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Uh, anyway, I think I fixed this chapter. And person who reviewed me (I'm too lazy to look at your username, hehe) hopefully this will be a hit. It was a hit at TPM.
~Chapter Two~
~Two years later.~
"Mom, mom, mom, mom!" I exclaimed. I jumped on my bed and did a sort of little dance.
"What?" Mom asked in alarm . "I'm.so.excited!" I shouted and did one last jump. Mom caught me and laughed.
"Well, you have a right to be. After all, isn't every girl excited on her eleventh birthday?"
I grinned. "What time is everyone coming over?"
"Well, Vinnie-I mean, Mrs. Cattad-is over now, helping. You must stay in here until your friends come over," Mom answered. She made it sound like a punishment.
I laughed again. "Okay," I answered. I could hear, "Serena! Come help me with this!" in the background.
Mom smiled again and closed the door. As soon as she left, I pulled my diary from under my bed and unlocked it.
~Dear Diary, I'm so excited! Today is my eleventh birthday. All my friends are coming over-Brian, Morgan, Nicki, Bridget, Mike, Chris, Melanie, Dawn, Sandra, Alex, and Alexis. I wonder what they're getting me. I know, I know, I shouldn't be greedy, but I can't help it! Mom and Mrs. Cattad are doing something downstairs now-probably decorating or something. Mom told me she has a very special gift to give me. I hope it's that denim skirt I saw at Burdof. The one in the window was just my size. . .~
I stood up and stared at my reflection in my full-length mirror. I didn't look eleven. For some reason, I looked much, much older. I wondered why.
~Ding dong.~ I heard the doorbell ring. I hoped it was some of my friends. I started running downstairs and saw mom opening the door and letting in Morgan, Chris, Brian, and Dawn. They were each carrying a present . "Hi, hi you guys!" I cried.
"Hi!" they answered back as they thrust the presents at me. "Happy birthday!"
Just then, the doorbell rang. Mom let opened the door and let in more of my friends.
*~ *~ *~ "Whew," I said. "What a party."
"Yes. . ." Mom trailed off, looking at the cake crumbs, wrapping paper, ribbon, and a popped balloon on the floor. I gazed at my presents that my friends had given me. Even though I didn't tell them, they knew exactly what to give me-lots of clothes. Morgan had even given me that denim skirt I wanted. Everyone had just left the party and went home, leaving Mom and I with the mess of birthday stuff.
"Hey, I never gave you my gift for you," Mom suddenly said. She ran to her room and returned with a small box wrapped in silver paper.
"Thank you," I said, taking it. I highly doubted it was any kind of clothes because it was so small.
I tear opened the paper. I found a black watch with some little card- thingys sticking out of it.
"What's this?" I asked.
"It's.a watch," Mom said carefully. "But a special kind of watch. These little cards stand for different things, like a phone, a radio, or a map. It's an advanced watch," she smiled.
"Cool. . ."I trailed off. But I didn't see why I would need these things, unless I went off on a trip.
Mom looked around at the mountain of new clothes surrounding us. "You'd better put some of this stuff away. Maybe you should clean out your drawers."
I laughed. "Sure, sure. I will," I answered, carrying some of the stuff from the pile. I trudged up to my room, occasionally dropping a T-shirt or two. I stumbled into my room and spilled everything all over the floor.
"So much for keeping them neat," I muttered.
I opened one of the drawers where there were clothes that I hadn't worn since I was nine. I took a heap of stuff out and threw it into a pile. One skirt landed with a thunk.
"What?" I said out loud. Skirts weren't supposed to go thunk. Not unless. . .
I picked the brown cotton skirt and shook it. Something in a red and white blur fell down and rolled under my desk-but not too far. I got it out and looked at the item in my hands.
It was a ball that was half red, half white. A small silver circle in the center locked it shut. I gasped. "No. . ."
I swallowed and clenched the ball in my fist. It felt like a lump was in my throat. I stared at the ceiling, breathing rapidly, as if I was there, reliving the moment.
"Dad." I whispered. I looked at the Pokeball and closed my eyes. "This is for you." ~*~
I ran downstairs, still holding the Pokeball. Mom noticed me. "Did you put away all those clothes already?" she joked.
I opened my hand and showed her the Pokeball, not looking her in the eye.
Mom gasped. Her heart seemed to skip a few beats. "April. . ." she whispered.
I looked at her, this time in the eye. "I have to. For Dad. For me. For. . .my destiny."
Mom nodded, biting her lip. "I know you do, sweetie. I knew this day would come."
I ran back to my room and got out my best backpack, which was black with some pretty silver designs on it. I put in ten T-shirts, a couple of shorts, some jeans, two skirts, and a bunch of socks. I loaded all my money in the smallest zipper on the backpack. I found my sleeping bag and a pillow and rolled them up and attached them to my backpack with rubber bands. Then I went under my bed and pulled my journal and a pen out, and packed them too. I wanted to record everything about my journey. I walked down to the kitchen and started packing some food: three water bottles and a canteen, five grilled cheese sandwiches, two small bags of potato chips, and for fun, a leftover piece of birthday cake. Dad had always written in his letters when he was away training that the Pokemon Centers in every town had a great cafeteria, so I wasn't too worried about food.
When I was done packing, I laid my backpack near the door so I wouldn't forget it the next morning. I wanted to have one more night in my own bed, surrounded by my memories.
Mom watched me. "You're staying?" she asked, confused.
"Yes," I answered. "One more night. And a morning. I want some of your famous waffles tomorrow."
Mom's eyes filled with tears and she wrapped me up in a hug. We hugged for a long time, and when she let go, I was feeling tired, so I slowly walked up to my room. I laid on my bed and stared the ceiling.
This is it, I thought. Tomorrow I start my Pokemon journey.
