I don't own anything blah blah blah... If you think I've stolen this from you e-mail me. And I know I made Agatha sound like a heartless beast but that could not be helped...
Note: I tried to edit this one as well, but this one needed more work. Gah, how was I ever able to write anything this bad?
LIKE A LITTLE NIGHTINGALE
Chapter 1
The whole hall was lighten up by beautiful lamps. People in the hall were sitting and listening how a young boy, dressed in a black suit, sang. The people were rich people, women had lots of expensive rings and other jewelry. Men were broad like peacocks and in the interval they went and talked about lofty subjects.
If someone who served those people had seen them there he or she would have been amazed by the fact that they were actually listening to someone from a poor family. But if he or she had staid and listened he or she would have understood. The boy sang like an angle.
When the concert ended one of the women turned right to talk to the woman next to her.
"Your son is very talented and I think all of my friends are thinking the same way. Maybe we could talk about that title of baroness," The other woman smiled. Everything was going like she had planned.
At the same time, in the backstage, the star of the night was changing clothes.
"You did it again!" a young female voice shouted behind some old junk. The boy heard that, lifted his glance and saw his little sister Emily who had run away from dad again. The boy grinned happily because of his sister's words and folded his clothes into a special bag. He knew that his mother would be really pissed of if his expensive suit got dirty. Then he dressed up in his own clothes; a grey T-shirt and black trousers. He touched his green hair lightly and looked at his sister with his brown eyes.
"Let's find dad so you don't get any trouble," he said and took Emily's hand in his own.
The woman waited in the lobby until she was sure that everybody except her family was gone. Her pride would not hold it if someone saw her husband's old car. She took a look outside and sighed. They were alone.
Everybody in the family knew about this situation so nobody asked why they always stayed. The woman waited until her family came to her from the backstage. Emily was jumping ahead her purple pigtails swinging. After her came the kids' father, Jeff, and the woman's little pride; her son Butch.
"He charmed them again Agatha," Jeff said and helped his wife to take her jacket. Agatha touched lightly the cheek of his son.
"My little nugget!" she laughed. Butch was thinking. Mom seemed to be happy tonight. Maybe it was worth of it to try...
"Mom, can I have a pokémon?" he asked nervously and waited for the answer.
Agatha stiffened. She knew how young boys always wanted to become trainers, but she had thought that Butch was above things like that. He will not become trainer, Agatha thought. She would take care about that! If Butch's dream came true he would leave his home and stop singing and then Agatha's own dreams would be broken.
"Don't be silly! How can you even think about leaving Emily like that?" Agatha hissed. Butch sighed. He should have known...
Butch was eleven already, but he didn't remember had he done anything cool except sang. Of course it was important because his usually so angry mother turned into a happy woman every time he had a concert but at the same time she wanted more and more. Butch knew that his singing was important to mom, but he had no idea why. He wanted to keep his mother happy so he tried his best and studied music every day. But he had a secret, he wanted to become a pokémontrainer. He didn't want to sing the rest of his life. But he had to think about Emily, who would become sad if he even mentioned leaving. Butch sighed quietly. He felt like a trapped animal.
Agatha gnashed her teeth. She should do something to this but what?
Butch ran downstairs and caught a biscuit from a kitchen table.
"I'm going to the park!" he said and ran out of the door. The sun was shining brightly from the blue sky. Birds were singing in the trees and Butch felt it was going to be a great day. His steps were light and he kept a good speed so he wouldn't be late.
The park was a place where all the youngsters of Celadon gathered around. There the younger ones could have a plenty of time to watch older ones' pokémon and badges. Butch had heard that many trainers who had left last year had come back to show their pokémon. He wished there would at least one Drowzee.
When he arrived to the park almost everybody was there already.
"Have I missed anything?" Butch whispered to his best friend Stevie. Stevie shook his head and answered:
"They haven't showed us anything yet. They should hurry!"
Butch smiled, he knew how impatient his friend was.
They had been best friends since they were little and they knew they could always trust each other.
Butch watched interested as a few trainers leaned against a tree and joked about some inside thing.
That day was, at the same time, the most happiest and saddest one in Butch's life. He admired the pokémon he saw and was one of the lucky ones who could ride a Rapidash and stroke a Jolteon. First time in ages he felt he was happy and relaxed. When the sun started to go down all the trainers called their loyal pokémon back and left the park. Butch sighed quietly, he knew he was not going to see pokémon in a while.
But the day was totally ruined when he was walking home with Stevie. They were both quiet and thought about what they had heard and seen. Suddenly Stevie thought aloud:
"Next week they are going to give us new starting pokémon. I've already asked my parents and I thought we could go together," Stevie then gave a questioning look to his friend and waited for an answer. Butch felt how his good mood flew away.
"Umm... well... I'll think about it," he said and turned away. Stevie shrugged. He felt something was wrong.
They were separated when they came to Butch's home and promised they would meet next day in a school.
"Where were you all day?" his mother demanded immediately when he came in. Butch faced his mother's eyes.
