Real Life: Digimon!
Part One: A Tamer Delayed
It was the time he had been waiting for for two whole years. He was finally on holiday once again. Mark awoke to his first morning at the holiday park, and headed for the bathroom. He stood in front of the sink and stared aimlessly into the mirror, and saw himself staring back. He wasn't quite sure how, but his black hair still managed to stay messy, even though he only got it cut a few weeks ago.
After brushing his teeth, he went into the living room area (he and his family were staying in a large caravan, so the kitchen and living room were sort of one place) and removed his D-3 Digivice from his left pocket. After shaking it a little, to build up energy in the game, he laid it down on the dining table, turned on the TV, and sat down on the sofa.
This was the one part of the holiday that he didn't totally enjoy - the early mornings. Ever since he was young, Mark always woke up unusually early- instead of his parents waking HIM up to go to school, HE woke them up.
"Oh well, I may as well go and play on my Game Boy." Mark though. But, just as he was going to head back to his room to go and get his Game Boy Advance, he stopped dead in his tracks. He heard the familiar Digimon theme tune playing in the background, and spun his head round to see a commercial. "It's the new Digivice!! The D-Power!!!"- He ran straight back to the bedroom. "Paul! Paul! Wake up!!! It's the new Digivice!! It's finally in this country!!!" Half asleep and confused, Marks younger brother stumbled to his feet. "Wha.?" "The D-Power! The series 3 Digivice!!!"
For the rest of the holiday, something just didn't seem right. For the first time ever, he WANTED to go home, to get the D-Power. But at the same time, he wanted this holiday to last as long as possible- after all, it was the first decent holiday he'd had in two years. That commercial ruined the holiday, because the remaining six days just shot past, and the entire family seemed somewhat dissatisfied at the end of it all, which was a first.
On the final day, the family were packing to go home, and Mark was already frantically making plans of how to obtain his D-Power in the quickest way possible. After all the bags were loaded onto the car, they set off for the three-hour drive back home- another part of the holiday Mark couldn't stand. He was either puking his guts up, or, if he was fortunate enough to have travel sickness pills, falling asleep. Luckily for Mark, he did the latter for most of the trip, and as soon as they got back, it was time for him to go get his D-Power! This was the moment that, sadly, he had been waiting for all week!
After he'd had a quick drink, he headed out to his local Argos store. After a short walk, he found himself running through the doors of the shop frantically flicking through the catalogue- he wasn't exactly a patient person. He almost instantly found the D-Power, and scribbled the catalogue number down on the order form before dashing over to the checkout to queue up. All of a sudden, his entire holiday blew up in his face. The next two words he heard made the fact that he had waited away his holiday a total waste: Sold Out.
Not being patient, Mark didn't take this well. -But wait- there was still a little hope! "If you'd like, I can check to see which other branches might have them in stock."
"That'd be great!" Mark was glad that it wasn't totally hopeless. "Let's see, the next nearest branch that has any in stock is.. Bexleyheath, with 4 in stock. Shall I reserve one for you?" "Umm.." This was a problem. Mark had no idea where Bexleyheath was, and to make matters worse, he was totally useless at using public transport. He wasn't even going to bother asking his dad to take him there- if something had anything to do with spending money (that was non-beneficial to him, of course) then his dad looked the other way. "No, it's OK. Don't bother saving one."
Mark dragged home, miserable and depressed. Now what was he going to do? Looks like he'd just have to wait until they got some more in stock. .No! Why should he! He was going to get a D-Power, and it was going to be today! Mark dashed through the door, back into his house. "Dad, can you drive me up to Bexleyheath? Please? It's important." "How much is it going to cost me?" "Look, if I don't get one now, I don't know WHEN I'll be able to get one." "No, I've got too much work to do." "Please! If you drive me up there, I won't ask for anything else this summer!" "How many times have I fallen for that one?" "But I mean it this time!" "That's what you say EVERY time!" "PLEASE! This is really important! And I really, REALLY mean my promise this time!" "If I take you, will you shut up?!" "Deal!"
A few minutes later, they set off in the car. Neither one of them said a word. After several minutes, Mark's dad put the radio on to break the silence. It had to be the news channel, didn't it? Anyway, around half an hour later, they arrived at Bexleyheath. And about ten minutes after that, they found a parking space!
Mark's dad waited outside while he went in. Mark had already got the catalogue number ready this time, so he could jump straight into the queue. Lucky for him he did, because the queue put Disneyland to shame! After a long wait, he finally handed his slip to the man behind the checkout. "That's the D-Power Digvice you want?" "Mm-hm." "That'll be £12.45, please!" Mark handed over the money. "OK, you're order number 19, collection point A. After a long while ("I'm sure 19 comes before 35.") , the D-Power finally appeared on the shelf, and was promptly handed to Mark. It was silver, with blue buttons and a blue ring around the screen. "Blue..." His favourite colour. This was no accident. Out of the three colours, he got blue. He didn't even have to ask them to go and get another colour- and for Argos, THAT was a first. No, this was no accident. This was destiny.
To be continued very soon- this just seemed like a good point to end it. I know there isn't really any Digimon stuff in this story yet, but that'll emerge in the next part or two.
