Note: Okay, so I just want to point out that I really, really, really do love all the Pokemon anime characters and their relationships together, but I'm kind of voiding them right now for this story, so they're going to have to get to know each other all over again… Disclaimer:
That's me. Misty Waterflower, Water Pokemon trainer and official Cerulean City gym leader. Soon to be Water Pokemon master. But that's beside the point.
So, there I was, flipping through the mail when, all of a sudden, I came across a letter that shocked me to my core and made me jump up from my seat, staring at the incriminating piece of paper wide eyed.
Well, it wasn't that shocking I guess. I mean, where else would I find a piece of mail if not with other pieces of mail? If I found it in, like, the toilet, then I can be shocked. But, I digress.
Back to the mysterious letter. Which will not be as mysterious now because I am going to tell you about it. "Oak Academy," it said in the top left hand corner. This was the response to my application to Oak Academy, the most prestigious high school for Pokémon trainers.
I like to think about myself as a tomboy. Not that there's anything wrong with being a girly girl, like my sisters are, it's just who I am. Therefore, I really, really, really, dislike saying that I squealed. But, unfortunately, there's no better word for it.
"Daisy, Daisy, Daisy," I squealed, running up to my older sister's room.
"Like, what, what, what?" she asked, looking slightly annoyed. Then, she caught sight of the envelope and leaped up, saying, "Did you open it?"
See, I've always kind of resented my sisters. First of all, they were all much closer in age, so they were, naturally, much closer. Also, they were also much older than me. I was the baby, and they never failed to treat me as such. I looked up to them and, in turn, they looked down on me.
The only thing I had over them was Pokemon training. To put it bluntly, they were crap at Pokemon training. So, as soon as I could, I became the gym leader. I would teach my sisters about training, and they would have to learn from me. It was part of the reason I loved Pokemon so much.
However, as we all grew in age, we grew closer to each other and, in fact, Daisy worked closely with me when I was applying for Oak Academy. Which is why I'm showing her my letter. Yeah.
Anyways, back to the story. My sister had just asked if I had opened the envelope.
I shook my head. "I wanted to open it with you," I smiled at her.
She smiled warmly back at me. "Oh, that's like, sooooo sweet!" She jumped up, clapping her hands eagerly, "Okay, open it, open it, open it!"
Yeah, the most annoying things about my sisters: their valley girl way of speaking. But, you know, you can't get everything you want. Unfortunately.
Anyways, I tore the envelope apart and pulled out the letters. I impatiently threw aside the papers detailing directions to get there and recommended packing materials, and grabbed the main letter.
In retrospect, getting papers detailing directions to get there and recommended packing materials should have been indication enough of my acceptance. Whatever.
Anyways, I was accepted, which shouldn't have been a big deal for me. I mean, I am the awesome Misty Waterflower, Water pokemon trainer and official Cerulean city gym leader, soon to be- whatever. But I was beyond elated.
"I got it!" I screamed, jumping up and down, waving the piece of paper in the air. Daisy ran forward to give me a hug and we jumped up and down together, screaming as one.
Because we are more than we are we are one. Just like Simba says. And Simba is never wrong.
Now, I did say I have three sisters, right? So that means Daisy, and two more. Who make their appearance now.
"Like, what happened?" An irritated voice cut in. A mysterious voice from nowhere.
A not-so-mysterious voice from my sister Violet, who had just entered the room, followed by my other sister Lily.
I know what you're thinking, flower names, right? And my mom's name was Rose. So that makes Rose, Daisy, Lily, Violet, and… Misty. I wonder.
"Misty got into Oak academy! Daisy announced proudly, snatching the letter from my hand and waving it proudly in front of my sister's faces.
As much as I disapprove of snatching things, I decided to let it slide this one time.
"Oh, Misty, that's like, soooo great!" Lily said, tossing her pink hair casually."
"Yeah, we're like soooo happy for you!" Violet declared.
"But, like, you can't go of course," Lily added.
I stared at her in shock before Violet nodded in agreement, saying, "Like, of course not." Then, I stared at Violet in shock.
I stared in shock for a while. Then, when that seemed to have no effect on my sisters, I got angry. Really angry.
That's one thing you should know about me. That's one thing everyone should know about me. I mean, we should probably go laser this in on the moon so that everyone could read this before they sleep. MISTY HAS SERIOUS ANGER ISSUES. YOU REALLY DO NOT WANT TO MAKE HER ANGRY.