"I was in the park watching pokémon with my friends," Agatha wrinkled her forehead.
"You know you should have been studying music. You remember you have a concert next week, do you?" Butch stared his mother bitterly. It would be useless to even try to change her mind in this matter. Butch knew she wished him a singing career, but didn't she understand that he was not interested. I wish my voice was terrible, Butch thought and went upstairs.
Agatha sank on an armchair. Now she knew where boy's stupid ideas were coming from. He spent too much time with his friends and those disgusting pokémon creatures. It was going to end soon, Agatha was sure of it. Butch wouldn't leave the house on his free time anymore.
Next day Butch was forced to go to school with other kids. He didn't like it, but he tried his best, since he couldn't be a good trainer if he failed in every course.
The school was a white brick house which had yellow spotted curtains in every window.
"They say they have brought new pokémon in game corner. I heard that there is a Porygon! Lets go and see it!" Stevie suggested as they were walking home. Butch nodded eyes sparkling. It would be fun!
"You can come and take me from our place," he said and turned home. Stevie waved and left too.
Butch opened the door in his room and threw his school bag on his bed. He knew he had enough time to do his homework before Stevie arrived. He opened his bag and took his French book. He sat on his chair and tried his best to learn even something. He was so concentrated that he didn't hear when somebody locked his door.
Stevie was going to get mad. He had ringed the doorbell a few timed already and nobody had come to open the door. He searched for a moment and saw that the garage door was open and there was a rusty car. So they are at home, he thought. But why wasn't Butch coming? Didn't he want to come after all? he asked himself and felt a prick in his heart. He hit the door with his fist and shouted somebody to come. At last the door opened and Agatha stuck her nose out.
"What do you want?" she asked with a tight voice. Stevie swallowed.
"I'm looking for Butch... Is he home?" Agatha slit her eyes.
"Yes, he is home, but he won't be coming! And I think it would be better if you don't come to meet him again." With that she closed the door. It slammed heavily and then everything was quiet. For a while, Stevie stared at the house and could not believe his ears. Then, like in a slow down movie he turned around and started to walk away. Butch was looking at all this from the window. He was too shocked to even shout. This couldn't be true!
Stevie ran all the way to his home. Butch was such a coward! He didn't have enough guts to end the friendship himself, he had put his mother to do it!
Agatha smiled. Now nothing would stop Butch from practicing.
Stevie avoided Butch in the school next day. Butch tried to speak with him personally, but Stevie was always in places where were lots of people around. When the day ended Butch still hadn't talked with him. He saw his mom, who had come to drive him home and he saw Stevie, who was clearly trying to avoid him and he gave up sighing.
"Why wasn't Stevie with you?" Agatha asked and smiled innocently. Butch didn't speak, he just stared out of the window and watched how Stevie was joking with other boys.
"Guess what?" Agatha asked and rushed to the kitchen holding a brown envelope.
"What?" Jeff asked and spread jam on his toast.
"Butch is going to sing in Saffron!" Agatha cheered and hugged her son, who accidentally spilled his orange juice.
"Saffron? Why?" Butch asked, not sounding very interested.
"My friends have told about you to their friends there and they want to hear you too! This is going to be so good! We'll be leaving tomorrow morning," Agatha said happily and closed her eyes imaging how Butch would sing in the big city. Jeff jumped up, hugged his wife and lifted a laughing Emily on his shoulders. Emily's eyes sparkled, she had never before slept outside of Celadon. Butch just stared his family. It was weird, but he, the one who should be in a state of ecstasy, was not interested at all.
Butch sat in their car watching how his family tried to pack themselves in. His mom was carrying heavy luggage and asked her husband to help. Emily was jumping around giggling like a maniac and holding her doll. Butch though, had only one small suitcase and it wasn't even full. He stared blankly at his reflection from the wing mirror. He hadn't slept well last night and the black circles under his eyes proved that. Luckily the concert was only on the day after tomorrow, he would have time so view the city, which was famous for its strong psychic type pokémon. He would even see a Drowzee if he had any luck.
Finally the others gathered themselves and they were ready to leave. It was an early morning, sun had just risen and the ground was wet with dew. Butch lowered his glance and sighed.
Saffron wasn't far away from Celadon, so it didn't take very long to drive there. It took a moment from Jeff to find their hotel since it was his first time in the city. When they finally could get out of the car they were all very relieved about that.
They had reserved two rooms, one for Agatha and Jeff, and another one for Butch and Emily. Emily jumped on her bed and stared the roof. She was so happy! She heard a noise from the door and pushed herself in sitting position. Emily saw Butch, who had opened the door and was already going outside.
"Mom told us not to leave!" she warned. Butch just ignored her.
"She meant you, I'm old enough," After that he left and slammed the door behind him. Emily was left alone in the strange hotel room. She had seen the look on his brother's face and the first time in her life she knew something was wrong. She curled up on her bed and closed her eyes. The trip didn't feel so fun anymore.
To be continued...