"Sam! SAMMY!" The woman stood at the bottom of the stairs, white sundress blowing softly in the breeze that came from an open window behind her. Hands planted on hips, eyes narrowed, she called up again. Violet hair fell to her mid-back, a white bandanna keeping the bangs off her forehead. The woman didn't appear to be old, maybe early thirties.
"Sammy, I am NOT going to tell you again to get OUT OF BED!" And with that, the woman walked back into the kitchen, which just happened to be on room over. Going back to her pancakes, the woman sighed, shook her head, and rolled her eyes.
"That daughter of mine..." She couldn't help but giggle at how stubborn that child was...
"Yeah, yeah, I'm comin'..." The girl pushed her comforter to the side and yawned loudly, stretching. Her violet hair was messy and unkempt. She obviously hadn't slept well. She got up, and made her way into the bathroom, across the hall. Once there, she slipped her nightgown over her head, and wrapped her arms about herself, shivering at the cold. She quickly turned on a hot shower, and stepped in. A sigh of relief escaped her lips as the water flowed over her naked body. After thoroughly soaping her hair, she stepped out of the shower, turned the water off, and wrapped herself in a towel. She hurried into her room. Now that she was fully awake, she was excited to the point that she could simply burst. Hurrying into the large, walk-in closet, she closed the door behind herself, and loud noises could be heard from inside... drawers being jerked out, muttered exclamations of "This won't do", "Nope," and "Argh, why do I even HAVE this?". After several minutes had passed, a loud "YES! Perfect," was heard.
She bounded down the steps, and stood in the doorway to the kitchen. Her mom looked at her and gasped in wonder. There stood her daughter, clad in a red skirt, light blue sleeveless shirt, and light blue socks halfway pushed down into white shoes, with a red stripe over them. A white sun hat, with half a Pokéball - design, of course - coming up over the bridge. Across her shoulder, she'd slung a yellow shoulder bag. She twirled once, smiling.
"How do I look, mom?" She asked cheerily. Her hair, of course, had been combed to perfection.
"Simply beautiful. And good outfit to start your Pokémon journey in." Her mom sighed, eyes tearing up, and made her way over to Sammy. Sammy sighed.
"Mom... it's like I'm never coming back." She tried to smile. But to no avail; her mom started to cry, anyway. Sammy let her mother take her into a warm, soft hug that a mother always gives her children when they leave. Sammy hugged her mom back, and then began to walk for the door. She opened, and turned back to smile at her mom.
"Once I finish the reseacher father, me to do I'll come back later this year!" And with that, she was out the door. Sammy's mother sighed, and looked at a picture ofSammy when she was little that hung over the stove. Walking over and running a finger over it, her brow furrowed.