Disclaimer: I wish I owned Pokemon.

Please PM me some outfits/dresses as I hate that sort of thing but you will kill me it I write : she wore a pretty, light pink dress to the social.

4 years later

Leaf's POV

I am mere inches away from reaching my goal and the end is in sight. I am battling Red, the reigning champion. We are both down to our last pokemon. The elite four was difficult to defeat, especially Lance. But I vowed to my dad I would fufill the dreams he never achieved. I must keep my eyes on the battlefield, I have come so far, I cannot lose.

"Go Mewtwo!" I grit my teeth. I had forgotten Red had a Mewtwo. But I was going to overcome the odds and win.

"Eevee, you're up!"

"Vee!"I was worried. His Mega Charizard X had defeated my Mega Garchomp, my most powerful pokemon. And Mewtwo was obviously his most poweful Pokemon. But I couldn't lose.

"Mewtwo evolve!"

"Eevee, use Extreme Speed!" Mewtwo's Defense was relatively weak, compared to it's Special Defense so I was hoping to throw the purple, genetic pokemon off it's feet with a fast physical attack while it was still evolving. Red and Mewtwo were obviously expecting this though so Mega Mewtwo X countered it immediately with Physic

"Veeeeee!"

"Mega Mewtwo X use Psystrike!" I panicked. Psystrike was Mewtwo's most powerful move.

"Eevee, dodge it !" My already weakened Eevee couldn't move fast enough and took the full brunt of the hit.

"Veeeeeeeeee!"

"Eevee!" I cried. My Eevee was out cold, and I had no pokemon left. I had lost. I ran out onto the battlefield and cradled my pokemon in my arms.

"You did your best Eevee. Now return!" I looked up to Red, my face emotionless. "Good match. This time, you win. Next time, you won't." And I hurried off to the Pokemon centre so he wouldn't see my tears. As soon as I was out of the arena I broke down. "Dad, I have failed you." I sobbed bitterly. "But I won't give up." I lifted my head up. "I will win." A mail boy approaches me.

"You are Leaf, right?"

"That would be me." I tell the kid with a smile. He hands me an official looking letter.

"This is for you."

"Who is it from?" I asked curiously. He shrugged.

"No idea. I'm just the messenger boy." I thank him and he leaves. I turn it over in my hands. Then curiosity gets the better of me and I rip it open.

Dawn's POV

Zoey is powerful. This will be hard. But I can't lose this battle. I'm doing this for my mum. No need to worry, right?

"Pip, pip, piiiiiiippppp!" My starter Pokemon squeals. Oops, I'm squeezing too hard. Then I hear:

" This is the battle you've all been waiting for! Introducing our two finalists! On the red side we have... Zoey Coodinate from Snowpoint City! And on the blue side we have... Dawn Berlitz, daughter of the late Johanna Berlitz from Twinleaf Town!" That's my cue. I run out and wave at the audience.

"Now let the battle begin!"

"Gooo Glameow!" So she's going with Glameow. No surprise there. It's her favorite Pokemon so she obviously would choose it for the most important battle of her career.

"Spotlight, Piplup! Now Piplup, Bubble Beam!"

"Pip lup lup lup!" My Pokemon sends out a string of gorgeous bubbles. Zoey remains completely calm.

"Glameow, use Iron Tail!" Her Pokemon destroys the bubbles with it's tail, sending down a shower of entrancing sparkles. My points go down by an eighth. This is not good.

"Piplup, use Water Gun! "

"Glameow, counter with Shadow Claw!" We keep on attacking, both of us giving it our all. Then we hear:

"Time's up!" I am too afraid to look. Then finally I muster up the courage to glance at the scoreboard. At first it appears it is a tie. But then I see my score is a fraction smaller than Zoey's. I don't believe it. I refuse to believe it. But Zoey's face wass now flashing on the screen with winner over it in big block letters. I ran out of the arena and sat in the Pokemon centre crying. A messenger girl tapped me on the shoulder.

"Are you Dawn?" she asked.

"Yeah," I say.

"This letter is yours." A official letter is placed in my hands. Then she ran off before I can thank her. I slowly opened the letter.

Misty's POV

It is the gym leader festival and each gym leader is randomly given another gym leader to battle. I have Wallace, another water type gym leader. Perfect! I can prove I am the best water type gym leader as Wallace bet Crasher Wake last year.

"Go Milotic!"

"Go Gyrados! Mega evolve!"

"Use Water Pulse!"

"Counter with Dark Pulse!" Not many people know that Gyrados earns Dark type when it evolves. But I am inexperienced in using dark type so water pulse overpowered dark pulse.

"Mega Gyrados, Hydro Pump!"

"Right back at you!" The two water Pokemon shoot water out of their mouths at full power. BOOM! Then explosion would have injured both Pokemon. The question is are any still standing and if yes, which Pokemon? The smoke clears. Wallace's Milotic can still battle. My Gyrados however, cannot.

"You tried your hardest Gyrados, well done." I turn to Wallace and my expression hardens. He looks nervous.

"Ummm, no hard feelings, right?" he asks. I sigh. Who am I kidding. It's not Wallace's fault I lost. He just tried his best to win.

"No hard feelings." I mutter. Then Chuck comes running up to me.

"You've got a letter!" he yells. I sigh and take it. I hesitate and then open it in front of everyone.

May's POV

Ever since Max decided to go with Alisha, I've been rather lonely by myself. So the crowded arena for the finals of the Grand Festival is a very different atmosphere. I am versing Harley. That cheating scum. He probably CHEATED his way into the finals. And I swear he is not straight. The microphone crackles and I clench my Blazekin's pokeball. I'm up. But the announcement is very different from what I expected. Instead…

"At the front desk we have had a peculiar dilemma. Of of the blue, May forfeited the match! So the winner of this year's Grand Festival is Harley!" I can't believe my ears. How in the world had Harley convinced the receptionist that I forfeited? On second thoughts, he is a master cheater. Wrangling the receptionist's puny brain would be easy peasy for him. I storm over to the desk and try to rewrangle the lady's head. But instead…

"I'm sorry if you changed your mind but the results have already been broadcasted all over the region." she nattered away in her annoying voice.

"I never forfeited anyway in the first place!" I fumed.

"Yes you did, exactly 7 minutes ago. I saw and heard you with my own eyes. You said and I quote, 'I am too scared to compete in the finals. I'm scared I'll muck up. I'm forfeiting the match. Harley can win, I don't care."

I angrily stomped away and bumped into... The Champion Cheater himself! I was all I could do, to not punch the satisfied smirk of his face.

"Hello Champion." I spat, my voice full of contempt.

"Hello, scaredy cat." he replied.

"You did something and you know it."

"Unless you can prove it, I'm still champion!" I growled and ran away. And bumped into a postman. As he tried to pick up all his lettersI spotted on with my name. I picked it up and went to find a solitary spot to read it.(Sorry Harley fans, but I hate him)