A/N: Like, hey, again! I guess that you like this if you've been reading this far! Anyway, we still need one more character. Also, if you haven't already, please send your Pokémon's move sets!
DUN Dun Dun DUN!
"Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the third annual tricycle race to Duran city! We are so glad so many of you have decided to participate. Everyone line up!" yelled the announcer enthusiastically. Lacete smiled. Victory would be hers. She could almost taste it. Though she was a bit nervous. It was hard to ride a tricycle in a kimono. She stood ready in a green kimono covered in golden raquazas. She stood proud at age twelve. Her long scarlet hair had black streaks.
"Hey kid," said another girl. She smiled down at Lacete. She had short brown curly hair. She looked like a normal girl. She wore a white shirt with black on the shoulders. She also had jeans and a pair of converse, "Aren't you a bit young to be in this contest?"
"I am twelve," she growled. The older girl blinked.
"Don't you need to be thirteen to enter?" she asked. Lacete paled. Stupid rules and regulations.
"Please don't tell," she pouted. Her eyes went wide with innocence.
"Okay. I'm Trista Hastera. Who are you?" she asked. Lacete smiled deviously. She could feel like she could use this girl to her advantage.
"Lacete. Lacete Derntruff," she said coolly. Trista smiled.
"Okay. See you in Duran," said Trista running off to her tricycle. Lacete scowled. Idiot girl. She sat on her tricycle. She looked at the poor idiot girl who would lose. Because no one would beat her. She was perfection. Her mommy said so.
"On your mark! Get set! Go!"
The people took off. Except for Lacete. She hadn't moved an inch. She never learned how to ride a bike.
"Come on, you stupid thing! Move!" Lacete shouted. She jumped a little bit, trying to kick start movement. "I command you!"
"…Please?"
Trista, who was tied for second place, couldn't help but look back and felt guilty about leaving a twelve year old girl behind. She turned around faster than anyone else could see. She zoomed in front of her and stopped she tied a piece of rope to Lacete's tricycle.
"Hold on for dear life!" Trista said.
"What…? AAAAHHHH!" Lacete screamed. The world around her was blurring around her. They were passing other tricyclists at an alarming speed. She swore to herself she would never do this again. She was thankful for her white fingerless gloves as they kept her from squeezing the handle bars to tight and cutting off her circulation. They went on for an hour without stopping. A few were a couple hundred meters behind them.
"Okay," Lacete began to yell, "Now push me so I will win."
They screeched to a stop. Trista's kind eyes became hard. She untied the rope. Lacete gasped as Trista passed the finish line. She was even more surprised that after she passed the finish line, she walked over to her and pulled her past the finish line.
"…And the first place young lady just pulled another contestant passed the finish line."
"Don't ever… tell me to throw away… my hard work… for you to be… a stupid princess…," she gasped. She then fell over. A group of paramedics came over and poured water on her head.
"Huh? How the…? Who the…? Why the…? Where am I?" she asked. Lacete looked at her carefully.
"Duran City," Lacete said cautiously.
"Oh. Really? Sweet. There is a contest there... here I want to enter!" she said softly yet in an excited tone. Lacete perked up.
"Contest you say. Then I shall win. I shall win it!"
"Well good luck to you," smiled Trista. Lacete scowled. A worthy opponent had revealed themselves. And she was almost frightening.
S/A/N:'Allo. Sorry. Denizen is sick today. That's why it is short.