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HI this is my second story for summerssevenseas and today my friend thisisajobforsupersoup is gonna read it in….DUN-DA-DA-DUUUM, ASIA. i really hope she likes it. plus if you don't have anything good to say about my story don't say anything at all. it hurts the way people make bad coments. plus IM 11 YEARS OLD GIVE ME A BREAK. I WILL HAUNT YOU ON MY BIRTHDAY IF YOU DONT. besides it is on the day of the dead known by the hispanics. to bad i'm texan… well on with the story but first. cilan may you be a gentlemen and say the declaimer. (Cilan: of course. summerssevenseas does not own pokemon in any way, shape, or form. ) good boy now the song of dreams, the best in the world, will play right now... NOW!

*UPDATED*

Okay, so anyways, I was looking back on this chapter...Yeah, I freaking sucked back then. I am much better now so I fixed it up...A lot.

There it was. Just ahead of Hilda. She was ready for her journey. Well you see. Im Hilda. So you know my name you better not wear it out. Im gonna tell you the story of when I fell in love and I'll tell you it was the perfect day for it to start... not. It was on the day I started my first journey. Well I guess it was kinda perfect. UGH, what am I blabbing about? I should seriously start.

It started on a hot summer day...No! No! Rewind that! It started at a beautiful, warm, spring day. It was when I was 5. I wore a long white dress because it was the day for me to be... A FLOWER GIRL. It was my cousins wedding day. She wore a dress with a leaf like skirt and a white, silk shawl around her waist that was held with a big button, that give it an amazing touch. I swore on the second I threw my first flower pedal that I would find true love.

NOW it is a hot, summer day. I was 14 and I walked in my room to be suprised. A green box with a red bow wrapped around it. A present. My friends were also in my room. (Mew knows how the hell they got in when my door was locked.) They looked at me with excited faces. "Guys? Wait. Whats going on?" I said in complete confusion. They looked at me as if I was a complete idiot. "You should have gotten a message from Prof. Juniper." Okay...Now I thought I WAS A complete idiot. I didn't check my messages! I felt like hitting my head right there and then. Hard.

I looked at my X-tranciever but there where no messages. Was I really an idiot now? Hah! It was Professors fault! She forgot to give me the message!

" HONEY I FORGOT TO TELL YOU THAT THE PHONE DOWN STAIRES HAS A MESSAGE FOR YOU." I take it back.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THAT SOONER." I yelled while blushing.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!" My friends laughed

"What are you guys laughing at" I said while crossing my arms in my chest.

"Your mom." Bianca said, readjusting her hat from her jumpy laugh.

"She sure is the forgetful one is she." Said Cheren, Tilting his smartass glasses like the smartass person he is.

"Whatever" I crunched my hand tightly on my white shirt and black vest-jacket thingy. (Wow, I sound like my classmate Zara. thingy? Wow.)

I walked over to the present, looking behind my vest thing to give a final glare at the smartass Cheren, held the end of my jean shorts eagerly, and read the letter.

Dear Hilda,

Make sure to take great care to what is hidden inside this box. Inside, You will find three pokeballs, which contain three pokemon. Osshawott, Snivy, and Tepig. Since I sent the present to your house, I suggest you pick first. Make sure the pick is fair, so no one fights.

Now, after this, please meet back at my lab. I have important things to tell the three of you children.

Your Friend, Prof. Juniper

I was very excited to get my first Pokemon, of course. My friends looked that way to. I opened the box, not very suprised because in the letter, Prof. Juniper said there was going to be three Pokemon and so, there it was. Three pokeballs just sitting there. Each pokeball had a letter on it. The first one had a T, the last on had a S, and in the middle, an O. Me and my blonde friend Bianca did not understand. Well I did but I wouldn't want to act like smarty pants. But instead of me being a smartass my friend Cheren had to be one, like the smartass he has always been. I was totally pissed the way he looked at us as if we her stupid idiots. "It supposed to stand for the Pokemons name. O for Osshawott, S for Snivy, and T for Tepig."

I gave A glare in the shadow of my eyes. He took at least ten steps back. He got the picture, obviously.

I looked into the box then pictured the Pokemon in my head. 'Snivy the beautiful and eligant one, Tepig, the tough handler, and Osshawott, the cute, tough, brave... I like Osshawott. So Osshawott I choose you.' I reached my hand in the box and picked up the pokeball with the letter O on it. My first Pokemon. I am so excited.

Bianca then reached herhand in the box. She chose Tepig, and I thought that really matched her personality, because she was energetic and tough. She was jumping for joy until Cheren got his smartass in and said " Hey! Why do you guys get to pick you Pokemon first.*sigh* Oh well. I wanted Snivy anyways."

"...Ass..." I muttered, not audible enough for anyone to hear.

Its finally come. The day I become a Pokemon trainer. I never thought this day would come. Really, because Cheren was always a Smartass, telling me and Bianca that we had only a two percent chance of actually getting a pokemon. I sometimes hate him, but he can sometimes be comforting. Today, is just not the day.

Well thats the end of chapter 1. Now for the sneek peek of chapter 2.

'He just looked at me. He was just staring. Why would someone like him like me? Oh no.'

There you have it. Now I am very sorry Cilan that i'm going to torture you in the next chapter but please forgive me.

Cilan: I frogive you.

Thank you. Now can you go make Hilda some cookies. She isn't looking so well. Plus... I don't know how to bake cookies.

Cilan: okay *looks at hilda in depression corner* of course i would have made her cookies even if you didn't ask. *goes to make cookies*

He is such a nice boy...or man... I think he is 14 right.

*Cilan comes back.* Cilan: I just turned 15.

Oh, sorry Cilan.

Cilan: It is perfectly okay.