W00t Guess who's FINALLY updating! Oh yeah, oh yeah -shakes booty-
Okay, okay, you didn't need to see that. Anyway, this is the beginning of the chapters that make sense but don't make sense! YAY! Happy day.
This intro doesn't even make sense. Geez. Okay. . .so I'll just update this and continue watching the Hamtaro Mini Marathon ^_^
~Chapter Ten~
A week later, I stared at the grass in the cemetery, wondering for the hundredth time why I had to be there. Some was going on and on about Grandma, but it was pointless.
I didn't even watch as the coffin was lowered into a gaping hole. I had no reason to.
Grandmas wasn't even in that coffin.
After Mom had gotten over the initial shock, I overheard her talking to Dad one night, saying she would fake a funeral so the public-"or HE" she said in a lower whisper-didn't suspect anything. Then we would go "there" and have a proper funeral.
"But then. . ." Dad had started. "She'll know."
"Yes. . .but I think it's time we told her. We can't keep it a secret forever," Mom had answered.
I had tiptoed back to my room after I heard that. Everything was tumbling in my mind-why did "he" want revenge, who was "he" anyway, where was "there". . .
But now, at the funeral, all I could think of was how Mom and Dad were lying to everyone. They were doing a pretty good job of pretending, I thought. Mom and Dad were both dressed in black-Mom in a long velvet dress and Dad in a suit--and crying softly. Mom looked like a mess. She hadn't even put her hair in her traditional buns-it was all dragging down, making puddles at her feet.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, the "funeral" was over and we were going home.
Or so I thought.
"Diana," Mom asked. "Do you have that key with you?"
I nodded. After I had discovered it in my pocket, I put it around my neck and hadn't taken it off since.
"Oh good," Mom sighed, looking at Dad. I wondered why she wanted to know about the key so bad. Dad nodded softly and Mom smiled a little, pushing strands of that incredibly long hair behind her ear.
I stared out the window some more, waiting for a certain turn Dad always makes when we're going home. We approached the exit-
"Um Dad, we passed our exit," I said.
"I know," he whispered, and kept driving on.
And drove we did for hours and hours, passing Azalea Town, Goldenrod City, until I realized it-
"Why are we going to Ecruteak City?" I asked.
Mom started sobbing, and Dad was busy comforting her and driving, so my question remained unanswered.
We pulled into a parking lot near the Pokemon Center. Mom jumped out of the car, lugging her hair with her.
"Are we here to see Princess and Shane?" I asked. Even though it was a week later, Shane was still unable to come back-I had spoken to Danielle on the phone and it seemed Shane had hit his head also-he kept talking about really strange things and was still disappearing all the time.
"No," Mom said, walking quickly, trying not to trip over her dress and hair. Dad grabbed her hand and she stopped.
"Diana," Mom started. "I don't know how to explain this, but-"
"Not now, not here," Dad interrupted.
"Should we. . .just. . ." Mom stammered.
"That would be best," Dad agreed.
I felt really lost-I had when Mom and Dad talk in half-sentences only they can understand. Mom grabbed my hand, as if I were five again, and the three of us jogged into a forest.
It was beautiful, I must admit. The trees were all perfectly green, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw a clean, glistening lake.
The lake is what we walked to. It was even more pretty up close-it was clear, deep, and still, but looked uninhabited. Come to think of it, I hadn't even seen a Pigeot or Sentret or any Pokemon.
Mom let go of my hand and stared at the lake. After what seemed like forever, she reached into a pocket on her dressed and pulled something out, closed in her hand. She turned to me.
"Diana," she said. "This. . .this is the start of many shocks to you. And. . .I . . .well. . ."
She opened my hand and placed the object in it, closing my fingers over it. I opened them immediately and saw Mom had put a Pokeball in my hands.
"A Pokeball?" I asked. "What-"
"Don't ask anything, not yet," Mom said. "All I'm going to tell you now is. . .is. . ." She swallowed. "Don't open that Pokeball, don't throw it, unless you have no other way out." She stared at my shocked face as I placed the crimson and white object in my pocket.
"Now," she said. "Can I have that key?"
I nodded, still a little confused, and undid the chain to the key. I handed it to Mom, and she really surprised me.
She took a few steps back, then ran and dove into the water.
I yelped, but Dad didn't look surprised. He looked a little. . .wistful. I watched Mom gracefully swim deeper and deeper into the lake, her long, long hair floating around.
Finally she swam so deep I couldn't see her anymore. It had been five minutes, and I was crying, thinking she had drowned. Dad put and arm around my shoulder and told me not to worry.
