O_O. . .Hanni. . .WOAH. O_O
And Charmer got into it! O_O . . .I'm surprised. I didn't know you liked Danny THAT much ~_^
Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh. . .but just between you and me. . .we'll see him again ^.~
What? There are other people reading? _ Oops. . .
Wow. . .I didn't expect such. . .REACTIONS about Danny's "death" -cough-. Is he REALLY that loveable? Well, I guess he is. . .once upon a time I knew the REAL Danny. . .though he definitely wasn't as nice. He didn't even sign my fourth grade yearbook -pouts-
Well, here, finally, is the first official chapter. Don't worry, it's a happy chapter. Well, I think it is. Time for NEW characters and new madness to start! Yay! Let's see if I can finish this fic before this summer!
Somehow I doubt that though. . .my dad is considering getting me a horse if I keep up my grades and get a job at the Wendy's being built in February! YAY! ^_^
Hmm. . .jelly beans for Melani. . .lemon drops for Hanni. . .anti- flammatory candies for Charmer, heh heh ~_^, and Oreo pie for everyone else ^_^
Just don't try to kill me. I know where I live.
. . .
~Chapter One~
"He wanders off, he's just lost without me, doesn't hear a word I saaaaay," I belted out into the microphone. I flipped one of the pigtails that was fastened to the top of my head over my shoulder and smiled at my audience.
"I try to give advice, I tell him twice, he won't listen, he's got to do it, his own waaaaay," I continued.
"Please, please, make it stop!" One of my best friends, Steve Mochiles, covered his ears in mock pain and buried his head into the floor.
"Shut up!" my other best friend, Ivy Sordino, giggled, and whacked Steve's head with a pillow.
"And as the song states, 'he drives me crazy'!" I said into the microphone, winking at Steve and Ivy.
"Why did you even bother to get a karaoke machine for your birthday last year?" Steve grumbled. "To torture us?"
I snorted. "Yeah, so my voice is horrible. So what? I enjoy what I do." I stuck my nose in the air.
"Which is to slowly destroy all humans and Pokemon?" Steve mumbled.
"THAT DOES IT STEVE!" Ivy exclaimed, and grabbed another pillow from my bed. I grinned and grabbed the last two, and we started whacking Steve with all of our strength.
"I surrender, I surrender!" he cried.
"With two against one, you have no choice," Ivy laughed. She stood up and twisted her long auburn hair into a bun. "I have to go soon," she sighed. "Mom's going to come and pick me up any minute."
I echoed her sigh. "Okay, okay. Mom probably wants me to ride Joker soon anyway." I rolled my eyes.
Steve noticed and frowned. "What, you don't like riding your own Ponyta?"
I shook my head. "No, I like riding him, it just that. . ." I trailed off, searching for the right words. "Even if Mom's working with one of the Rapidashes or something, she notices something about my riding and starts yelling at me about it. Like, 'Oh, you're-my-daughter-and-I'm-a-champion- jumper-or-whatever-so-you-have-to-be-exactly-like-me." I babbled.
Steve and Ivy raised their eyebrows in unison, looked at each other, then at me.
"Lindsey, I'm surprised," Ivy huffed. "I've known you practically all of your nine years of life, and you NEVER let anyone stand in your way or yell at you. It's just not. . .you."
"Nice conclusion, Detective Ivy," Steve muttered, and Ivy hit him on the head with a pillow again.
I shrugged. "People at school are one thing, Mom is another."
"Well, I don't have to be home for awhile. . .not that it's a far walk," Steve laughed, and I smiled. Steve lives next door to me, oddly, in the house my Dad lived in as a kid.
"Anyway, why don't I ride with you? Your mom can't yell if someone else is there."
I wanted him to come---he was probably right---but I shook my head. "I can't rely on you all the time," I sighed. "I might as well just ignore her, as always."
A car suddenly honked in the distance, and Ivy peered out the window. "Oops, that's my mom," she said. "Bye Lindsey!" she called as she raced out of my room.
