Chapter 1
The sun
had just risen. The absence of clouds gave the sun clear room to
spread its warmth across the placid lake. The conditions couldn't
be calmer, the lake couldn't be clearer. Misty lay on the side of
the lake, her fishing pole laying on the stick in the ground. She was
the tomboyish-love seeking paradox of a girl not rarely seen, the
type who wanted to be unlike the rest of her gender, yet couldn't
stand the sight of other prettier girls with
their boyfriends,
feeling that would, one day, be her own happiness in life. Not really
paying attention to the occasional tug on the line, day dreaming of
her future love (what better to think of with the most idyllic
conditions).
"What a beautiful view." She said to
herself. Her early upbringing of self-cautiousness led her to a life
of solidarity. Raised in a family with beautiful sisters, she was the
odd one out. The self proclaimed title gave her little to look
forward to in terms of a boyfriend.
But, she was raised in a
family not only content with the latest fashions, but also skilled in
the mastery of pokémon training. She acquired many pokémon training
skills. While her sisters grew up pretty and fashionable, she grew up
an avid pokémon trainer. Everyone has their own qualities, and if it
isn't looks, then why make it that way? Beauty may only be skin
deep, but each person looks different through each persons eyes.
Her talent in the
sport kept her mind off wanting to falsify her
real true self and trying to keep her body like anyone would for her
type.
And yet, deep down, she still wished for someone to
come along, an angel to fall from heaven, to be with her and support
her, to help her through tough times, and make the best out of the
finest. She would wish for someone to be able to fill her idea of an
idyll boyfriend. She had been for months, as she soon started to grow
out of tom-boyhood and tried to fill her role as a happy person from
a happy couple.
She opened her eyes, wishing that
the one she dreams of, the faceless messenger of love and care, and
made her feel wanted even though she hadn't even met, who was
probably miles and years away, to be before her, so she could feel
what it was like to be loved by someone. A feeling she had never felt
before, and would probably never feel for a long time.
She
had thought about these thoughts before, many times over. Looking
upon the peaceful lake, she would almost feel humor of the irony of
it all. It was the most mellow of times, and she wished that she
could make the best of it, which was only possible with someone by
her side.
"Hey, you got something on the line!"
An unfamiliar voice called out, breaking Misty out of her thoughts.
She quickly grabbed the rod, but only from a reaction of about a year
of fishing. She tried to turn around to see her visitor. In a way,
she gave the fish slack to get off, so she could thank her unknown
witness. Thinking so much about finding her true love really made her
think anyone who talked to her was the one she was looking for, a
blinding thought which she carried only on the most promising of
days, only to fall the next moment.
The fish got off, and
she set the rod down. She turned to take a look at who was
speaking. He stood tall and proud. His muscles only bulged out of his
shirt just enough so as not to look too big, but to look attractive.
Natural blond hair fell over his beautiful face. His smile gained him
his childish and yet gentleman charm . His skin was a bit tanned,
finishing off the painting of the perfect man. Misty couldn't
believe she was talking to a boy
like him. He wasn't the boy
she dreamed of though. While she didn't know it, she had a false
love for him. Any girl would have admired his looks, but she didn't
know if it was just a coincidence that he came by just when the fish
was hooked. (Later she would thank the fish for biting at the time)
"Hi, I'm Tim." After a period of silent
staring, Misty forgot her manners.
"Oh, hi. I'm
Misty" Her throat was almost dry. Just another thing that
happened to a girl who actually thought they felt in love with
someone. Desperately trying not to let her visitor go, she started to
start a conversation. "So, how are you today?"
"Pretty
good." He responded. "Listen, I have to go. Why don't I
call you later." Misty gave out her number, and immediately went
home. She did her hair up a little, not too much, hoping that the
computer phone won't make it look like she was desperate. After
what seamed like days, he finally called. Talking to him was so
fulfilling. She never thought in a hundred years she would ever talk
to someone like him. They started to talk about their lives.
Soon,
Tim asked her to a dance at his school. She almost fainted. The
question made her feel so nice. She blushed, and gladly accepted.
They arranged the details.
Soon, he had to go. Misty thought to
herself that night, something she barely did. She would always have
nothing to think about. Darkness isn't exactly the best way to
think. It clears your mind, but being alone most the day didn't
give her much to talk about. She thought about how the past year she
never even tried to socialize with people. Maybe she was prettier
than she thought.
That night she could barely get to sleep.
The dance still was a week away, but she was still hyped about her
possible first boyfriend. She soon grew into thinking what she would
wear. That night could be the beginning or the end of any chance to
start a relationship with Tim, and she would have to look her best.
She thought about what type of dress she would wear, how she would
put her hair up, and other little things.
That week she talked to
Tim too much. He lived a few towns over at Pallet, and so they never
got much chance to meet in person. She had to cut down her phone time
with him, for she feared that talking too much would show her
obsession for him. Of course, he never did realize it.
On
the day of the dance, she got in the dress that she searched for
hours to find, one she thought made her look the best, just a few
days before. The sun was setting, and she was waiting for her ride to
pull up. She sat by the window looking out. The moon which normally
made her feel a little scared actually looked good on the cloudless
night. Everything had gone right for her that day. She felt better
than she had in a long time. She got exited
whenever headlights
went down the street, only to be followed by a car which would just
drive by, until finally, after a long time of waiting, a car pulled
up. And a door opened. She would get her chance.