All of a sudden, a stream of water shot up from the lake, and to my surprise, the key was on the stream. The golden object landed at my feet.
"Dad, I. . ."
"Put the key on," he said. "And follow me."
I slipped the chain back on, made sure the Pokeball was secure in my pocket, and watched Dad dive into the lake.
"I'm supposed to follow you?!" I cried.
Dad poked his head over the top. "Diana, you're going to be asking a lot of questions, but for now, just go with it and don't ask anything."
I took a deep breath, held my nose, and cannon-balled into the lake. Dad grabbed my hand as we swam deeper to the bottom.
I thought after a few seconds my lungs would burst, but strangely, it seemed easier to hold my breath underwater the deeper we got.
After a little while, I saw a-door? It looked a little like a safe, like at the bank, but it had a keyhole instead of a dial, and it was covered in algae and plants.
Dad motioned for me to hand him the key. I tried to find the clasp, but I couldn't underwater, so I just yanked the chain and broke it. Dad put the key into the keyhole and grabbed the handle, which looked a little like the snake creature on the key. My lungs were about to burst and I thought of swimming back to the surface so I could breathe, but then Dad got the door open.
He looked at me, grabbed my hand again, and jumped into the little doorway the door had opened. I had no choice but to follow.
We were in complete darkness at first, because the door had somehow slammed shut behind us. I had no clue where I was going, until I saw tiny dots of light. It turned out Dad and I were sliding down a water-slide type thing. I was able to keep my head up some of the time so I could breathe.
Finally we landed with a thud.
I groaned and stood up, trying to squeeze all of the water out of my hair. "Dad, what the heck was that-" I was cut off when I looked up.
I had no idea where I was-but it still felt like I knew, just a little. It was such a strange feeling. The walls and floor were lined with a crystal and stone type substance. Baskets filled with roses and various other flowers were hanging from the ceiling, in full bloom. A huge pool with crystal clear water, at least three times bigger than the lake, was in the center of wherever I was. Two huge pairs of doors were on either side of the room, and a smaller door was imbedded in the crystal and stone.
"Dad?" I whispered, and it still gave an echo. "Where are we?"
~*~*~
Yeah, a kind of short chapter, but STUFF will happen. Muhahahaha. And soon this story will answer your question of "When'sshegonnagettheegg???" Hanni ^_~ -cough-
Okay, okay, you didn't need to see that. Anyway, this is the beginning of the chapters that make sense but don't make sense! YAY! Happy day.
This intro doesn't even make sense. Geez. Okay. . .so I'll just update this and continue watching the Hamtaro Mini Marathon ^_^
~Chapter Ten~
A week later, I stared at the grass in the cemetery, wondering for the hundredth time why I had to be there. Some was going on and on about Grandma, but it was pointless.
I didn't even watch as the coffin was lowered into a gaping hole. I had no reason to.
Grandmas wasn't even in that coffin.
After Mom had gotten over the initial shock, I overheard her talking to Dad one night, saying she would fake a funeral so the public-"or HE" she said in a lower whisper-didn't suspect anything. Then we would go "there" and have a proper funeral.
"But then. . ." Dad had started. "She'll know."
"Yes. . .but I think it's time we told her. We can't keep it a secret forever," Mom had answered.
I had tiptoed back to my room after I heard that. Everything was tumbling in my mind-why did "he" want revenge, who was "he" anyway, where was "there". . .
But now, at the funeral, all I could think of was how Mom and Dad were lying to everyone. They were doing a pretty good job of pretending, I thought. Mom and Dad were both dressed in black-Mom in a long velvet dress and Dad in a suit--and crying softly. Mom looked like a mess. She hadn't even put her hair in her traditional buns-it was all dragging down, making puddles at her feet.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, the "funeral" was over and we were going home.
Or so I thought.
"Diana," Mom asked. "Do you have that key with you?"
I nodded. After I had discovered it in my pocket, I put it around my neck and hadn't taken it off since.
"Oh good," Mom sighed, looking at Dad. I wondered why she wanted to know about the key so bad. Dad nodded softly and Mom smiled a little, pushing strands of that incredibly long hair behind her ear.
I stared out the window some more, waiting for a certain turn Dad always makes when we're going home. We approached the exit-
"Um Dad, we passed our exit," I said.
"I know," he whispered, and kept driving on.
And drove we did for hours and hours, passing Azalea Town, Goldenrod City, until I realized it-
"Why are we going to Ecruteak City?" I asked.
Mom started sobbing, and Dad was busy comforting her and driving, so my question remained unanswered.