"I guess I better go too," Steve shrugged, shaking a strand of his dark brown hair out of his eyes. Well, I call it dark brown, but Steve jokes when he's near me his hair looks incredibly light brown in comparison. I can't say I can argue with him---my hair is so dark, it's practically black. It's long, too---almost to my knees. Mom wants me to get it cut short, like hers, but I like trying out different hairstyles.
"Well, let yourself out," I said, looking under my bed for my riding boots. "See ya."
"Bye," Steve replied. He went over to my biggest window, the one with the huge windowsill that you could sit on, opened the latch, and climbed the wall of vines and flowers down.
Steve discovered he could climb those vines last year, when we were only eight, and saw they lead right up to my window. He comes by practically every day, and I don't mind---he IS one of my best friends.
I finally found my boots, and put them on. I knew Mom wanted me to wear my breeches too, but I left my jeans on, just to make her mad. I can ride Joker fine in jeans, so what was the big deal? My helmet was on my desk chair, so I grabbed that too, and ran downstairs and outside.
We have a pretty weird yard---if you can call it that. Practically every inch is space for the two Ponytas and seven Rapidashes we have, plus a tack room, feed room, stables, and a jumping course. We need so much space that we actually bought some of Steve's family's backyard, and they didn't mind. The only Pokemon they have is a Growlithe named Iggy (short for Ignite), which is their family pet, so it's not like they need the room.
I dropped my helmet on the grass and ran towards the paddock where Joker was grazing. I got his halter off a hook and let myself in.
"Oh Jooookeeer," I cooed. He looked up, some grass still hanging from his mouth, and slowly trotted over to me.
"Good boy," I smiled. I patted his neck and slipped the halter on, and led him near the tack room. I tied his lead rope to a post Dad had set up not too long ago, and went inside the tack room for Joker's tack.
I never could understand why we had so many saddles and bridles. Mom and Dad don't even ride every one of the Rapidashes---only, like, three of them. The other ones were rescued from trainers who abandoned them, and one Rapidash and the other Ponyta were actually transported here from Professor Oak in Kanto.
Wondering if I'd ever get the chance to see Kanto, I lugged Joker's saddle out and set it on the ground near him. When I went back in the tack room to get his bridle and other stuff, I eyeballed the 'forbidden tack', as I called it. In one corner of the tack room were two old, weathered saddles, bridles with bits that looked like they hadn't been cleaned in years, two really dirty saddle pads, and two halters that were old and in terrible shape. I always asked Mom and Dad why they kept all this useless stuff, but Mom would never answer straight out---Dad once started to tell what sounded like a long story, but then sighed and didn't say another word---except not to touch it.
Joker was snorting impatiently when I finally came outside. I brushed him and picked his hoofs really fast, then tacked him up. It's always an adventure tacking Joker up---he holds his breath so the girth isn't tight (the saddle's slipped to the side more than once) and he hates taking the bit. He lives up to his name.
He managed not to fight me this time, though. After double-checking the girth, I mounted and trotted him towards the jumping arena. Mom had her back turned towards it---she was in the round pen, working with one of the Rapidash. Fine by me.
I eased Joker into a canter and we flew through the course. I may have Mom's blood in my veins---I love jumping, and I'm pretty good at it---but I would never want to compete. Part of me is always nervous she's going to show up any minute and start yelling.
'Good,' I thought. 'Leave me alone.'
She would have, but Iggy suddenly came bursting out of the Mochiles' back door, happily barking, "Groooooooooowlithe!"
Mom spun around to see what the commotion was about, and saw me in the jumping arena. I inwardly groaned.
"Lindsey, what are you doing jumping in jeans?" she cried. Joker flattened his ears, and I didn't blame him.
"My breeches are dirty!" I lied.
"All three pairs?!" Mom replied. "I doubt it! And keep your heels down, and remember not to lean too forward out of the saddle. . ."
I just sat there all through her rambling. When she finally shut up, I cried, "You know what? I'm just going on a little trail ride. I'll be back in time for dinner."
