"Look, Mom, I won't do it again. Okay?"
A boy stood before his angry mother, giving an apologetic expression that was mixed with the complacent emotion in his eyes. His hair was like hers; black in color and slightly wavy. Draped over his body was a dark jacket with a hood that he used regularly, complemented by his dark blue eyes. The teen held up his hands cautiously, as if attempting to calm his angered parent. She had one hand on the table in the dining room, where each day they ate alone. From the look in her eyes he could almost assume she meant to kill him.
Sabrina sighed loudly, "I predicted you would say that."
"Of course you did," the teenager defiantly groaned, rolling his eyes at the comment.
He had done it again. Her son had gone into the Gym when she wasn't looking, taken a badge, and had arrogantly pretended to be leader. The spirit channelers had been bossed around, the girls were forced to tend to him, and everyone was told to have their Pokémon fight each other, all for his amusement.
And this wasn't the first time.
"You're just too spoiled," the Gym Leader calmly admonished. "Edward, you need to grow up."
The fourteen year-old boy scoffed, turning his back to his mother. He stared at a cup on the dining room table and, using his mind, slowing lifted it into the air with the motion of his hand. It twirled idly until Sabrina roughly slammed it back down, not even having to lift a finger.
Edward looked away.
"Quit acting like a child," she snapped, the tone of her voice suddenly ringing with anger. "Just look at what you do! You flirt with every girl at trainer school, you scare wild Pokémon, I mean, just look at what you're teaching Abra!"
The boy glared. "Abra is mine. You gave him to me. I haven't done anything bad to him. You're just mad because he hasn't evolved yet."
Sabrina crossed her arms, firmly digging her hands into her sides. "I don't care if you evolve him into an Alakazam! It's what you teach him that matters."
"He's my best friend. Why would I do anything that would hurt him?"
The mother sighed. She knew what the real problem was; he wanted to be Gym Leader. But he wasn't ready. Not with the way he acted, he wasn't ready for the responsibility.
Sabrina opened her mouth to speak, but then an image appeared to her. The psychic's eyes widened slowly as she gazed at the world with her sixth sense. All light in the room seemed to dim for a moment as images flashed before her mind in a fractured second. Then the lights glowed bright again, her eyes returned to normal, and the vision was over.
The teenager pretended not to care.
But then his mother smirked cleverly.
"Oh, I know," she said in a well prepared tone. "I have the perfect idea."
"W-what?" Edward could not help but ask.
"You're going on a journey. A long journey."