Today is the day!
I jumped out of bed, excitedly threw on something from the floor that looked good (or didn't smell as bad), brushed my teeth and ran out of my room. I slid down the stairs and made sure I said 'good morning' to mom while she was cooking breakfast. She smiled at me while a piece of toast I took was dangling from my mouth.
"We're in a rush today, aren't we now?" My mom told me, flipping some pancakes while doing so.
"Well...dad says today is the day and I do not want to miss it." I mumbled, the toast became squishy in my mouth.
My mom scolded at me for talking with food in my mouth. She absolutely hates it. She says it's not lady like. But I didn't care.
"Samantha, I'd appreciate it if you would just close your mouth when you're chewing," she scolded.
I rolled my eyes at her. I've been living with her for ten years and she still calls me 'Samantha'.
"It's Sam, mom!" I cried out, "I don't want to be called Samantha!"
"But why," she whined, "Samantha is such a beautiful name. I love that name."
As I was about to argue with her about the name thing, as always, I heard a gentle tap on the door. Excited, I ran up to the door and opened it. In all smiles, I hugged him.
"Dad!" I cried out, my head burried in his chest.
My dad softly chuckled, hugging me real tight back.
"Hey kiddo, haven't seen you in awhile! How have you been?" He took off my baseball cap and messed around with my hair. I hate it when he does that, but I pay no mind to it and cover my messy, brown hair with my hat.
"I've been good, dad!"
My mom comes to see who it is and weakly smiles.
"There's breakfast on the table if you want some," she mumbled, crossing her arms.
My dad smiles and politely declines.
"I had breakfast on the way here. The new coffee shop that opened just down the road is good enough for me."
"Yeah, I heard that place is good," My mom commented, awkwardly trying to start a conversation.
My dad smiled, "yeah, I thought the place was pretty good."
We all spent a moment in silence. There was so much tension and awkwardness in the air. I hated it. It wasn't always like this. We used to be a one, big happy family. But now we're broken and apart. And I don't know what went wrong.
"So, Sam...you want to go now?" He beamed down at me.
I immediatly got excited again. I eagerly nodded my head.
"Yes, let's go!" I took his giant hand into my tiny hand and led him out.
"Bye Samantha! Be safe, don't do anything dangerous, you two!" My mom called out.
I rolled my eyes. She still calls me Samantha...
"Bye mom!"
Tranquility overcomes me. The fresh air was well appreciated. Warmness engulfed me, it was beautiful.
"Your journey starts here, kiddo," my dad broke the silence.
"There comes a time in everyone lives where we can befriend these beautiful, mysterious creatures. All you got to do is love them unconditionally and they will return the favor. Be by their side and find them glued to the hip with you. Love them, respect them and they will be your best friends for life." He whispered in my ear.
My eyes slowly closed, imagining all of this.
"But how do I start? What do I do, dad?" My eyes flew opened, staring at him.
"That's what I'm here for, kiddo. Together, we're going to find your best friend...somewhere in this forest." He explained.
"So, come on," he lead the way to the entrance of the forest.
We spent the next half an hour, pushing away branches, truding through the uprooted forest floor. It was awfully humid in here, but it was all worth it to me. Besides I get to spend the day with my dad. He's busy a lot. We passed by a lot of pokemon. There was a handful amount of caterpies, but I wasn't sure if I wanted one. There were a lot of Weedles also, but I wasn't sure about them either. I saw Sandshrews, Pichus, sometimes Pikachus, Wurmples, Poochyenas, and a lot of other bug-type pokemon.
"You're a tough one," my dad commented after awhile. "When I was your age, I settled for a Pichu, my first pokemon."
"I don't want an electric type though, dad." I whined.
"Well...what kind do you want then?"
I truely thought to myself. What did I want?
"Dad, pick one for me. I want something that's sort of like me."
My dad smiled, "something like you?"
My dad thought to himself for a few moments. He snapped his fingers, informing me that he got an idea.
"Wait here."
"This pokemon I got is just like you to me. I believe you too will become best friends."
My eyes lit up.
"What did you get!" I asked eager, maybe too excited.
My dad chuckled and handed me the pokeball he used to capture my first pokemon.
"Here you go, Sam."
I threw the pokeball on the ground and out came a big, blue, tough looking bug creature.
"What-what is it?" I was awe struck by it's beauty, even if it was a bug-type pokemon.
"This is a Heracross, Sam. She reminds me of you, darling." My dad explained softly.
"How so?" I inquired, crossing my arms.
My dad took a moment to think about it.
"Well, she is tough, just like my little angel. Beautiful, too. This Heracross is very strong through painful situations. Even though the Heracross didn't know why it happens, she still remains strong and loving."
I look down at the forest floor, this Heracross really reminded me of myself. Dad smiled, messed with my hair and Heracross returned back to her pokeball.
"Here you go, Sam." He gently handed my new friend to me.
"Now you can start your journey together." My dad claimed, hugging me tight.
"I think I'll start very soon." I beamed down at the pokeball, my imagination of the journey taking me away from reality.