Darin

Darin groaned loudly and pulled the blankets tighter around her head, trying to block out the annoying sound of her pokegear. It didn't help. She reached her hand out and fumbled for the little device, knocking most everything on her nightstand to the floor except her alarm clock, which had been lost somewhere on the floor since Summer began.

She grabbed it and pulled it beneath the covers to answer. "Hullo?"

"Hey, Darin. Did I wake you up?" Chris Raven's voice asked. Chris was one of her best friends, though she hadn't liked him when they first met in 9th grade; she had thought him too energetic.

"Nope, I'm definitely still asleep."

"Oh, well do you want to go get breakfast with me?"

She sat up and started to rub the sleep from her eyes. There was daylight streaming through the window.

"I guess. What time is it?"

"Eight."

"What?" She groaned and buried herself beneath the blankets again. "Chris, I just went to bed! Why on earth would anyone be up at this ungodly hour?"

"I got up and six and went for a jog. Then came home and took a nap; I figured by the time I woke back up you'd already be awake."

"Ew, running: that's even worse than getting up early."

Darin, you should really exercise more; it's not healthy to sleep all day!"

"Whatever." She sat back up and stretched, too awake to go back to sleep. "Let me just get ready and I'll go." She couldn't resist the offer of food.

"Alright, let's meet up at LeCarz."

"Got it." She hung up but sat there a moment, glaring accusingly at the bright morning outside her window. If only the sun would wait a few more hours before rising then she could sleep more.

She climbed out of bed and grabbed a blue tank top and a pair of baggy white jeans out of her 'clean laundry' basket, pulling them on as she headed into the living room. Her father was at the table poring over some new art magazine, oblivious to her twin brother, Blake, tossing breadcrumbs into his coffee mug. She and Blake both had identical grey eyes from their mother and glossy black hair from their father, though Blake's hair was kept spiked with gel and Darin's was left to hang in her face. Blake had also inherited all the height it seemed, being 5'7" while Darin was only 5'3".

Starly gave an indignant squawk from his perch by the window and flew to Darin's shoulder. He gave her an impatient nudge before his usual 'good morning' snuggle. He didn't like waiting for his breakfast.

"Morning." She patted him on the head and headed toward the kitchenette. She grabbed some pokefood to carry with her on her walk to LeCarz and headed for the door.

"See you later, guys."

Blake waved and tossed another crumb into their father's cup. "Later."

"Wait a minute!" Mr. Trill looked up from his magazine. "Did you pack your stuff yet?"

"Um . . . maybe?" Darin offered. She hadn't exactly started yet.

"Make sure you do it tonight."

"Okay, Dad." She swung the door open.

"Later, kiddo."

"Bye."

Starly jumped off Darin's shoulder and flew into the sky, squawking happily in the fresh morning air. Darin closed the door to the apartment and shaded her eyes to watch her pokemon's antics.

"I seem to be the only one around here that isn't a morning person." She grumbled.

She called to Starly and they headed down the street toward LeCarz.