Authors Notes: Sorry for the delay, but I was spending time planning out the narrative a bit more in-depth. I always wanted my first fanfiction to have some literary quality to it, though I know I fail most of the time. Enjoy this short little chapter and expect more in the future. Guys don't worry about Haruka's role in this, she will come soon, I promise. Well maybe not that soon, we have a bit of plot to develop. Please everyone send me your feedback, write reviews to improve the quality of all my work. Also if someone would like to be a proof reader for me email me at .

Chapter 8: Distance Isn't a Cure

By, Samias Fury

Dear Diary-that-hold-my-darkest-secrets,

It's Mira. I know I haven't wrote in here for a while, but hey we all get busy don't we? I mean Dusant has been really nice to me. Like he's really into me... I know it. He must me, I mean c'mon he held my hand to show me proper pokeball throwing technique. Even a two year old knows how to do that! Like could he be anymore easier to read? Nu uh!

Okay maybe I'm a little excited. NOW DON'T GO SPREADING RUMORS!! I mean he's like thirty years old. I mean that younger than dad, but still it's too close. Ugh... fourteen years isn't too much right? Well it's only two years till I'm legal. Then I guess he'd make a move. Does he expect me to? Since I'm younger, I don't want him going to jail.

Oh god... I'm starting to fall for a pedophile. Must stay focused. Just focus on becoming a great trainer and ignore the sexual tension!!! Ilene messaged me today and we talked. She said that I'm just imagining it all! How fucking dare she! But she has a point. Dusant is a repected pokemon professor and master of the professional community, and such a respected person could never be into someone as retarted as me. Yeah I'm starting to diss myself out again. Moving on is the best thing to do.

But he is really good looking. I bet under that lab coat is... I'm not going to think about it. Even that's too dirty for me. My friends think I'm soooo innocent, but how much do they know? Okay maybe I am... just a little bit. I kissed Kale a few times. But it was out of boredom I guess. He got to clingy so snip snip! Ugh he still texts me. When will he get the message! Pun not intended I swear! Hmm... my use of the exclamation point is a bit excessive... Whatever. (I really wanted to use one here)

So I caught a Metapod today! Excuse my french, HELL-FUCKING-YEAH! Sure it didn't move around much, but catching pokemon takes intense concentration. I was just in the zone when this kid interrupted my mojo. Maybe I overreacted just a tad bit. He has a bruise but I know he'll get over it. Boys like pretending to be tough. I socked him good and all he did was smile like an idiot. His name is Ash, an odd name... like naming your kid soot or dirt. That was mean but oh well this is my diary.

He seems like a nice guy a guess but I might have to avoid him around town. I mean he's like so down for me. You know it by the way I guy looks at you, especially the idiot guys who don't know how to hide their feelings with their eyes. Windows into the pubescent soul are stainless. Ahh look at me all poetic. 3

-Mira Cole