Chapter 2: No way...
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I pressed an ear against my door, waiting until the clicking of my mother's feet slowly faded out. I carefully opened my bedroom door, my face brightening when I saw that she had been stupid enough to leave my backpack that I'd packed out in the hallway in front of my door.
I slung it over my shoulders, nearly Turtwigging in the process of putting it on. I closed the door behind me and set the pack on my bed. Ayako looked devilishly at me as if saying "Oh, oh! You've got a plan!" I smirked and nodded.
I may be a nerdy social outcast in school, but I was an evil genius at heart. I pulled my phone out. "We're taking all of this with us." I grinned, beginning to take pictures of each page of the book. "And we can take new notes with the 'notes' section of the phone." I murmured, feeling accomplished.
I dragged my backpack back into the hall, hoping my mother wouldn't notice that it had been gone. Ayako leapt onto my bed, curling up at the feet of my bed. I smiled, climbing underneath the covers and drifting into slumber.
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BEEP! BEEP! BEEEEEP! "Shut up!" I yelled, slamming my fist into my alarm clock, waking Ayako.
I had never been much of a morning person. Ayako gave a yawn, used to this response that I gave daily. I grabbed my purple hair brush off my nightstand and said in between yawning. "This just in! Investigator Rachel Brooks is-" I was cut off by my door opening.
"Rachel, again?" My mother whined, looking hopelessly at my hair brush.
I choked down my embarrassment. "That wasn't what you thought it was!" I insisted, hastily tucking my brush into the small satchel that my mother had prepared for me.
My mother let out a sigh of disappointment. "Rachel- never mind. Look, Mia and Hugh are heading to meet Professor Juniper's assistant, Bianca, to get their Pokémon. I suggest you meet up with them now." I nodded, my mother's disappointment spearing my heart.
I put the smaller backpack on my shoulders and invited Ayako onto my shoulder. "Bye." I said quietly, my head hung low as I left my house.
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"Ready, girl?" I asked as I climbed up the stone paved path that Bianca was supposed to meet us. "Zor!" Ayako yapped, wagging her tail and giving my cheek a lick.
"Wonder which Pokémon I'm going to end up with? There's Snivy, the grass type… Tepig, the fire type… and then there's Oshawott, the water type." I murmured, becoming lost in thought.
"I know my mother wanted to be the champion of Johto back when she was a kid, but she never did. She only earned six gym badges… Then her Furret died in battle… that ended her battling career. She still has Meganium and her Noctowl and stuff… but losing the first Pokémon she caught really hurt her." I said absentmindedly, recalling the stories she told me.
"I think that's why she wants me to earn the gym badges… she wants me to do what she didn't do. She doesn't approve of my dream of becoming an investigator." I sighed, sticking my hands in my pockets, ignoring my glasses as they slowly slid down the bridge of my nose.
Ayako's tail began to wag, her eyes staring at the top of the slope. I was about to ask what she was looking at, but someone else cut me off.
"Hey, Rachel!" Rosa yelled, waving at me from the top of the slope. A small smile crept onto my face.
"Well now I don't have to live up to my mother's expectations. It's time for me to start living, get out of my room, and follow my dreams." I murmured quietly, quickening my pace towards the girl.
"Hey, Rosa!" I returned her greeting, waving at her. "It's been a while." I smiled, giving her a hug. "Yeah no kidding. I haven't seen since the last day of school." She giggled, her eyes twinkling.
"So which Pokémon are you taking?" I asked. "Probably Oshawott. They're just so cute and innocent looking." She sighed, as if imagining traveling with the Pokémon.
"Who's Hugh taking?"
"He says Snivy's the one he wants."
"Cool. So I guess that leaves me with Tepig?" I asked, absentmindedly picking at my nails.
Rosa shook her head. "Nope. Actually, Hugh's friend just flew in from Kanto so he could journey with Hugh, so he gets Tepig." She said sheepishly.
I did a fist pump in the air. "Yes! Thank you Hugh's friend!" I laughed, scratching Ayako behind her ears. Rosa looked oddly at me.
"You didn't want the Pokémon?" Rosa asked in disbelief.
I nodded. "Ayako's my starter. I don't need another Pokémon! Besides, I like dark types." I shrugged. Ayako stared at the ground at my comment, looking rather conflicted.
"Yeah but- never mind." Rosa said, knowing better than to argue with me.
"So where is Hugh?" I asked, scanning the area.
Rosa shrugged. "He said that he had to pick up his friend from the airport so… maybe the plane was delayed or something?" She suggested.
"Well while they're running late you go ask Bianca for first dibs on Oshawott!" I exclaimed, gesturing to the blond girl as she looked into the distance, marveling at the fantastic view.
Rosa shook her head. "Nah. I already know that Hugh's not going to go for Oshawott, he says it's too girly but I don't think so. And the three of us all talked via the telephone and sorted it all out. Aaron says that he wants Tepig, Hugh wants Snivy, and I want Oshawott. No dibs required." Rosa smiled.
My eyes widened, my heart skipping a beat. No… it can't be THAT Aaron… can it? I haven't seen him since Canalave city. I thought to myself with dread, cracking my knuckles. "Ok." I shrugged, trying not to look as panicked as I really was.
Rosa opened her mouth to say something, only to be beaten.
"ROSA! HEY ROSA!" Hugh's familiar holler rang in my ears.
Rosa cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled, "HEY HUGH! DID YOU GET AARON?!"
"YEP I'M RIGHT HERE, ROSA!" The boy that must've been Aaron replied.
Footsteps clopped up the tiled walk way as the pair made their way up. I gritted my teeth as two heads of hair came into view: one was obviously Hugh, with his spiky hair-do, now the other… I sighed and picked a stray stick off the ground and held it up like it was a microphone.
"This just in, my life's officially a wreck." I muttered, dropping the stick-microphone onto the ground as the familiar almost metallic silver hair that was spiky, much like Hugh's, just not as tall as Hugh's. My own little personal hell was starting. And it wasn't about to end too quickly either.
Ok so, so sorry for the wait, I had a slight case of writer's block but now I've got this story rock'n and roll'n so yeah. REVIEW. ^_^
