Professor Fennel's house, Striaton City

17:37

Dear Diary,

Well, what a really weird day. This morning, as I was coming out of the Accumula Town Pokémon Centre, Cheren dragged me over to this little plaza hill sort of thing to watch some weird speech. One thing's for certain, Ghetsis disgusts me. Ugh! Seriously, seeing him on the prologue of the game was bad enough. His red bionic eyepatch really creeps me out. The people over at Game Freak really couldn't have come up with a more disgusting character. Oh my gosh, only a mother could love that face! Maybe not even then!

At least he looked kinda alright. Well, by kinda, I really mean that those ceremonial robes actually make him looked like a seasoned old man who fought in one of the really major wars. Yeah, the eyes on the robes are really unnerving.

But that's not all. Ghetsis said he was a part of this creepy gang, called 'Team Plasma' and that their aim was to liberate Pokémon. How you'd go about liberating Pokémon is beyond me. And why Pokémon would want to leave us is also beyond me.

"I don't understand a word this guy's saying," I whispered to Cheren.

"Me neither, but it may be important for later, so shush," he whispered back.

I did and he was creepy as. Not only was Ghetsis on about something creepy, but the music playing in the background augmented the creepiness. Why would Pokémon be happier without us if they were happy with us?

Ghetsis is so confusing. But another kid was there. This kid looked exactly like another one… that's it! He's the one from the prologue to this game! And his name is N. N is so handsome. I think I've got a crush on him…

SNAP OUT OF IT, HILDA!

Look, Hilda, he probably doesn't even care that you exist at all. Nothing about N really matters. Not his beautiful green hair, or the way his gorgeous green eyes looked at me… what am I doing? I haven't been this head over heels since falling for former bully Brayden Butlin!

Hang on. That's where I saw N. N is Brayden! Only Brayden's hair was like this golden blonde and far shorter than N's. Maybe Brayden was sucked in here too… for some reason I hope he was.

Brayden was so mean to me at St Paul's Primary during our three years together. He called me horrible names like Toe Hand, Wart Face, Midget, and so on. To be quite frank, every single one of those names was true. But it all made me that much stronger.

Hang on. My hand is now the same as everyone else's. Yay! :D XD For the people who are reading this long after I'm gone, my left hand isn't like everyone else's. You see, I was born with this condition with the unpronounceable scientific name of symbrachydactyly, or missing digits. My whole left hand was missing with only buds for fingers. My parents asked the doctors to do a major surgery when I was about a year-and-a-half old to take the second toe from each foot and attach them to my hand. Hence the nickname Toe Hand.

I also had a lot of warts on my face when I was little. Mum and I tried everything to get rid of them, but it only made it that much worse. Hence the name Wart Face. But they're all gone now.

And I was always the shortest in the class by a head. Hence the name Midget.

I had a few friends. I used to have a diary, but it was destroyed by my baby brother, Luke. You know what little kids do to books if you're not careful.

Anyway, Brayden had no friends either. One time when we were just sitting down, and this was really rare, mind you, he told me he bullied because he himself was bullied. That was the last time. I'm starting to think that he was afraid of me. After all, the bully is always afraid of their victim. He teased me because he didn't know how to be with me.

Sorry, Diary, Professor Fennel called out for dinner. Gosh, is that the time? Later!

18:00

Enjoying the story so far? I hope you don't mind that I totally forgot about the speeches. I'll write them soon!