DISCLAIMER: I own pokemon. That is because today, pigs fly! Yeah right.
For the people who actually took the time read my story, I apologize for not updating for so long, but school has been really hard…kinda…ish…
Anyways…enjoy
M I S T Y
Promise Under the Sakura Tree
By Hoppip
Misty Waterflower. There is nothing special about her. But she obviously isn't your average 15 year old. She was loved by her late parents, but ignored by her sisters. Daisy, Violet, and Lily did not hate their baby sister. It's just that they had no way of communicating with each other. In their world, it's manicures, pedicures, facials, and hot guys. But to Misty, those things were useless. Sure she doesn't look like a garbage truck everyday, but she kept away from miniskirts, make-up, and anything hot pink.
Ordinary is not a word to describe her. Flaming red hair reflecting her red-hot temper cascades her well built shoulders. Her cerulean blue eyes are usually slightly covered by her ginger bangs, to hide her true emotions that are projected through her eyes. Those thick lens-less glasses she wears all the time is merely a façade. Sure she's smart, but those glasses sure brings out her wish to keep away from the society.
Misty isn't emo. She just doesn't like, uh, people. Keeping herself away from the friendly was just how she liked it. Besides reading every book she can get her hands on, she also enjoys swimming. She adores swimming to be exact. To her, water is her real home where she is always welcome, where she can release all the pain from her past, where she can think about that special little boy she met under the cherry blossoms.
Now that her sisters found a modeling gig in Pallet, Misty is able to fulfill her childhood dream, to meet that boy again under the very same tree. She isn't expecting him to be her prince charming, but her friend. The same friend that made her smile after all the years of pain and sorrow, She really wants to smile again, and perhaps laugh a little, more than anything in the world. Anyways, he made a promise, and she knows that he is going to keep it.
Today, after 10 years, Misty Waterflower is back in Pallet, and things are going to change…
Honk Honk
"Misty! Like let's go or like we're not gonna like give you a ride to like your new school!" Daisy, the oldest blond yelled from her magenta convertible.
"Like yeah! Like we're gonna be late for our photo shoot with…uh…whatever his name is!" Violet added as she applied her mascara for the eighth time.
"Like hurry uuuuuppppppppp!!!!" Lily screeched with her high pitched voice, still hitting the car horn like she's playing whack-a-mole with one hand and brushing her pink hair with the other.
Despite her sisters' complaints from outside, Misty continued tearing down her room in search for her rubber band. She wouldn't go one day without tying her hair in a side ponytail. With her new school uniform, which consists of a loose button-up blouse with a pink cherry blossom logo and initials SH, a cute petite black tie with the same pink logo, and a short plaited skirt that consists black, grey, and pale pink. In spite of the girliness of the uniform, Misty chose to wear black converse with high knee socks.
But as her sisters hollered and honked for over 10 minutes, Misty gave up her treasure hunt. She ran down the stairs of their three-story townhouse, grabbed an apple, put on her black uniform coat, put on her backpack, and tripped out the door. To her dismay, her sisters got impatient and took off without their youngest sister. Misty had no choice but to ride her bike to school, not that she had any problems with that. She'd rather ride quietly by herself than listen to her sisters rant about how their boyfriends treat them in bed.
With that note, she jumped on her red bike, not bothering to put on a helmet, and started riding to school. On the way to Sakura High, Misty enjoyed the view. Her favorite flowers, cherry blossoms, were all along the roads, dancing and swirling with the light breeze. For the first time in many years, the sides of her mouth curved slightly.
But her happiness ended really soon, as soon as she say the guy running towards her. At first she thought that he needed to the way to get to school, for he was wearing similar clothes as her except with long black pants instead of a skirt. But she dropped that thought really soon.
Suddenly the guy was right in front of her, so Misty had to stop.
"Hey! I'm sorry but I'm going to be late for school so can I please catch a ride with you?" The guy said, scratching his head and tilting his red cap.