"Okay," Mom answered as she turned back to the Rapidash. I rolled my eyes. This is how it ALWAYS was---Mom and I were the picture-perfect mother/daughter, but she always got on my case about jumping. As soon as one of us closed the topic, we would be sweet again.
"Mothers!" I groaned, trotting Joker off our property and onto the practically empty road. When I got onto the grass strip I usually rode on, I slowed him to a walk and we took a leisurely stroll. I wondered, as I almost always did on these trail rides, how far Cherrygrove City was on Ponytaback. Ivy and my school were in Cherrygrove City, which stunk because I couldn't see Ivy as often as I wanted to, and I couldn't walk to school like everyone else could. Oh sure, I like hanging out with Steve---after all, he's one of my best friends. But sometimes. . .he's such a guy.
My thoughts were interrupted when Joker suddenly stopped. I blinked and looked ahead. I couldn't see anything, so I tapped him with my heels. He wouldn't budge.
"Joker. . ." I sighed. "What is it?"
Something suddenly shot out from the bushes on our right, and Joker seemed to jump a foot in the air. I quickly calmed him down and dismounted, wondering what had spooked him.
I held the reins and slowly inched forward. All I could hear was the sound of Joker's hooves stomping quietly.
He looked towards the left, where some bushes were. I followed his eyes, and saw one was moving. I quietly crept forward---what if a Beedrill or Spinarak or some other creepy bug was in there?---and peered behind the bushes.
I gasped. A living creature, a Pokemon, was staring up at me with its big brown eyes, shivering, cold, wet, and hungry, even though it was a warm day.
"Joker. . ." I whispered to my Ponyta. "It's an Eevee!"
~*~*~
Holy bejebus, this was a long chapter. O_O
Anyway, I'll try and make a habit of putting up a new chapter every Friday. . .that is, if I write this during the week. Check anyway :P
Woo hoo everyone's out of the house! Yeah I can write in peace! Go me! Y'all best leave a review! I gave you jelly beans/lemon drops/PIE!! PIEEEEEEEE!!! IT COMMMMANDS MEEE!
And Charmer got into it! O_O . . .I'm surprised. I didn't know you liked Danny THAT much ~_^
Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh. . .but just between you and me. . .we'll see him again ^.~
What? There are other people reading? _ Oops. . .
Wow. . .I didn't expect such. . .REACTIONS about Danny's "death" -cough-. Is he REALLY that loveable? Well, I guess he is. . .once upon a time I knew the REAL Danny. . .though he definitely wasn't as nice. He didn't even sign my fourth grade yearbook -pouts-
Well, here, finally, is the first official chapter. Don't worry, it's a happy chapter. Well, I think it is. Time for NEW characters and new madness to start! Yay! Let's see if I can finish this fic before this summer!
Somehow I doubt that though. . .my dad is considering getting me a horse if I keep up my grades and get a job at the Wendy's being built in February! YAY! ^_^
Hmm. . .jelly beans for Melani. . .lemon drops for Hanni. . .anti- flammatory candies for Charmer, heh heh ~_^, and Oreo pie for everyone else ^_^
Just don't try to kill me. I know where I live.
. . .
~Chapter One~
"He wanders off, he's just lost without me, doesn't hear a word I saaaaay," I belted out into the microphone. I flipped one of the pigtails that was fastened to the top of my head over my shoulder and smiled at my audience.
"I try to give advice, I tell him twice, he won't listen, he's got to do it, his own waaaaay," I continued.
"Please, please, make it stop!" One of my best friends, Steve Mochiles, covered his ears in mock pain and buried his head into the floor.
"Shut up!" my other best friend, Ivy Sordino, giggled, and whacked Steve's head with a pillow.
"And as the song states, 'he drives me crazy'!" I said into the microphone, winking at Steve and Ivy.
"Why did you even bother to get a karaoke machine for your birthday last year?" Steve grumbled. "To torture us?"
I snorted. "Yeah, so my voice is horrible. So what? I enjoy what I do." I stuck my nose in the air.