"And, why the hell not?" I demanded.
"Because, you're like the gym leader," Violet said nonchalantly. Damn. I guess they're kind of used to my anger.
"And, like, without a gym leader, we, like, don't have a gym," Lily finished.
And they were completely right. I am the best Pokemon trainer they have, and, if I leave, the gym could lose its gym title. I mean, what kind of gym doesn't have a gym leader. And I have a duty to my gym. Because I am Misty Waterflower, Water Pokemon trainer and official Cerulean-
"I can, like, do it," Daisy said, cutting off my thought process. Not that I mind. I need someone to do that every once in a while. Daisy continued, "Well, yeah! We all know that those two, like, totally don't want to, like, run the gym. And I've, like, been taking battling lessons from Misty, like, all the time!"
That's me, Misty Waterflower, Water Pokemon trainer, official Cerulean city gym leader, and freaking awesome battling instructor. Wait, they're all looking at me. I should say something.
"Um, yeah," I managed, "That's true! And you've gotten pretty good," I smiled at Daisy.
"Aww, like, thanks Mist," Daisy grinned, "So, I'll, like, do it."
"DON'T CALL ME MIST!" I burst, before smiling and saying, "Thanks Daisy!"
"Well, that, like settles it then," Violet says, looking at Lily, "I, like, trust Misty'll send the emails to, like, the League and stuff."
Lily nodded, "In the meantime, Misty," she told me, smiling mischievously, "We've, like, GOT to help you pack. There, like, might be some super cute boys there and we can't have you ruining our Sensational Sister's image by wearing your boring clothes!" And with that, the two ran off in the direction of my room, followed closely by Daisy.
I groaned and followed them reluctantly, hoping to God that they don't force me to pack too many dresses.
MISTY'S POV
"Okay, so you're, like, all packed?" Daisy asked me anxiously as I casually flipped through the Oak Academy brochure again.
"Mm-hm," I answered, "Did you know that Oak Academy has a battle stadium for each major Pokemon type?"
"Do you have, like, your Pokenav?"Daisy asked relentlessly.
"Yup," I nodded nonchalantly.
"Well then," She said sternly, "I expectyou to call us, like, at least five times, like a week, do you hear me Misty? You know, so we know that you haven't, like, died or something."
"Yes, mom," I rolled my eyes at her, smiling.
I stepped onto the train, waving at my sisters and trying to ignore everything they were shouting at me. Unfortunately, I did manage to hear a lot of it.
"Don't stand too close to the train door!"
"Make sure to always wear clean underwear!"
"Don't forget to use protection!"
The last one had me ducking into the train compartment with my cheeks burning, and I found a seat far from the windows and sat down.
The train ride passed rather quickly, and, pretty soon, I found myself at the stop for Oak Academy. The school was around the corner from the train station, and it wasn't that hard to lug my luggage over there.
Now, I'm telling you, I must have read that Oak Academy brochure at least twenty-five times. And there were about thirty five pictures of the school. But it was nothing compared to seeing it firsthand. It was a large, British type boarding school, tall and elegant, that reminded me of Hogwarts. I felt really small walking up to it, struggling with my luggage, walking into the office building. The receptionist got up in alarm when she saw me.
"Oh, no, sweetie, we have Pokemon who do that," she smiled reassuringly at me before motioning to two Machoke that were there. "You must be Misty, am I right?" she asked. When I nodded, she typed something on her computer and then said, more to the Machoke than to me, "You're in room 4 in the Palkia dormitories. That's for the girls."
The Machoke then sprinted away with my luggage. Before I could even ask where they went, the receptionist continued briskly, giving me a small plastic card, saying, This functions as your key and ID card. You can use it to get food from the cafeteria, and to check out books from the library as well. So don't lose it."
"Yes, ma'am!" I grinned at her before saluting her excitedly and hurrying out of the office. I wonder what she thought of me.
I decided that my first stop would be the girl's dormitories. That way, I could check out my room, as well as ensure that those Machoke properly delivered my luggage.
However, there was a teeeeensy problem. In order to visit the girl's dormitories, I had to know where the girl's dormitories were. Which I didn't.
During my aimless circumnavigation of the school, I ran into these two boys. The one with purple hair and a serious expression completely ignored me as they passed by. The other, however, with spiky brown hair and a playboy smirk, doubled back and sauntered over to me.
