Chapter 2: Anticipated Awakenings
The sunlight shone Bright through the slowpoke and likitung curtains and a pattern of squares and triangles across the room through the stitched valance. The sound of a cooing Pidgey filled the room through the open window and a Scyther alarm clock began going off.
Thomas sat up and rubbed his eyes. He hadn't had a very restful sleep after the nightmare but he was awake now. It was the fourteenth time he had had the dream, each time becoming more and more clear. Thomas climbed out of bed and hoped into the shower then got dressed and went down to breakfast. His little sister was sitting on the couch watching cartoons and his mom was making French toast and bacon. He sat and watched the baby shelder learn to swim on the cartoon and then sat for breakfast.
After breakfast Thomas asked his mom what was going on that day.
"You have your chores today. No playing until it is done!" his mom told him.
"But mom!" he replied.
"No buts, now off you go."
And so off he went up to pick up his room and make his bed.
After completing all of his chores for the day it had become 5:00 in the evening. He sat down to watch the news with his mom and a commercial came on. The announcer on the T.V. was annoying but it wasn't the voice Thomas was interested in, it was the message. "Are you a poke'mon trainer? Are you going to be soon?" Thomas would always say yes here even though he knew it couldn't hear him. "Well if you are or will be by the 21st then you can compete in the Jr. Trainer cup for $100" Thomas loved this because his birthday was only four days away on the 18th which was plenty of time to get and train a Poke'mon. He decided to go outside for a moment and watch the sunset on the horizon, safe from the Yanma and dunsparce from biting because of their screened in veranda. The brisk win from the ice cave blew over from the ice path. He new he was just up the hill from where he would receive his first poke'mon. He got more and more anxious with each day. Of course the dreams didn't help. The only way he could interrupt them is that they were saying he would fail.
He returned inside and lay on his bed. All the thoughts of the day were running throughout his head. Then he thought for a moment and set grabbed a pen and some paper. He set them on his nightstand and went to sleep.
The sunlight shone Bright through the slowpoke and likitung curtains and a pattern of squares and triangles across the room through the stitched valance. The sound of a cooing Pidgey filled the room through the open window and a Scyther alarm clock began going off.
Thomas sat up and rubbed his eyes. He hadn't had a very restful sleep after the nightmare but he was awake now. It was the fourteenth time he had had the dream, each time becoming more and more clear. Thomas climbed out of bed and hoped into the shower then got dressed and went down to breakfast. His little sister was sitting on the couch watching cartoons and his mom was making French toast and bacon. He sat and watched the baby shelder learn to swim on the cartoon and then sat for breakfast.
After breakfast Thomas asked his mom what was going on that day.
"You have your chores today. No playing until it is done!" his mom told him.
"But mom!" he replied.
"No buts, now off you go."
And so off he went up to pick up his room and make his bed.
After completing all of his chores for the day it had become 5:00 in the evening. He sat down to watch the news with his mom and a commercial came on. The announcer on the T.V. was annoying but it wasn't the voice Thomas was interested in, it was the message. "Are you a poke'mon trainer? Are you going to be soon?" Thomas would always say yes here even though he knew it couldn't hear him. "Well if you are or will be by the 21st then you can compete in the Jr. Trainer cup for $100" Thomas loved this because his birthday was only four days away on the 18th which was plenty of time to get and train a Poke'mon. He decided to go outside for a moment and watch the sunset on the horizon, safe from the Yanma and dunsparce from biting because of their screened in veranda. The brisk win from the ice cave blew over from the ice path. He new he was just up the hill from where he would receive his first poke'mon. He got more and more anxious with each day. Of course the dreams didn't help. The only way he could interrupt them is that they were saying he would fail.
He returned inside and lay on his bed. All the thoughts of the day were running throughout his head. Then he thought for a moment and set grabbed a pen and some paper. He set them on his nightstand and went to sleep.