"I am sooooo sorry I'm late."
Juniper had delivered the pokemon mere minutes before. Mom had placed the blue package, a bright green bow tied about it. It was truly Surreal, as if I was still sleeping as I sat before the box hugging the magenta pillow off my bed close to my chest. The box contained the three pokemon that were being gifted to me and my child hood friends. I will admit that the temptation to open the legendary box without Bianca had been very great.
But we were all here at last and it was silent, very silent as we all watched the box that Cheren had placed before me. The moment had come, but I was scared, this would change my life forever, did I want to change. I was only fifteen was I ready to leave home? What about my future that I planned what about my want to be an illustrator? Would that all disappear, what if I didn't end up wanting to go, if Juniper asked me to do something and I failed? Cheren and Bianca were waiting. They said I could make my choice first, but I found myself unable to open the box. They were both looking at me, the usual sharp determination my face, gone. I was suddenly lost, a look of fear on my face. I shook it off. I must be strong, I said to myself, and then I pulled the ribbon, and it fell to the floor and lifted the blue lid of the box.
It was like opening Pandora's box, true to my name. I didn't know what to expect, and I was scarred to open it but my curiosity had gotten the better of me. Inside upon a blue blanket sat three pokeballs. And on each was a sticker, one a flame, one a drop of water, and the last a green leaf. Bianca leaned in and Cheren sat down next to me on the spot in which I had planted myself on the floor. Silence proceeded, each of these pokeballs would belong to one of us, one would be in my hand with in a matter of seconds. I sucked in my breath, as I prepared to take my choice. Cheren's breath was heavy on my hair and Bianca shook with excitement her fists clenched.
Now which did I want, I had focused so much on how it would change my life I hadn't wondered which one would change my life. Bianca licked her lips her eyes sparkling. It was tense, the pressure seemed to push down on my like a hundred pound weight. I then reached into the box and took the pokeball with the green sticker, the symbol of the grass pokemon I had chosen. Bianca let out a cry of delight as I placed the small red ball onto the pillow in my lap, which I had ceased hugging. I was hardly aware as Bianca made her choice, choosing the water type and shoving the fire in Cheren's face. This pokeball, and the pokemon stored inside was mine.
I did not notice when Bianca spoke to me. I was to absorbed int the red and white ball. She finally resorted to shaking me. "Hey hey." I snapped out of my daydreaming and looked up at her in alarm. She laughed. "You look like a deer caught in the headlights. Did you hear what I said?" I shook my head, my brown curls bouncing around my shoulders. "I wanted to known if we could have a battle, right here right now." I began to answer but Cheren interrupted.
"Won't you mess up the room if you do it in here."
"Nonsense, we'll be careful." She smiled. Jumping to her feet, she brushed down her cream colored skirt. And bounded to the opposite side of the room. "Here it goes!" She pressed the button of her pokeball, and it enlarged three times it original size. She then turned to me and Cheren. "Watch this." Holding the pokeball before her she pressed the button yet again, it opened and a glowing red light came from the ball forming into the shape of the water pokemon she had chosen, Oshawott. It was blue with a white head, and dark blue ears, tail and feet. A cream colored shell, something like a pendant was pinned to its chest, and it had funny little whiskers. It was cute and I looked down at my own pokeball. Cheren helped me to my feet.
I had seen the trainers on TV throw their pokeball to make it open, and it opened faster than pressing a button twice. I decided I would try this and to my relief it worked the pokeball bouncing back at me. The pokemon had come out in the same way as Bianca's. I froze, this pokemon, was mine. It was green, except for a yellow stripe over his eye that went to his neck and then up into a yellow color, and also a cream belly and chin. It's eyes were brown and carried a smug, Cheren said latter very much like my own face. It's tale formed a green maple leaf, and it swung it up and down as it awaited my orders. I smiled, a moment later, after fully observing my pokemon. Bianca waited expectantly.
"Snivy, use tackle." I whispered. It obeyed my order without delay tackling the Oshawott to the magenta carpet. Bianca followed with a pound and Oshawott and Snivy ran all around the room, dodging the three of us. They jumped up and down on my bed, Oshawott never able to hit Snivy till they had messed up the carpet and the trashcan filled with my sketches. The battle continued, although if I told you all the moves we used, Oshawott and Snivy only knew two respectively, my narrative would grow quite boring, although if I had time to describe every item they misplaced or upset in the room, including a glass of water and my PC it would end up being very long. But I will tell you the winner of the battle, which was I.
A battle between Cheren and I followed, he had received a Tepig a tiny orange and black pig, with a springy tail that looked as if it had an orange berry on the end. The outcome of our battle was the same with me conquering him, and I'm sure that the room could not get any messier. Cheren was not happy about being beaten especially by a girl, but over all he took it better than some people in the future I would talk to. After the battles we left my room to inform Mrs. Juniper of our decisions.