This here is a remake of some sort. I know the original was terrible but now I did this and hopefully it will motivate me to finally continue.
It was a usual day for our young hero. He walked down the dirt road leading past some brick houses. Yeah, a somewhat normal day. All calm and peaceful. Birds were singing in the trees, here and few clouds covering the cyan sky. As he went along the path it so happened that a thought crossed our heros mind. This day was way too usual.
It was his birthday after all. His 16th birthday to be exact. No one had congratulated him today. Nobody had even mentioned it. He shrugged it off, guessing it wasn't that important to anyone. Just a few steps later, he saw his house approaching in the distance. He caught a glimpse of the red tiled roof he saw every afternoon on his way home. He stopped and looked at the old building for a second. He stared through the glass door. Even if it was quite dark out here, there were no lights on inside. He also didn't hear a single sound. His mom wasn't at home... again. With a sigh, he walked through the front yard and went up to the door. He pulled the doorknob. As he realised the door didn't move an inch he reached into his pocket. No, it wasn't there. He searched through his entire jacket. It wasn't there either. Frustrated, he leaned his head against the door, no key, no mom to let him in. He would just have to wait here until... He suddenly heared a dripping sound.
Hu, what was that. He looked at the floor. Another noise. Drops of water landed on the dry earth and formed a dark spot. The next drop landed directly on the tip of his nose. Uh shit. He quickly looked around as the rain got denser. Sudden meowing sounds in the distance caught his attention. He took a peek around the corner of his house. There he saw that the backdoor open, squeaking as it shut itslef again. He headed towards the door, slamming it open to slip through it before closing it quickly.
At the other side of the door he looked around. It was hard to see anything so he slid his hand along the wall to his left till he found the lightswich. As he pressed it, he was pretty surprised to find himself in a room full of dusty shelfs and boxes filled with old stuff. He was definitely in the chellar. Suddenly, the meowing from before started. He scanned to room until he discovered a dark figure sitting on the widowsill watching him from behind a curtain. He smiled at the dark cat. Moonshine, he used to call her. He had no idea how the stray animal always managed to sneak into his house. He obsevered the room further as he began to walk forwarts. It was very interesting. He spotted a lot of pretty old stuff which was laying in those boxes for an eternity. At least they looked like it. Books, old gaming consoles, pictures by an unknown artist, expensive looking jewelery. He wondered how much money all of this was worth. Looking around interested, he didn't notice the heavy box standing in front of him.
As he saw it he had already tripped and landed nose first on the floor. Confused, he looked at his feet. The the box was burried underneath them. He stood back up and studied it till he made out a silverish plastic card and a red square shaped gaming console between all the the unused wires and swiches. That weren't really the things he thought they were, were they. He picked them up. They were indeed what he suspected them to be. The gameboy colour and a copy of pokemon silver. He hadn't played that game since he was eleven. He liked pokemon a lot. It was his favourite game back then. He hadn't even played the famous Zelda games as much. Red/blue/green/yellow and gold/silver were his favourite editions. The first generation was just really popular, he thought it must've been everyones favourite at the time and the second generation had this amazing new pokemon and features. When he said features he might have ment the fight against Red. Also, the manga was pretty interesting, he wondered if he still had it laying around somewhere here in the chellar.
With a soft smile on his face, he climbed up the stairs with the gameboy and the cartridge in his hands. He went through the door wich lead directly into the living room where he took a seat and put the object on the table. Moonshine followed him into the room, where she elegantly jumped onto a shelf. Sitting down, she shortly sniffed on the family picture before she faced him again.
This family picture felt very awkward for him for as long as it stood there. There wasn't really anything special about it. It just seemed incomplete to him. He shook it off and put the copy of pokemon silver into the gameboy. Like always, the gamefreak logo appeared and the introduction began. Through the window he saw that the rain was even heavier now. It was a real storm out there. Rolling thunder halled through the monotonous sound of falling raindrops. The electricity went on and off as a lightning twiched through the dark clouds. He, still engaged in the game, didn't notice the flickering lights. Then, a lighting struck the red tiled roof. This time, the light went off and remained this way.