~Chapter One~
Dear Diary,
I never ever thought this would happen. Why me? Why has this happened to
me? WHY? I can never ever go on without him. Never. I feel like someone has
ripped a chunk out of my heart and threw it away.
Mommy is crying in her room right now. I feel like I have been turned to
stone. I can't cry right now. I just can't. This can't be happening. THIS
ISN'T HAPPENING.
~*~
I closed and locked my diary and put it back in its usual hiding place, under my bed. I slowly walked towards my huge windowsill, where huge pillows were placed. Usually they were comfortable and inviting, but today I might as well have been sitting on a rock. I looked out the window. Rain had started, and was coming down in sheets. I don' t know how, but that started the waterworks. Soon my face was red and tear-streaked. I hugged my knees to my chest and buried my face in my knees. "Why?" I whispered. "I don't believe it."
Suddenly, a soft knock hit my door. "Come in," I croaked, sounding like a Politoad. It was my mother, of course. "April," she began after taking a deep breath. She sat on the windowsill with me. "How are you feeling right now?" she said carefully. "Pretty crummy," I sneered. "Do you know any other nine-year-olds whose father." I trailed off. I couldn't say the word. It wouldn't come out. Then I whispered, "Died." "No," my mother admitted. "But he had a different job. Pokemon.um.training is unpredictable. You never know what is going to happen." I nodded miserably and sniffled. "I understand. But-it's not fair." My mom nodded. "Mommy?" I asked in a small voice. "Are we still going to live here?" She nodded again. "Yes, of course. This is our home, and full of memories." I started bawling, and mom hugged me and rocked me back and forth until I calmed down. We hugged for a long time.
When mommy finally let go of me, she took a deep breath. "I have something for you that your father left," she sighed. Then she reached into a pocket on her dress. I looked at her curiously. What could daddy have left me? "Here," mom whispered. She was holding something.a ball in her hand. It was quite small with red on top and white on the bottom. A silver clasp locked it and prevented it from opening. My mouth dropped open. "A Pokeball?" I asked. Mom nodded. "This was the only thing he left you. April, this is going to take you to places you've never heard about. It's going to make you sad, angry, confused, and happy. But it's your destiny."
I laughed a sad and pitiful laugh. "All of that in a Pokeball?" I asked. "Yes," mom whispered. "I know it doesn't make much sense now, and it won't. But you'll see." "But just because dad was a Pokemon master, doesn't mean I have to be one," I whined. This was silly since I knew all of the Pokemon by heart, and their attacks and everything. But somehow, it didn't seem right to become one. Mommy paused. She didn't answer me right away, but she finally said, "I.well, it's your destiny April. It was your father's and now it's yours."
She stood up. "I'll leave you alone for awhile," mom said. "I'm going to call a few relative and tell them." she trailed off. Then she left the room.
I held up the Pokeball. It felt so right to hold one, yet so wrong. I didn't know what to do. Outside, the rain had ceased. All you could hear was a drip, drip, drip of some rain dripped off of a leaf. It landed on the ground with a plink! I stood up, breathing hard. I clenched the Pokeball, in my hand. I knew what I was going to do. "I'm sorry dad," I whispered as I stuck the Pokeball in a drawer of unworn clothes.
~*~
I closed and locked my diary and put it back in its usual hiding place, under my bed. I slowly walked towards my huge windowsill, where huge pillows were placed. Usually they were comfortable and inviting, but today I might as well have been sitting on a rock. I looked out the window. Rain had started, and was coming down in sheets. I don' t know how, but that started the waterworks. Soon my face was red and tear-streaked. I hugged my knees to my chest and buried my face in my knees. "Why?" I whispered. "I don't believe it."
Suddenly, a soft knock hit my door. "Come in," I croaked, sounding like a Politoad. It was my mother, of course. "April," she began after taking a deep breath. She sat on the windowsill with me. "How are you feeling right now?" she said carefully. "Pretty crummy," I sneered. "Do you know any other nine-year-olds whose father." I trailed off. I couldn't say the word. It wouldn't come out. Then I whispered, "Died." "No," my mother admitted. "But he had a different job. Pokemon.um.training is unpredictable. You never know what is going to happen." I nodded miserably and sniffled. "I understand. But-it's not fair." My mom nodded. "Mommy?" I asked in a small voice. "Are we still going to live here?" She nodded again. "Yes, of course. This is our home, and full of memories." I started bawling, and mom hugged me and rocked me back and forth until I calmed down. We hugged for a long time.
When mommy finally let go of me, she took a deep breath. "I have something for you that your father left," she sighed. Then she reached into a pocket on her dress. I looked at her curiously. What could daddy have left me? "Here," mom whispered. She was holding something.a ball in her hand. It was quite small with red on top and white on the bottom. A silver clasp locked it and prevented it from opening. My mouth dropped open. "A Pokeball?" I asked. Mom nodded. "This was the only thing he left you. April, this is going to take you to places you've never heard about. It's going to make you sad, angry, confused, and happy. But it's your destiny."
I laughed a sad and pitiful laugh. "All of that in a Pokeball?" I asked. "Yes," mom whispered. "I know it doesn't make much sense now, and it won't. But you'll see." "But just because dad was a Pokemon master, doesn't mean I have to be one," I whined. This was silly since I knew all of the Pokemon by heart, and their attacks and everything. But somehow, it didn't seem right to become one. Mommy paused. She didn't answer me right away, but she finally said, "I.well, it's your destiny April. It was your father's and now it's yours."
She stood up. "I'll leave you alone for awhile," mom said. "I'm going to call a few relative and tell them." she trailed off. Then she left the room.
I held up the Pokeball. It felt so right to hold one, yet so wrong. I didn't know what to do. Outside, the rain had ceased. All you could hear was a drip, drip, drip of some rain dripped off of a leaf. It landed on the ground with a plink! I stood up, breathing hard. I clenched the Pokeball, in my hand. I knew what I was going to do. "I'm sorry dad," I whispered as I stuck the Pokeball in a drawer of unworn clothes.