Tory closed the door behind him as he entered his house. He was still smiling about his ticket. "Why are you so happy?" spat his twin sister, Terri. She was sitting in a fan back chair in the corner of the living room. Tory reached inside his pants pocket and pulled out the ticket. The edges were gilded; something that Tory somehow did not see when he first received the ticket. Terri jumped out of the chair and ran up to him. "How did you get this?"
"The final four contestants won it," he said happily. "The final battle will happen on the Seafoam Islands!"
"This is so unfair!" she shouted. "Why do you always get to win things and stuff." Terri was still trying to get over her loss. She stomped back to her chair and sat down with her arms crossed.
"Don't get mad at me. I wasn't the one who kept using the same Pokemon over and over." He shoved the ticket back in his pocket. "I tried to warn you." He walked out of the room and into his bedroom. Tory's Pineco was hanging from his ceiling. Some people would mistake his house for a Pokemon rancher's because of the way his family let their Pokemon roam about. "Hey, bud. Guess what I got." Before Pineco could answer, Tory whipped out his ticket. The golden edges gleamed in the sun light. Pineco started to rock back and forth, speaking in words Tory couldn't understand. But if he had to guess, they all summarized up as "Congratulations, I can't believe we are going to the Seafoam Islands."
He sat on his bed and read the ticket aloud, so Pineco could hear, "Congratulations Tory Spaniff. You have won an all expense paid journey to the Seafoam Islands. There, you will come across your last challenge. The challenge will remain a secret until you are on the cruise liner.
"The cruise service you will be traveling on is Pokemon Cruises. Their liners are large enough to fit most Pokemon and provide more luxuries in on place than you will see your entire life." He stopped at that sentence. "Kind of rude, eh?" Pineco grumbled an agreed.
"Your room assignment will also be given to you once you are on the ship," he continued. "This ticket only allows for one passenger, and six of your Pokemon. If you feel like it, you can bring extra Pokeballs to catch the Pokemon you will probably never get to see again." He stopped again, getting frustrated at the boldness of the ticket. "Do they think we are peasants?" Pineco laughed and Tory continued, "You are also allowed to bring a reasonable amount of luggage. We expect you to automatically know how much is reasonable. The ship will leave Friday at 11:30 A.M. at Fuchsia City Port. "
Tory looked up. It had been a tiring day. He placed the ticket on his nightstand "Hey, I am going to bed," he told Pineco. Even though it was 7 P.M. he couldn't keep his eyes open. Tory kicked off his shoes and rested.
Tory's senses came to full alert. He was awakened by violent swinging. It took the sound of his mother's voice for him to realize he was in one of her signature hugs where she swings you from side to side and your feet are fully off the ground. "Oh, I am so happy for you! I can't believe you won. Your father is going to be so proud of you."
"Mo…om pleeeease… sto…op swing...ing meeee," Tory pleaded. His mother dropped him and he fell on his bed, trying to regain his sense of balance. His mother kept going on about how much she can't wait to leave for the Seafoam Islands. "Mom, the ticket says only I can go. And I haven't won anything yet, the last battle will take place there."
Tory's mother stopped. "What?" she said, sounding hurt.
"Look," he said, handing her the ticket. She examined it carefully. When she was done, she slid it back onto his nightstand.
"I see." Her voice was less enthusiastic than before. "But still, your father will still be happy to her this." She walked out of his room.
Tory looked at his clock. It read midnight. He sighed and lay back down. He realized his Pineco was still on the ceiling and was awaken by his mother. "Sorry about that, Pineco." Pineco gave a sleepy response and they both went back to sleep.