"Where the like, hell is like, that little runt!" A certain pink haired woman roared in annoyance. "Like, chill, she'll be down here in like, a minute!" Violet snapped. Daisy shook her head in approval, "Yeah, don't stress out so much sis."
The three Waterflower sisters were congregated at the frontal area of the Cerulean City Gym. Each waiting patiently(well most of them anyhow) for the youngest of them all to join them down to watch her go off to her first real training experience outside of the gym. Or, to be more exact, a training facility that allowed trainers global wide to unite and train together called Poké Camp. At least, that was what was said in the brochure sent to the gym. Only a select few were invited for a copious amount of reasons. Such as, status, skill level, or financial influence they obtained from Pokemon related businesses. This is the sole reason why each sensational sister was a little more anxious than usual.
The youngest of them all was invited to this prestige haven for Pokemon trainers alike.
Misty Waterflower, a young, talented and intelligent young girl (and the Cerulean City Gym leader). She was one of the strongest gym leaders around, and very few trainers have been able to obtain badges from the Cerulean Gym, giving it the high status it had. The very same gym leader who nearly passed out when she was sorting through the piles of bills sent to the gym one day and stumbled across a small letter written out to her in the most alluring handwriting. Not because it was beautiful(although the writing was appealing) but, it was in the handwriting of the all so infamous Cynthia.
"My Dearest Misty Waterflower,
You have demonstrated to have an exceptional talent and show much potential. Your training skills have come to my attention and I extend this invitation to the prestige Pokémon Camp to you. My fellow colleagues and of course myself would be ecstatic to have you join our camp training course for the next year. If you accept this offer, please feel welcomed to contact Lance, or myself and we can discuss financial, housing and dietary requirements.Also, please note that all of the trainers Pokémon must be sent to the camp prior to the arrival of their trainers due to the fact that we believe all of the Pokémon should build connections with one another without their trainers.
Sincerely,
Cynthia"
The letter explained to Misty every detail she needed to know. Although Misty at first was wary of going on the journey to the camp without her Pokémon, she accepted the terms and sent them to the camp through the gym. Mew how she would miss her Pokémon (especially her beloved Gyarados). However, Misty was able to recover and was still willing to travel to the camp, even without her Pokémon. So, once she was able to contact Cynthia a reply of gratitude and acceptance of the invitation, she began packing.
Misty Waterflower knew she was not at her most ideal when under stress, and she knew her sisters knew this to(after one too many hits of aggravation). So when the sudden yell from Lily jolted Misty out of her anxious double checking of her supply list, Misty, to say the least, was not delighted.
However, Misty also knew she was running out of time and still had a two-day bike journey to get to the Poké Camp. Double checking that she packed every item into her bag, Misty bolted down the stairs outside of her room to meet up with her sisters at the front of the gym."It like, took you long enough" Lily uttered when she was the first to notice Misty clumsily running down the stairs. Fumbling to put her bag on her shoulder."Shut up Lily!""Come on girls aren't we a little too old to be arguing like we're still children?" Daisy chimed in to try and disrupt the argument that was about to begin.Over the years Daisy began to mature and dropped her valley girl like talk. She had a stable job and was content with filling in Misty's place as gym leader while the other girls ran the water ballets."Well, we all know Misty isn't too far off..." Lily snickered."Hey! For your information, I am 16 if you hadn't noticed!""With those boobs? You barely qualify for a nine-year-olds" Lily chuckled."And Barbie called, she wants her boobs back!" Misty snapped back.
Lily gasped at the rude remark while Daisy and Violet try to suppress their laughter by covering it with a failed attempt of acough.
Leave it to Lily and Misty to make an argument over their chest size.
Daisy, being the oldest and mature sister she was, decided to try to break up the little argument forming before it got worse.
"Enough talking about what your boobs look like, no matter how accurate the comparisons are. Today is Misty's last day here for a whole year. Let's try to see her off with somewhat happy memories?"
Lily and Misty both grumbled a couple of incoherent words under their breaths before apologizing. "Well like, anyways Misty I'll miss you! I know I can be like mean sometimes, but I still want you to write us ok?" Violet says as she reaches out to hug her youngest sister. "Ok I will, don't you worry" Misty laughed back.
Picking up the warmer vibe Lily then adds, "Yeah Sis, like stay safe alright?"
"Of course I will!" Misty beams back. And so with that, Misty walks out of the door as she finishes her farewells and heads towards her bike ready to begin her new adventure.