"Well, hellllooooo there," he said to me, "Are you new around here?"
"Um, yeah," I said, taken aback, "I'm a transfer student."
"Well, I'm Gary Oak," he said suavely, "And feel free to come to me if you have any questions." He winked.
"Um okay," I said hurriedly, "Where are the girl's dormitories?"
He blinked. "Well, you're standing right in front of them," he pointed to a large brick-red building that was clearly labeled, 'Girl's Dorms'
I blushed, despite myself. "Oh, well, thanks." Moron, my inner critic told me, snickering. I scowled at it. Well, I didn't really scowl. I scowled mentally at it?
Whatever.
"Hey," Gary added, seeing the key in my hand, "You're in room number 4! That's Leaf's room." He paused for a second before saying, "You know, there's a rumor going around that she murdered her last roommate, but they didn't have enough evidence, so the school couldn't expel her. But, if you ask me, you don't need any more evidence than her roommate being hung by a scarf, and Leaf mysteriously losing hers at the same time." He shrugged. "Oh well," he concluded nonchalantly before walking off with the purple haired kid, leaving Misty to stare after them, open mouthed.
What. The. HELL?
Regardless, I am a woman of science, and I walked into my room without worrying one bit that my roommate Leaf would hang me in my sleep. I mean, stab, sure, but hanging, completely out of the question. You're crazy, my tiny sane side said. The rest of my mind quickly squashed it and looked at me innocently. I shook my head and started to unpack. Maybe she'll cut your hand off with a butcher's knife and leave you to bleed to death. Maybe she'll cut off your face. Maybe she'll-
Maybe she'll smother you in your sleep and then draw on you so it looks like a jigglypuff did it.
I was interrupted of my morbid thoughts as someone behind me shouted "ROOMIE!"
I couldn't help it. I screamed. It was the butcher's knife.
Naw it was a short, cute girl with long brown hair, green eyes, and a confused expression. She was decked head to toe in green, so much that it almost looked comical. Standing next to her was a surprised looking boy with dark brown eyes and black hair, hidden under a red hat. He was obviously trying to hold in his laughter.
"Jeez, man, I'm sorry," The girl, who must be Leaf, said, "I guess you're easily startled."
"Maybe she just got a good look at your face, Leaf," The boy said before breaking into laughter.
"Hardeharhar," Leaf grumbled sarcastically.
"No, that's not it," I said, my face heating up again, "It's just, well, I asked this boy for directions here before, and, well, he kind of told me that you, well, I mean, I totally knew it wasn't true-"
"Did he have spiky hair?" Leaf asked suddenly, "And did he try to hit on you?" I nodded.
"That Gary Oak," Leaf snarled, glaring, "What did he say about me?"
"Oh nothing," I said in a high pitched casual voice
-which made me wince inwardly as I noticed how horribly fake it sounded. Note to self, improve fake casual voice-
"Just that you-murdered-your-last-roommate-but-they-didn't-have-the-proof-to-expel-you," I said quickly. Unfortunately for me, they understood me. Leaf's glare intensified and the boy started laughing louder.
"I'm going to KILL him!" she fumed.
"Take it easy, Leaf," The boy cut it, still chuckling, "The chances are slim that you'd get away with murder twice."
Leaf closed her eyes and appeared to calm herself. Which is a very good thing. I would like the avoid the butcher knife scenario at all costs. "I'll give him an earful later," she said, pretty much to herself, before smiling brightly at me. "I'm so sorry about that! Gary's a moron, I'm Leaf Green, and I most certainly did not kill my last roommate. This idiot over here," she pointed at the boy, "is Ash Ketchum, my cousin and, unfortunately, Gary's best friend."
"I'm Misty Waterflower," I said, smiling weakly at them. For both their sakes and mine, I left out my usual introduction tag. You know, the water pokemon trainer, cerulean city blah blah blah. "And I'm so sorry I freaked before. I'm usually more awesome than that."
"No problem," Leaf smiled, and then turned to her cousin, "Ash, leave!"
"But Leafy," he protested, "You said you would-"
"I'll give you the game at lunch, okay?" Leaf said, before successfully pushing her cousin out of the door.
"Bye Misty," he waved at me with a cheeky grin as the door was closed on him. Leaf rolled her eyes and I felt my face heat up.
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