"AHHHHHH!!!!!!!" Michelle awoke with a sudden start. She looked wildly about her room until her hazel eyes rested upon the window. Outside far into the distance on the hill right outside Ecruteak city there was a man with a Houndoom. The man was holding a riffle. So that's what woke me up, thought Michelle. The gunshot. Faintly, very far away, there was another gunshot answering the first one. They're just making sure the other soldiers are still alive. As the last gunshot ended, Michelle gazed around her home. Gray, gray, and more gray. There is too much gray! Why can't there be any other color? Even all of my clothes are gray! It is just wrong. Michelle sighed. I don't understand why this stupid war is going on. They're just some stupid feathers. As a matter of fact this war has been going on forever and they haven't even found the fathers yet. Sometimes people can be so dumb.
Suddenly, a scratching was heard outside Michelle's bedroom door followed by a soft meow. "Persian!" Michelle cried opening the door immediately. "Sorry about that, I almost forgot you always come in here after the gunshots." She said. Persian purred softly as if saying "it's all right no problem." "Persian don't go on the bed or else mom will have a fit." Michelle hurriedly said, while trying to put on clothes and trying to get Persian off the bed at the same time. Persian mewed in protest as he clung to the bed, refusing to let go. "Oh fine! Stay there but don't blame me when you get put outside," Michelle said grumpily as she headed out into the kitchen where her mom was making pancakes. "Oh hello Michelle dear! I'm making your favorite breakfast today, blueberry pancakes!" "Ugh." Michelle replied staring at the pancakes as if they were grimers. "Can't I have something I'll actually eat? I thought you knew how picky I am." As soon as Michelle said this, she covered her mouth and whispered "oh no." Upon hearing Michelle's protest, the mom's eyes started to get misty with tears. "Oh baby. You remind me so much of……" She burst into tears (No this is not going to be a dramatic moment.) Michelle rolled her eyes. "Mom, I am TIRED OF COMING BACK TO THIS SUBJECT DAY AFTER DAY AFTER DAY!!!!!!!! FOR THE A MILLIONTH TIME, I AM NOT LIKE ASH KETCHUM ONE BIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"" Mom suddenly stopped crying. "Give me one thing that is different between the two of you." "Well, I have a lot more than one." "We have plenty of time dear go on."
"OK. First, I hardly eat anything (Yes I admit it) while….. while he eats everything!!! I'll bet he'll even eat poop! (I don't say the "s" word.)
Second, he is stupid. I am smart ('You're insulting yourself Michelle!' cried mom but Michelle ignored the remark.), and would catch every single pokemon I came across!
Third, he is extremely stubborn. I am not. If someone told me something that was impossible to do I would still try to do it (? Ok, bad example, but I'm not stubborn! Sweatmark appears on mom's head. )
After going on for another 6 minuets about how she and Ash are nothing alike, Michelle paused. "Do you have any objections?" she asked. "As a matter of fact I do," replied mom.
"First of all you both have black hair (' It's dark brown mom.')
Second of all, you are both short (I'm 5'2 ½!)
Third, you both have brown eyes (they're hazel.)
Finally, (Yes!) you both are the same age (Get with the program mom! I'm 12! He must be in his 30's by now! Ugh!)
I've had enough of this. Now eat your breakfast, I'm going to finish my painting of the Lapras. Enjoy your dinner honey." Mom left the room. It's not fair! Michelle thought picking at her food. Why does everybody call me ashy?! Can't they see the freak'n difference! The biggest one must be that he's a pokemon master, and I can't even be a pokemon trainer, no thanks to mom who says ' oh no dearie, I can't let you become a pokemon trainer what with the war going on, and the pollution. Plus, it would mean you'd have to go to Kanto where the enemy is and the Black Death is running lose! Why don't you just become a pokemon watcher like me?' Yeah, that's what she'd say. But still I could try. 'Cause I mean, I never give up on what I'm set to do (That doesn't make me stubborn!) Michelle got up out of her seat. "Wish me luck Persian, I asking mom the big question." She said as Persian came into the kitchen to eat his breakfast. Michelle walked into her mom's bedroom where mom was sitting on her bed painting the picture of a Lapras on her canvas.
"Mom?" Michelle asked rather timidly. "Hold on honey let me finish this ear. Oh I wish I could use more colors instead of white, black and gray. Oh yes excuse me is there anything I can do for you?" asked mom, putting down her paintbrush. Michelle took a deep breath, and tried to look as if the question were important (which it was.) "Mom, I would like to have your permission to become a pokemon trainer, now I know that there is a war and lots of other bad stuff going on but I can be really careful honest! I can borrow Steven's Abra to teleport me to New Bark Town to get my starting pokemon, and after all I am 2 years behind, and it's been my dream to become one, ever since I nursed Persian back to health after finding him as an abandoned Meowth stranded in the middle of the street and I would really appreciate it if you said yes please mom please!" Michelle said this all ver quickly in one breath but her mom seemed to understand every single word with a frown upon her face. "Michelle, I…….I know how much this means to you and I believe every word that you can do it but……………. "But what mom?" "Oh I just don't want to lose another family member!!! After losing your brother to the war and your father to the polluted air (You know how chlostrophobic he is), I don't think I can bear to, lose another one. You understand don't you Michelle?" Michelle paused for a moment before answering. "I understand completely mom, but you won't lose me. I'm very smart I won't try to get involved in the war, or anything else for that matter. I'll just stick to my own path", as Michelle was about to continue, mom cut her off. "No Michelle, my decision is final. You may not become a pokemon trainer. Why not become a pokemon watcher like your mother? That's a much safer career." Michelle grew tense. I do not want to become a pokemon watcher, that is not my dream. If you won't let me then…. Then…. Then I'll run way and become one without your permission." Michelle said this slowly and fiercely. Mom's eyes welled with tears. "Nothing will stop you from doing this will it?" She asked. Michelle shook her head. There was a really really long pause after that. Finally when Michelle thought she could take the tension no longer, Her mom whispered "very well."
Michelle thought she would burst with happiness. "THANK YOU THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Michelle hugged her mom, then leaped out of the bedroom, snatched up Persian, (With great difficulty what with person being quite large) and started jumping up and down, and running around the whole house screaming with joy the entire time. "Calm down Michelle!!! Don't get to hyped up!" Said her mom although she looked very pleased as well. "Mom, and I go and tell everybody around Ecruteak that I'm going to become a pokemon Master?" "It is all right with me, but keep it down, the soldier on the hill might think that something is wrong what with all the screaming."
"Come on Persian," Michelle said happily walking out the door, Persian followed closely by her heels. We have to tell the whole world what just happened, and then after that, I'm going to get my first starting pokemon!!!!
