CHAPTER 3
BLUE has entered the room
YELLOW has entered the room
BLUE: heyy~!
YELLOW: Hi!
BLUE: what di d i miss yestreday?
YELLOW: not much. some other people joined the chat. there was... pearl, n, mitsuru, and kotone!
BLUE: what kind of name is n? xDDDDD
YELLOW: that's not nice...
BLUE: :P
YELLOW: we also learned that red and green know eachother irl
BLUE: really? cool! how hdo they kno each other?
YELLOW: they og to the same school, and they were also childhood freinds
BLUE: Wooww :OOO!
SILVER has entered the room
BLUE: heya, silvy!
SILVER: hey
YELLOW: hi!
BLUE: hey yellow, did red and green say what shcool tyhey go to ?
YELLOW: yeah, itt was something like... dunlop high, i think
BLUE: no way!
YELLOW: ?
BLUE: i go there too :P
YELLOW: wow! everyone seems to know each other! im jealous!
BLUE: what about you, silver. do u go to school?
SILVER: yeah, but i dont think you guys have ever heard of it. its a small school on the outskirts of celadon
BLUE: aaaww! that sucsk!
RUBY has entered the room
RUBY: Hello~!
BLUE: helllo~~~
YELLOW: hi!
SILVER: hey
MITSURU has entered the room
YELLOW: hello!
MITSURU: Hello!
YELLOW: it's nice to see you back!
MITSURU: thank you!
BLUE: helloo there~~~
MITSURU: Hello!
RUBY: mitsuru... that sounds awfully familiar...
MITSURU: Oh really?
RUBY: it's probably nothing! Maybe the name of some edsigner i heard of at one point!
RUBY: *designer
BLUE: designer? are you a designer?
RUBY: not yet! but i hope to be one! im still in high school, though... so it won't be for a while
BLUE: do you sew?
RUBY: only all the time! i love making clothes!
YELLOW: thats so cool!
MITSURU: That's awesome! I knew someone when I was younger who loved that kind of stuff
SILVER: g2g
SILVER: bye
BLUE: byebye~ =3=
YELLOW: bye!
RUBY: bye~
SILVER has left the room
I exited the window, leaving the group of chatting people. I had spent so much time surfing the internet that I had neglected to notice how late it was. I let out a short sigh. Looked like I wouldn't go to bed for a while. I still had a five page essay to write, which my ELA teacher had oh so conveniently forgotten to inform about until today.
My name's Silvio Moretti. I'm 16 years old and currently living with my father. But more often than not, it felt like I lived alone rather than with a parent. My father was usually very busy with work. He was the CEO of a big company, and he had lots of work to do. It didn't make much sense, though. We lived around the outskirts of the city while his work place was downtown. So he had to leave early, and he wouldn't be home until late at night. Sometimes, he wouldn't come home at all. He was always so busy. Not that I minded. We argued a lot. It was usually stupid things we argued over. We didn't care what it was, we just argued.
My father was originally from Italy. He got some offer to work here, and he took the first plane on its way here. My father's a hardworking man, but from what I heard, he was also a player. I don't know the details, but he got some random lady pregnant, and nine months later, he found a baby in a cardboard box on his door step. For the first few years of my existence, he hired a nanny to take care of me. He thought that it would be a good idea to have a mother figure for me. I don't even remember the woman's name or face. One thing I still haven't figured out is why my father even chose to keep me. He was a successful businessman, and I was a bastard child. It would ruin his "image". Sometimes, I wished he had given me up for adoption. That way, I wouldn't have known how I was born and whose lives I ruined.
I sighed and closed my laptop. I had only gotten one page done, and it was already one in the morning. I decided to go grab a glass of water and maybe a snack.
I didn't have many friends growing up. I was the quiet type, and I kept to myself. So kindergarten wasn't very enjoyable. Being surrounded by around twenty screaming, laughing kids who ran around all day, making messes was Hell. After my first year of school, a family of three moved in next door to us. I was relieved. Our old neighbors had a big dog -a pit bull, I think, and he was always so noisy. Our new neighbors were pretty nice. They came to greet us once they had moved in, and that's when I met their daughter. She was two years older than me, and she scared me a little (she was very talkative). But she was really kind towards me. Her name was Carly Bartlett. Unfortunately, she and her parents had to move when I was eleven. It really upset me. She was my only friend, after all. It was around that time that my father and I had started arguing. Maybe I was just trying to take my anger and frustration out on some one else. Too bad we still haven't stopped fighting.
I grabbed a banana from the fruit bowl on our counter and took a glass from the cupboard. I put the banana down beside the sink as I filled my glass with water.
"Caw caw!" cried a raven.
"What the…" I mumbled, turning around to the kitchen window. That was way too loud to be coming from outside the window. And I was correct. The sound wasn't coming from the other side of the window, because it was open. But how could that be? Last time I was in the kitchen, that window was closed.
"Come, shoo! Get outta here!" I exclaimed, approaching the window with the glass of water still in my hand. But the raven wouldn't budge. It just kept on cawing.
"Leave!" I swatted at it with my free hand once I was close enough. What happened next certainly wasn't expected. The raven finally got off the window sill and it looked like it was about to take it's leave, when a flock of about fifteen or twenty ravens all started flying around right outside the window, making a Hell of a racket. They seemed to have materialized out of no where! No, it was dark out. They were probably all on some tree or something. Surprised, I jumped back and dropped my glass. The cawing just got louder. After recollecting my thoughts, I hurriedly closed the window and drew the curtains. I leaned my back against the wall next to the window, holding my breath. The cawing had stopped. I peeked through the curtains, checking to see what those ravens were up to. But to my surprise, they were all gone. Maybe they had all flown some other direction. I decided that must have been it. But I couldn't get rid of this nagging feeling in the back of my mind. I tried to stop thinking about it. There was a big mess that I had to clean. Wet, shattered glass littered the floor. I bent down and started picking up the biggest pieces. As I was picking them up, one of them had cut me. I jumped and dropped all the pieces of glass I had already picked up. I examined my cut, which to my surprise was rather large. I was having a really shitty day. And I still had that essay to write. I groaned and got up to go grab a band aid or two. Hopefully, things would start looking up tomorrow.
Wee woo another chapter done! I'm sorry if the chapters aren't very long... And I'm only uploading frequently for now. Once school starts again, I won't be able to upload very often... Anyways, I really hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! I went and changed the city from Saffron city to Celadon city. I think that's the largest city in Kanto? And also, I will be including countries like "this character is from _", like you saw with Giovanni. Problem is, I don't know in what country this story should take place in... Yes, it's in Celadon city, which is in Kanto. But I want to use actual countries. I don't necessarily feel like using Japan, and I don't know whether I should make the country Canada or U.S.A... If I choose Canada, it might seem a little biased. But I don't know much about life in the U.S.A.. I mean, yeah, I've been there numerous times. But I don't know what it's like to actually live there... What should I do?
And like I mentioned in the last chapter, I won't be doing intros for every character.
If you want to check out what some of the character look like, you can check out this link: : / / bizarresimplicity . deviantart gallery / 9 (remove the spaces).
Constructive criticism and suggestions are very welcome!
See ya next chapter! Mwah~ =3=