It was the time he had been waiting for for two whole years. He was finally on holiday once again. Mark awoke to his first morning at the holiday park, and headed for the bathroom. He stood in front of the sink and stared aimlessly into the mirror, and saw himself staring back. He wasn't quite sure how, but his black hair still managed to stay messy, even though he only got it cut a few weeks ago.
After brushing his teeth, he went into the living room area (he and his family were staying in a large caravan, so the kitchen and living room were sort of one place) and removed his D-3 Digivice from his left pocket. After shaking it a little, to build up energy in the game, he laid it down on the dining table, turned on the TV, and sat down on the sofa.
This was the one part of the holiday that he didn't totally enjoy - the early mornings. Ever since he was young, Mark always woke up unusually early- instead of his parents waking HIM up to go to school, HE woke them up.
"Oh well, I may as well go and play on my Game Boy." Mark though. But, just as he was going to head back to his room to go and get his Game Boy Advance, he stopped dead in his tracks. He heard the familiar Digimon theme tune playing in the background, and spun his head round to see a commercial. "It's the new Digivice!! The D-Power!!!"- He ran straight back to the bedroom. "Paul! Paul! Wake up!!! It's the new Digivice!! It's finally in this country!!!" Half asleep and confused, Marks younger brother stumbled to his feet. "Wha.?" "The D-Power! The series 3 Digivice!!!"
For the rest of the holiday, something just didn't seem right. For the first time ever, he WANTED to go home, to get the D-Power. But at the same time, he wanted this holiday to last as long as possible- after all, it was the first decent holiday he'd had in two years. That commercial ruined the holiday, because the remaining six days just shot past, and the entire family seemed somewhat dissatisfied at the end of it all, which was a first.
On the final day, the family were packing to go home, and Mark was already frantically making plans of how to obtain his D-Power in the quickest way possible. After all the bags were loaded onto the car, they set off for the three-hour drive back home- another part of the holiday Mark couldn't stand. He was either puking his guts up, or, if he was fortunate enough to have travel sickness pills, falling asleep. Luckily for Mark, he did the latter for most of the trip, and as soon as they got back, it was time for him to go get his D-Power! This was the moment that, sadly, he had been waiting for all week!
After he'd had a quick drink, he headed out to his local Argos store. After a short walk, he found himself running through the doors of the shop frantically flicking through the catalogue- he wasn't exactly a patient person. He almost instantly found the D-Power, and scribbled the catalogue number down on the order form before dashing over to the checkout to queue up. All of a sudden, his entire holiday blew up in his face. The next two words he heard made the fact that he had waited away his holiday a total waste: Sold Out.
Not being patient, Mark didn't take this well. -But wait- there was still a little hope! "If you'd like, I can check to see which other branches might have them in stock."
"That'd be great!" Mark was glad that it wasn't totally hopeless. "Let's see, the next nearest branch that has any in stock is.. Bexleyheath, with 4 in stock. Shall I reserve one for you?" "Umm.." This was a problem. Mark had no idea where Bexleyheath was, and to make matters worse, he was totally useless at using public transport. He wasn't even going to bother asking his dad to take him there- if something had anything to do with spending money (that was non-beneficial to him, of course) then his dad looked the other way. "No, it's OK. Don't bother saving one."
Mark dragged home, miserable and depressed. Now what was he going to do? Looks like he'd just have to wait until they got some more in stock. .No! Why should he! He was going to get a D-Power, and it was going to be today! Mark dashed through the door, back into his house. "Dad, can you drive me up to Bexleyheath? Please? It's important." "How much is it going to cost me?" "Look, if I don't get one now, I don't know WHEN I'll be able to get one." "No, I've got too much work to do." "Please! If you drive me up there, I won't ask for anything else this summer!" "How many times have I fallen for that one?" "But I mean it this time!" "That's what you say EVERY time!" "PLEASE! This is really important! And I really, REALLY mean my promise this time!" "If I take you, will you shut up?!" "Deal!"
A few minutes later, they set off in the car. Neither one of them said a word. After several minutes, Mark's dad put the radio on to break the silence. It had to be the news channel, didn't it? Anyway, around half an hour later, they arrived at Bexleyheath. And about ten minutes after that, they found a parking space!
Mark's dad waited outside while he went in. Mark had already got the catalogue number ready this time, so he could jump straight into the queue. Lucky for him he did, because the queue put Disneyland to shame! After a long wait, he finally handed his slip to the man behind the checkout. "That's the D-Power Digvice you want?" "Mm-hm." "That'll be £12.45, please!" Mark handed over the money. "OK, you're order number 19, collection point A. After a long while ("I'm sure 19 comes before 35.") , the D-Power finally appeared on the shelf, and was promptly handed to Mark. It was silver, with blue buttons and a blue ring around the screen. "Blue..." His favourite colour. This was no accident. Out of the three colours, he got blue. He didn't even have to ask them to go and get another colour- and for Argos, THAT was a first. No, this was no accident. This was destiny.
To be continued very soon- this just seemed like a good point to end it. I know there isn't really any Digimon stuff in this story yet, but that'll emerge in the next part or two.