Here's Chapter 4. Meet Felicity.
I don't own Pokemon, sadly.
Quietly, she poked her supper with her spoon. Her big hazel-brown eyes were flickering with excitement, and her fingers were almost shaking. She was going to ask her parents. After dinner, she had to ask them after dinner. That way, they couldn't tell her to finish her dinner and that they'd discuss it later, while they made their escape.
"Felicity, it's not like you to pick at your dinner. What's wrong?" Her mother asked, her dark brown eyes focusing on her hazel-eyed daughter. The attention of Felicity's father was also now on Felicity, the dark eyes of both her parents boring into her.
"Well, today we were watching a Pokemon Contest... and we started talking about if we were to start our Pokemon journeys... and... can I?" Felicity made a lot of pauses during her speech, but eventually she got it all out for her parents to hear. Looking down at her place, she scooped up a large spoonful and shoved it into her mouth, chewing quickly.
"Really? I was starting to think that you weren't interested in being a trainer." Her father attempted a joke, flicking a strand of long violet hair from his face. However, his attempt at making a joke was a poor one, and failed to be recognized as more than a statement.
"What do you think, should we let her do it?" Her beautiful brunette mother asked, looking over at her husband. They stared into each other's eyes for a moment, it was almost as if they were having a private discussion.
"I think that it would be good for her. What about you, Giselle?" Her father said, looking at his daughter for a bit, then returning his gaze to Felicity's mother.
"Yes, I agree. But Paul, just where is she going to get a starter?" Her mother asked before taking a sip from her glass, which was full of water.
"The same place that her sister did. Send her to the lab in Sandgem." Her father replied in that cool, callous voice of his. He was finished both his dinner and his glass of water already, so he was merely sitting in his seat, observing his wife and youngest daughter with his cool, black eyes.
Felicity was surprised by her parents response to it. She had expected that she would have to give a good sales pitch, and really sell the product, really think up all the convincing arguments which she could possibly use, and really push for it. She was glad that she didn't have to work so hard to be able to do what she wanted. With her hazel eyes wide, she breathed a question. "Really, you mean it?"
"Yes, we do." Her mother, Giselle's warmer tone confirmed the answer. Her father, Paul, nodded his agreement.
Her heart beginning to race with her excitement, Felicity wolfed down the rest of her dinner, and excitedly went to bed. She was hoping that she would be able to sleep, because she was hoping that she might be able to leave for Sandgem Town the next morning. Though, maybe she would start packing first...
And there it is. Reviews are lovely.