Uh, anyway, I think I fixed this chapter. And person who reviewed me (I'm too lazy to look at your username, hehe) hopefully this will be a hit. It was a hit at TPM.
~Chapter Two~
~Two years later.~
"Mom, mom, mom, mom!" I exclaimed. I jumped on my bed and did a sort of little dance.
"What?" Mom asked in alarm . "I'm.so.excited!" I shouted and did one last jump. Mom caught me and laughed.
"Well, you have a right to be. After all, isn't every girl excited on her eleventh birthday?"
I grinned. "What time is everyone coming over?"
"Well, Vinnie-I mean, Mrs. Cattad-is over now, helping. You must stay in here until your friends come over," Mom answered. She made it sound like a punishment.
I laughed again. "Okay," I answered. I could hear, "Serena! Come help me with this!" in the background.
Mom smiled again and closed the door. As soon as she left, I pulled my diary from under my bed and unlocked it.
~Dear Diary, I'm so excited! Today is my eleventh birthday. All my friends are coming over-Brian, Morgan, Nicki, Bridget, Mike, Chris, Melanie, Dawn, Sandra, Alex, and Alexis. I wonder what they're getting me. I know, I know, I shouldn't be greedy, but I can't help it! Mom and Mrs. Cattad are doing something downstairs now-probably decorating or something. Mom told me she has a very special gift to give me. I hope it's that denim skirt I saw at Burdof. The one in the window was just my size. . .~
I stood up and stared at my reflection in my full-length mirror. I didn't look eleven. For some reason, I looked much, much older. I wondered why.
~Ding dong.~ I heard the doorbell ring. I hoped it was some of my friends. I started running downstairs and saw mom opening the door and letting in Morgan, Chris, Brian, and Dawn. They were each carrying a present . "Hi, hi you guys!" I cried.
"Hi!" they answered back as they thrust the presents at me. "Happy birthday!"
Just then, the doorbell rang. Mom let opened the door and let in more of my friends.
*~ *~ *~ "Whew," I said. "What a party."
"Yes. . ." Mom trailed off, looking at the cake crumbs, wrapping paper, ribbon, and a popped balloon on the floor. I gazed at my presents that my friends had given me. Even though I didn't tell them, they knew exactly what to give me-lots of clothes. Morgan had even given me that denim skirt I wanted. Everyone had just left the party and went home, leaving Mom and I with the mess of birthday stuff.
"Hey, I never gave you my gift for you," Mom suddenly said. She ran to her room and returned with a small box wrapped in silver paper.
"Thank you," I said, taking it. I highly doubted it was any kind of clothes because it was so small.
I tear opened the paper. I found a black watch with some little card- thingys sticking out of it.
"What's this?" I asked.
"It's.a watch," Mom said carefully. "But a special kind of watch. These little cards stand for different things, like a phone, a radio, or a map. It's an advanced watch," she smiled.
"Cool. . ."I trailed off. But I didn't see why I would need these things, unless I went off on a trip.
Mom looked around at the mountain of new clothes surrounding us. "You'd better put some of this stuff away. Maybe you should clean out your drawers."
I laughed. "Sure, sure. I will," I answered, carrying some of the stuff from the pile. I trudged up to my room, occasionally dropping a T-shirt or two. I stumbled into my room and spilled everything all over the floor.
"So much for keeping them neat," I muttered.
I opened one of the drawers where there were clothes that I hadn't worn since I was nine. I took a heap of stuff out and threw it into a pile. One skirt landed with a thunk.
"What?" I said out loud. Skirts weren't supposed to go thunk. Not unless. . .
I picked the brown cotton skirt and shook it. Something in a red and white blur fell down and rolled under my desk-but not too far. I got it out and looked at the item in my hands.
It was a ball that was half red, half white. A small silver circle in the center locked it shut. I gasped. "No. . ."
I swallowed and clenched the ball in my fist. It felt like a lump was in my throat. I stared at the ceiling, breathing rapidly, as if I was there, reliving the moment.
"Dad." I whispered. I looked at the Pokeball and closed my eyes. "This is for you." ~*~
I ran downstairs, still holding the Pokeball. Mom noticed me. "Did you put away all those clothes already?" she joked.
I opened my hand and showed her the Pokeball, not looking her in the eye.
Mom gasped. Her heart seemed to skip a few beats. "April. . ." she whispered.
I looked at her, this time in the eye. "I have to. For Dad. For me. For. . .my destiny."
Mom nodded, biting her lip. "I know you do, sweetie. I knew this day would come."
I ran back to my room and got out my best backpack, which was black with some pretty silver designs on it. I put in ten T-shirts, a couple of shorts, some jeans, two skirts, and a bunch of socks. I loaded all my money in the smallest zipper on the backpack. I found my sleeping bag and a pillow and rolled them up and attached them to my backpack with rubber bands. Then I went under my bed and pulled my journal and a pen out, and packed them too. I wanted to record everything about my journey. I walked down to the kitchen and started packing some food: three water bottles and a canteen, five grilled cheese sandwiches, two small bags of potato chips, and for fun, a leftover piece of birthday cake. Dad had always written in his letters when he was away training that the Pokemon Centers in every town had a great cafeteria, so I wasn't too worried about food.
When I was done packing, I laid my backpack near the door so I wouldn't forget it the next morning. I wanted to have one more night in my own bed, surrounded by my memories.
Mom watched me. "You're staying?" she asked, confused.
"Yes," I answered. "One more night. And a morning. I want some of your famous waffles tomorrow."
Mom's eyes filled with tears and she wrapped me up in a hug. We hugged for a long time, and when she let go, I was feeling tired, so I slowly walked up to my room. I laid on my bed and stared the ceiling.
This is it, I thought. Tomorrow I start my Pokemon journey.