Misty saw this coming and answered smoothly. "No. I do not know how to carry a fat person on my bike."
"For your information, I am not fat you scrawny little girl! Anyways, I was planning to carry you since you would be too slow anyways." His brown orbs suddenly turned darker.
"I forbid you to ---------" Before she could finish her sentence, the "fat" guy dragged her off her bike, carried her bridal style, and dumped her at the back of the bike. He hopped on and started pedaling like he was running for his life.
"You are going to pay for this you fat person." Misty said monotonously as she pulled on the guy's ears.
"You back there! Stop hurting me or we're gonna be late! Ow ow ow…."
"No! What you did is against the law! You are not supposed to carry someone without their consent, take over their bike, and tell them to stop hurting you! It's called self defense!"
"You, my friend is downright weird. Lot's of girls would kill for me to carry them on their bike. Boy, if my girlfriend sees me like this, she'll kill me…"
"Oh really? I guess I will help her!"
"Hey! I am doing you a favor here! You are going to get to school a lot faster than with you pedaling with your scrawny chicken legs!"
"Are you calling my legs fat you fat person!?!"
"Wha-?!?"
"You are so gonna pay for this!"
"Yeah yeah, that's what they all say…"
"All?! You did this before?"
"No!!! People in movies! Yeesh!"
"Oh. WELL SAY IT CLEARLY NEXT TIME!"
"WELL I DON'T HAVE TO IF YOU'RE SO STUPID!"
"ME, STUPID. HA! I'LL SHOW YOU WHO'S STUPID!"
"Oh my F****** GOD! A FIRE! GET OFF!"
With that said, they both screamed and immediately jumped of the fateful bike. Poor Misty watched the bike she got from mother burn ever so delightfully on the burning car that magically caught on fire before she ran there and grabbed it out before it burnt to ashes.
"YOU BURNED MY BIKE MISTER AND YOU'RE GOING TO PAY FOR IT!"
The guy was smart enough to run before she finished the sentence.
Lucky for Misty, the burning car belongs to some unlucky student from Sakura High, still flaming in the school parking lot. Besides that, Sakura High seemed like a promising high school. With four floors of oak, the smell's quite refreshing. But it meant one thing – bugs, Misty's worst fear. But she quickly shook off the feeling of spiders crawling up her legs in math class…
She walked into the elaborate front door, which creaked quite loudly as she pushed it open. Following the map she got from her sisters when she signed up, she found herself in the front office, and found a lady with swirly pink hair waiting for her.
"You must be Misty right my dear. I am your counselor, Jessie, who is also responsible for the rest of the freshman twerps in this school. Your homeroom is 203B and your teacher is Professor Rowan. Come with me twerpette."
Misty did not want to talk to this Jessie woman, so she just nodded and followed her into her homeroom. The halls were emptied by that time, occasionally with some kids running into their classrooms. They walked up the stairs onto the second floor and into the B wing, stopped in front of the door that said "Rowan's Lab". Science teacher. She thought as she rolled her eyes.
Jessie then knocked on the door and an old man with a fluffy white moustache in a lab coat came out and led her in.
"Miss Waterflower, would you please introduce yourself?" The professor asked in his husky voice.
Misty merely nodded and said boredly "My name is Misty."
Professor Rowan only coughed to her cold response. "Well Miss Waterflower, you'll be sitting next to Mr. Ketchum. Ketchum! Stand up!"
To Misty's surprise, the boy who stood up hid his face under his bright red cap, was the guy who burned her bike.
TO BE CONTINUED
DONE! I finished this in 3 hours…I know, sad T^T
But I hope you enjoyed it. The middle there was more uh…badly attempted comedy. I tried to tie it in with the anime.
Anyways, please review. Constructional criticism is always welcome. If someone would like to beta for me, I would be grateful because I am a careless person who is still a newbie in this writing business.
Until Next Time
~Hoppip