"Which is to slowly destroy all humans and Pokemon?" Steve mumbled.
"THAT DOES IT STEVE!" Ivy exclaimed, and grabbed another pillow from my bed. I grinned and grabbed the last two, and we started whacking Steve with all of our strength.
"I surrender, I surrender!" he cried.
"With two against one, you have no choice," Ivy laughed. She stood up and twisted her long auburn hair into a bun. "I have to go soon," she sighed. "Mom's going to come and pick me up any minute."
I echoed her sigh. "Okay, okay. Mom probably wants me to ride Joker soon anyway." I rolled my eyes.
Steve noticed and frowned. "What, you don't like riding your own Ponyta?"
I shook my head. "No, I like riding him, it just that. . ." I trailed off, searching for the right words. "Even if Mom's working with one of the Rapidashes or something, she notices something about my riding and starts yelling at me about it. Like, 'Oh, you're-my-daughter-and-I'm-a-champion- jumper-or-whatever-so-you-have-to-be-exactly-like-me." I babbled.
Steve and Ivy raised their eyebrows in unison, looked at each other, then at me.
"Lindsey, I'm surprised," Ivy huffed. "I've known you practically all of your nine years of life, and you NEVER let anyone stand in your way or yell at you. It's just not. . .you."
"Nice conclusion, Detective Ivy," Steve muttered, and Ivy hit him on the head with a pillow again.
I shrugged. "People at school are one thing, Mom is another."
"Well, I don't have to be home for awhile. . .not that it's a far walk," Steve laughed, and I smiled. Steve lives next door to me, oddly, in the house my Dad lived in as a kid.
"Anyway, why don't I ride with you? Your mom can't yell if someone else is there."
I wanted him to come---he was probably right---but I shook my head. "I can't rely on you all the time," I sighed. "I might as well just ignore her, as always."
A car suddenly honked in the distance, and Ivy peered out the window. "Oops, that's my mom," she said. "Bye Lindsey!" she called as she raced out of my room.
"I guess I better go too," Steve shrugged, shaking a strand of his dark brown hair out of his eyes. Well, I call it dark brown, but Steve jokes when he's near me his hair looks incredibly light brown in comparison. I can't say I can argue with him---my hair is so dark, it's practically black. It's long, too---almost to my knees. Mom wants me to get it cut short, like hers, but I like trying out different hairstyles.
"Well, let yourself out," I said, looking under my bed for my riding boots. "See ya."
"Bye," Steve replied. He went over to my biggest window, the one with the huge windowsill that you could sit on, opened the latch, and climbed the wall of vines and flowers down.
Steve discovered he could climb those vines last year, when we were only eight, and saw they lead right up to my window. He comes by practically every day, and I don't mind---he IS one of my best friends.
I finally found my boots, and put them on. I knew Mom wanted me to wear my breeches too, but I left my jeans on, just to make her mad. I can ride Joker fine in jeans, so what was the big deal? My helmet was on my desk chair, so I grabbed that too, and ran downstairs and outside.
We have a pretty weird yard---if you can call it that. Practically every inch is space for the two Ponytas and seven Rapidashes we have, plus a tack room, feed room, stables, and a jumping course. We need so much space that we actually bought some of Steve's family's backyard, and they didn't mind. The only Pokemon they have is a Growlithe named Iggy (short for Ignite), which is their family pet, so it's not like they need the room.
I dropped my helmet on the grass and ran towards the paddock where Joker was grazing. I got his halter off a hook and let myself in.
"Oh Jooookeeer," I cooed. He looked up, some grass still hanging from his mouth, and slowly trotted over to me.
"Good boy," I smiled. I patted his neck and slipped the halter on, and led him near the tack room. I tied his lead rope to a post Dad had set up not too long ago, and went inside the tack room for Joker's tack.
I never could understand why we had so many saddles and bridles. Mom and Dad don't even ride every one of the Rapidashes---only, like, three of them. The other ones were rescued from trainers who abandoned them, and one Rapidash and the other Ponyta were actually transported here from Professor Oak in Kanto.
