Miyo angrily stormed outside her house, and sat on the back porch. It
just wasn't fair---her sister was beautiful and she was just plain. Nothing
was special about her. She had regular dark brown hair, brown eyes, and
glasses. Her teeth had a small gap in between them, and they weren't as
straight and white as she wanted them to be. She wasn't fat, but she wasn't
thin. She was in the middle. But her sister has beautiful, long, flowing
brown hair, and glistening, shining brown eyes. Her teeth where perfect----
and very straight. She was lean and thin, and very active. She played with
her glossy-coated Ninetails everyday. Daddy would her have a real Pokemon,
but he didn't think Miyo was old enough to have one of her own yet. Ha!
Miyo was jealous of her sister, and she was more jealous every single day.
Her sister could sing as well, in fact she was the best singer. Miyo would always jealously go her sisters singing try-outs, only to grow with more envious as she blew away everyone in astonishment. Miyo tried to sing, but it just came out all wrong. She listened to pop stars, and listened to her sister, but she could never really get it right, ever. Seemed the only good thing Miyo was really good at was drawing.
And Miyo could really draw. Anime, realistic, anything and she could draw in that style. But Miyo was so caught up in how pretty she wanted to be, that she didn't realize her imagination and inner beauty.
Miyo was still sitting on the porch, more jealousy growing inside her every second. If she where to just run away, everything would be perfect. Her family would never even realize she was ever gone. And she could be free, without worrying about trying to be just like her older sister.
Miyo sketched angry drawings in her sketchbook, a way she let go of stress. On a hot, summer day like this, it felt good to draw freely. She just let her hand move freely around the page, making swift circles, lines, and slowly sketching out the details. She was drawing her favorite Pokemon---- Mewtwo. Even though all the 'bad' things she had heard about the creature, he totally astonished her. After all, Mewtwo was mainly misunderstood, right? At least she thought so.
After finishing the wonderfully drawn, very detailed Mewtwo, she just sat it aside. After all, her parents complained that all the papers where "getting out of hand and had to stop". So basically they where telling her to quit what she loved and was good at? It just didn't seem right. Parents are supposed to encourage their kids.
Miyo sat on the porch, sad, angry and lonely. She summer heat was scorching, but she didn't mind. She was too angry to mind.
Suddenly, she heard music. She automatically thought it was just her sister singing, about after a few moments, she realized it wasn't her sister. It was ever MORE beautiful than her sister. And... It seemed as if it was calling to her. It seemed like a sad song, in some beautiful language. It was faint, but it grew louder. Curious, Miyo got up from the porch and took a few steps in the fresh grass. She got to the end of the yard, and she heard an awful sound:
"Miyo! You here, right now, child!"
It was Miyo's mother. She was standing on the porch, in her summer dress, yelling at Miyo, "Get back here, child, there is some strange noise out there!"
Miyo started to run. She ran as fast as she could, without realizing what she was doing. Her mother just yelled at her, unable to get her attention. Miyo ran towards the music, wondering where it was coming from. She had never been this far in the forest before. She heard her sister's Ninetails barking wildly, but she kept running as fast as she could. When she turned to look back, she ran straight into some thorn bushes. A thorn cut her cheek, and it bleed. Another few thorns took her shoe. She tore and raged at the thorn bush, until it finally let go of her. She tripped over a few roots, nearly fell down a small hill, scared a few HootHoots out from their resting tree, and ran past a Pigey's nest. She stopped only when she could run no more. She collapsed at the base of a large tree.
Breathing hard, frightened and scared, Miyo touched her bleeding cheek. A small amount of blood went into her fingers.
Great, she thought, I'm bleeding, I think I just ran away from home and I'm all alone.
Then she heard it again. She had forgotten all about the music.
"It's a sound only a Pokemon can make," she said to herself, "And it's right behind those bushes. I know it!"
She slowly crept through a few of the bushes. The music was sheer beauty to her ears. This made her more interested. Slowly, she crept closer. One bush separated her and the music. She slowly and carefully, she let her hands move the bush away from her face. Then, their eyes met.
Her sister could sing as well, in fact she was the best singer. Miyo would always jealously go her sisters singing try-outs, only to grow with more envious as she blew away everyone in astonishment. Miyo tried to sing, but it just came out all wrong. She listened to pop stars, and listened to her sister, but she could never really get it right, ever. Seemed the only good thing Miyo was really good at was drawing.
And Miyo could really draw. Anime, realistic, anything and she could draw in that style. But Miyo was so caught up in how pretty she wanted to be, that she didn't realize her imagination and inner beauty.
Miyo was still sitting on the porch, more jealousy growing inside her every second. If she where to just run away, everything would be perfect. Her family would never even realize she was ever gone. And she could be free, without worrying about trying to be just like her older sister.
Miyo sketched angry drawings in her sketchbook, a way she let go of stress. On a hot, summer day like this, it felt good to draw freely. She just let her hand move freely around the page, making swift circles, lines, and slowly sketching out the details. She was drawing her favorite Pokemon---- Mewtwo. Even though all the 'bad' things she had heard about the creature, he totally astonished her. After all, Mewtwo was mainly misunderstood, right? At least she thought so.
After finishing the wonderfully drawn, very detailed Mewtwo, she just sat it aside. After all, her parents complained that all the papers where "getting out of hand and had to stop". So basically they where telling her to quit what she loved and was good at? It just didn't seem right. Parents are supposed to encourage their kids.
Miyo sat on the porch, sad, angry and lonely. She summer heat was scorching, but she didn't mind. She was too angry to mind.
Suddenly, she heard music. She automatically thought it was just her sister singing, about after a few moments, she realized it wasn't her sister. It was ever MORE beautiful than her sister. And... It seemed as if it was calling to her. It seemed like a sad song, in some beautiful language. It was faint, but it grew louder. Curious, Miyo got up from the porch and took a few steps in the fresh grass. She got to the end of the yard, and she heard an awful sound:
"Miyo! You here, right now, child!"
It was Miyo's mother. She was standing on the porch, in her summer dress, yelling at Miyo, "Get back here, child, there is some strange noise out there!"
Miyo started to run. She ran as fast as she could, without realizing what she was doing. Her mother just yelled at her, unable to get her attention. Miyo ran towards the music, wondering where it was coming from. She had never been this far in the forest before. She heard her sister's Ninetails barking wildly, but she kept running as fast as she could. When she turned to look back, she ran straight into some thorn bushes. A thorn cut her cheek, and it bleed. Another few thorns took her shoe. She tore and raged at the thorn bush, until it finally let go of her. She tripped over a few roots, nearly fell down a small hill, scared a few HootHoots out from their resting tree, and ran past a Pigey's nest. She stopped only when she could run no more. She collapsed at the base of a large tree.
Breathing hard, frightened and scared, Miyo touched her bleeding cheek. A small amount of blood went into her fingers.
Great, she thought, I'm bleeding, I think I just ran away from home and I'm all alone.
Then she heard it again. She had forgotten all about the music.
"It's a sound only a Pokemon can make," she said to herself, "And it's right behind those bushes. I know it!"
She slowly crept through a few of the bushes. The music was sheer beauty to her ears. This made her more interested. Slowly, she crept closer. One bush separated her and the music. She slowly and carefully, she let her hands move the bush away from her face. Then, their eyes met.