wanted only to float away from all of the pressure to be someone great.
