Sitting on a bench in Striaton City
10:00
Dear Diary,
Just thinking about some stuff that has a lot to do with, well, love. I'm not sure if a bench in the city is a good place to write in here. But it's the most private place I know of. And I need some more me time before I get that Pokémon.
I had a bit of a talk with Frennel this morning during breakfast. About… love… and bullies turning into crushes. Brayden…
"Fennel, was there anyone during school who… had you in mind for…" I asked awkwardly.
"Who liked me as a girlfriend or crush?" she finished for me.
"Yeah. Was there?"
"I don't think so. No, I'd be lying. There was one boy. I'll never forget Brycen. He really liked me and would often sit with me during lunch. But then, one day, he became really cold. He left on his journey a few weeks later and I only heard he became the Icirrus Pokémon Gym a year or so ago. Why do you ask?"
"There's this boy. Brayden Clarke. He bullied me during Primary School. I'm not sure if I dreamed this, but he told me he became a bully because he himself was bullied. And now, there's this kid called N. He looks just like Brayden and he even called me 'Malteser' in Accumula Town. I think Brayden was sucked in here, too."
"You know, I think he may have been."
"Really?"
"While you were going through the prologue and everything, I looked at your room through the camera on the console so we could determine what kind of person you were. You're the one we really need, to save this region. Brayden was outside your window at the time you were sucked in and he, too, was pulled into this world."
"Wow… but why didn't Professor Juniper tell me?"
"She never noticed the green-haired boy in the window."
Poor N — I mean, Brayden. I forgive him now. But why does it have to be here? Why here in the world of Pokémon and not Australia? Why not Oz? Or Narnia? Oops! The time's run away with me again. I gotta get to the Dreamyard!
10:23