Wondering if I'd ever get the chance to see Kanto, I lugged Joker's saddle out and set it on the ground near him. When I went back in the tack room to get his bridle and other stuff, I eyeballed the 'forbidden tack', as I called it. In one corner of the tack room were two old, weathered saddles, bridles with bits that looked like they hadn't been cleaned in years, two really dirty saddle pads, and two halters that were old and in terrible shape. I always asked Mom and Dad why they kept all this useless stuff, but Mom would never answer straight out---Dad once started to tell what sounded like a long story, but then sighed and didn't say another word---except not to touch it.
Joker was snorting impatiently when I finally came outside. I brushed him and picked his hoofs really fast, then tacked him up. It's always an adventure tacking Joker up---he holds his breath so the girth isn't tight (the saddle's slipped to the side more than once) and he hates taking the bit. He lives up to his name.
He managed not to fight me this time, though. After double-checking the girth, I mounted and trotted him towards the jumping arena. Mom had her back turned towards it---she was in the round pen, working with one of the Rapidash. Fine by me.
I eased Joker into a canter and we flew through the course. I may have Mom's blood in my veins---I love jumping, and I'm pretty good at it---but I would never want to compete. Part of me is always nervous she's going to show up any minute and start yelling.
'Good,' I thought. 'Leave me alone.'
She would have, but Iggy suddenly came bursting out of the Mochiles' back door, happily barking, "Groooooooooowlithe!"
Mom spun around to see what the commotion was about, and saw me in the jumping arena. I inwardly groaned.
"Lindsey, what are you doing jumping in jeans?" she cried. Joker flattened his ears, and I didn't blame him.
"My breeches are dirty!" I lied.
"All three pairs?!" Mom replied. "I doubt it! And keep your heels down, and remember not to lean too forward out of the saddle. . ."
I just sat there all through her rambling. When she finally shut up, I cried, "You know what? I'm just going on a little trail ride. I'll be back in time for dinner."
"Okay," Mom answered as she turned back to the Rapidash. I rolled my eyes. This is how it ALWAYS was---Mom and I were the picture-perfect mother/daughter, but she always got on my case about jumping. As soon as one of us closed the topic, we would be sweet again.
"Mothers!" I groaned, trotting Joker off our property and onto the practically empty road. When I got onto the grass strip I usually rode on, I slowed him to a walk and we took a leisurely stroll. I wondered, as I almost always did on these trail rides, how far Cherrygrove City was on Ponytaback. Ivy and my school were in Cherrygrove City, which stunk because I couldn't see Ivy as often as I wanted to, and I couldn't walk to school like everyone else could. Oh sure, I like hanging out with Steve---after all, he's one of my best friends. But sometimes. . .he's such a guy.
My thoughts were interrupted when Joker suddenly stopped. I blinked and looked ahead. I couldn't see anything, so I tapped him with my heels. He wouldn't budge.
"Joker. . ." I sighed. "What is it?"
Something suddenly shot out from the bushes on our right, and Joker seemed to jump a foot in the air. I quickly calmed him down and dismounted, wondering what had spooked him.
I held the reins and slowly inched forward. All I could hear was the sound of Joker's hooves stomping quietly.
He looked towards the left, where some bushes were. I followed his eyes, and saw one was moving. I quietly crept forward---what if a Beedrill or Spinarak or some other creepy bug was in there?---and peered behind the bushes.
I gasped. A living creature, a Pokemon, was staring up at me with its big brown eyes, shivering, cold, wet, and hungry, even though it was a warm day.
"Joker. . ." I whispered to my Ponyta. "It's an Eevee!"
~*~*~
Holy bejebus, this was a long chapter. O_O
Anyway, I'll try and make a habit of putting up a new chapter every Friday. . .that is, if I write this during the week. Check anyway :P
Woo hoo everyone's out of the house! Yeah I can write in peace! Go me! Y'all best leave a review! I gave you jelly beans/lemon drops/PIE!! PIEEEEEEEE!!! IT COMMMMANDS MEEE!