TEXT FROM: ASH KETCHUM
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I once again tap read now.
'Hey, Misty. We're in Cerulean. See you in ten.'
Well, crap.
oh, and I'm pretty sure Ash has never gotten up this early before in his life. Because I'm not even up yet.
I spring to my feet and run clumsily to my bathroom. I brush out my hair, scrub my teeth, put on deodorant then go back to my room to get dressed.
Just as I grab my breakfast drink the doorbell rings. I glance at the clock. 10:25. Eight minutes.
Man, these kids are fast.
"Misty, it's us!"
I open the door with a grin. "Real descriptive, Ash,"
He shrugs bashfully and walks in, followed by the others.
"So, you're the famous Misty?" Says an awkward May.
I nod. "Yep. In the flesh,"
"I remember seeing your performances when I was little. You weren't in them much,"
"No." I say evenly. "I wasn't. My sisters didn't and sometimes still don't find me as an equal. That's why I'm here, and not with you guys,"
Drew nods, not really saying anything.
"So, you seen Brock?" Inquiries Ash.
"Yes, actually. Yesterday, "
"Yesterday? We said he was with us when I told you, but I forgot he'd left a few days before. Oops,"
May isn't doing anything, Drew isn't doing anything, and Max is fondling with his glasses.
Boy, this is going to be fun.