We pulled into a parking lot near the Pokemon Center. Mom jumped out of the car, lugging her hair with her.
"Are we here to see Princess and Shane?" I asked. Even though it was a week later, Shane was still unable to come back-I had spoken to Danielle on the phone and it seemed Shane had hit his head also-he kept talking about really strange things and was still disappearing all the time.
"No," Mom said, walking quickly, trying not to trip over her dress and hair. Dad grabbed her hand and she stopped.
"Diana," Mom started. "I don't know how to explain this, but-"
"Not now, not here," Dad interrupted.
"Should we. . .just. . ." Mom stammered.
"That would be best," Dad agreed.
I felt really lost-I had when Mom and Dad talk in half-sentences only they can understand. Mom grabbed my hand, as if I were five again, and the three of us jogged into a forest.
It was beautiful, I must admit. The trees were all perfectly green, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw a clean, glistening lake.
The lake is what we walked to. It was even more pretty up close-it was clear, deep, and still, but looked uninhabited. Come to think of it, I hadn't even seen a Pigeot or Sentret or any Pokemon.
Mom let go of my hand and stared at the lake. After what seemed like forever, she reached into a pocket on her dressed and pulled something out, closed in her hand. She turned to me.
"Diana," she said. "This. . .this is the start of many shocks to you. And. . .I . . .well. . ."
She opened my hand and placed the object in it, closing my fingers over it. I opened them immediately and saw Mom had put a Pokeball in my hands.
"A Pokeball?" I asked. "What-"
"Don't ask anything, not yet," Mom said. "All I'm going to tell you now is. . .is. . ." She swallowed. "Don't open that Pokeball, don't throw it, unless you have no other way out." She stared at my shocked face as I placed the crimson and white object in my pocket.
"Now," she said. "Can I have that key?"
I nodded, still a little confused, and undid the chain to the key. I handed it to Mom, and she really surprised me.
She took a few steps back, then ran and dove into the water.
I yelped, but Dad didn't look surprised. He looked a little. . .wistful. I watched Mom gracefully swim deeper and deeper into the lake, her long, long hair floating around.
Finally she swam so deep I couldn't see her anymore. It had been five minutes, and I was crying, thinking she had drowned. Dad put and arm around my shoulder and told me not to worry.
All of a sudden, a stream of water shot up from the lake, and to my surprise, the key was on the stream. The golden object landed at my feet.
"Dad, I. . ."
"Put the key on," he said. "And follow me."
I slipped the chain back on, made sure the Pokeball was secure in my pocket, and watched Dad dive into the lake.
"I'm supposed to follow you?!" I cried.
Dad poked his head over the top. "Diana, you're going to be asking a lot of questions, but for now, just go with it and don't ask anything."
I took a deep breath, held my nose, and cannon-balled into the lake. Dad grabbed my hand as we swam deeper to the bottom.
I thought after a few seconds my lungs would burst, but strangely, it seemed easier to hold my breath underwater the deeper we got.
After a little while, I saw a-door? It looked a little like a safe, like at the bank, but it had a keyhole instead of a dial, and it was covered in algae and plants.
Dad motioned for me to hand him the key. I tried to find the clasp, but I couldn't underwater, so I just yanked the chain and broke it. Dad put the key into the keyhole and grabbed the handle, which looked a little like the snake creature on the key. My lungs were about to burst and I thought of swimming back to the surface so I could breathe, but then Dad got the door open.
He looked at me, grabbed my hand again, and jumped into the little doorway the door had opened. I had no choice but to follow.
We were in complete darkness at first, because the door had somehow slammed shut behind us. I had no clue where I was going, until I saw tiny dots of light. It turned out Dad and I were sliding down a water-slide type thing. I was able to keep my head up some of the time so I could breathe.
Finally we landed with a thud.
I groaned and stood up, trying to squeeze all of the water out of my hair. "Dad, what the heck was that-" I was cut off when I looked up.
I had no idea where I was-but it still felt like I knew, just a little. It was such a strange feeling. The walls and floor were lined with a crystal and stone type substance. Baskets filled with roses and various other flowers were hanging from the ceiling, in full bloom. A huge pool with crystal clear water, at least three times bigger than the lake, was in the center of wherever I was. Two huge pairs of doors were on either side of the room, and a smaller door was imbedded in the crystal and stone.
"Dad?" I whispered, and it still gave an echo. "Where are we?"
~*~*~
Yeah, a kind of short chapter, but STUFF will happen. Muhahahaha. And soon this story will answer your question of "When'sshegonnagettheegg???" Hanni ^_~ -cough-