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Chapter 1

10 years later...

Carol

"Wake up, Carly! Wake up, wake up!" My obnoxious step-sister screams into my ear every morning at sunrise. Someday my ears are going to fall off because of it, no kidding.

"Okay, okay, I'm up, I'm up." I mumbled, slowly getting out of bed.

My side ached like crap, and my head felt like a balloon. Just the normal reaction to a sleepless night with Beth, my step-sister.

Ever since Dad left when my real sister, Rebecca, and I were just infants, Mom said that she was depressed for a whole year. When she got better, she tried to find another parent to help take care of us.

Old Ollie married Mom when we were two. We couldn't pronounce "Cole Olly" at the time, so we've been calling him "Old Ollie" ever since. And it's true; the guy looked like Rip Van Winkle.

He had the wrinkles, the gray streaks in his hair, and the tired and sunken brown eyes. Anyway, the morning sunlight was just drifting through the window behind my dresser as I listened to Beth jumping around on the top bunk, which was really annoying because every time she did, the whole bed would shake and squeak and threaten to collapse.

I didn't tell her to stop because if I did, she would tell on me and I would be the one who got in trouble. You see, Beth acts like a cute and defenseless baby around my parents, and whenever she does something wrong, she'll always try to find a way to blame it on me.

For instance, in July my family and I always plan a week-long trip to the beach. Last year when we went, Beth wet her pants because I was making her laugh to keep both of us entertained for the long car ride to the beach. And this is what she said: "Daddy, Carly hit my Wee-wee bone!" Of course, I got in trouble. We had to postpone the beach trip 'til late August, one week before school started. It was the worst summer of my life. But anyway, back to the present.

I slowly got out a bed, taking care not to damage the bed any further. I quietly slipped into my clothes, brushed my teeth, and combed my harvest-gold hair. I walked out of my room and closed the door, just in time to run into Rebecca, my twin sister. She has dark brown hair, light blue eyes(like me, we got that from our dad), and was wearing her favorite outfit; a gray-blue T-shirt with the words "Greetings from the Internet, it's pretty much just all cats!", and navy blue jeans that had no button or zipper, so the elastic was covered with a cozy gray cloth. Her shoes had some mud on them, but the neon pink showed right through the grime.

Trouble is, that's my favorite outfit. But I wasn't wearing that today (Thank Arceus for that; Rebecca would've thrown a fit!). I had my electric blue running shoes on (that were perfectly clean, mind you), and a blue T-shirt with a peace sign made of snowflakes.

Rebecca stared at me, looking me up and down, and approved of my outfit. Together, we both walked down the stairs… and tripped on a sleeping Jirachi at the bottom.

Both of us tumbled to the hardwood floor below. "Ow!" complained my twin, "What was that for…! Oh my Darkrai… Carol… do you… see the…" "Yeah… I see it… Shh… come on, Rebecca, get off of me! I don't want a fractured spine today!"

As both of us struggled to get off of each other (Mom yelled at us for being so loud!), Jirachi didn't show any signs of waking up. But as soon as we were on our feet, the Wish pokemon shot 4 feet into the air, eyes wide open with anger. "Phione! Shut up before I… wait… oh my gosh I'm so sorry! I knew I felt something, but I thought it was… ugh, I'm so so sorry! Are you okay!?"

I was kind of surprised that I understood his speech. But he's a legendary, so he has the right for humans to understand him, doesn't he? "Yeah, we're fine, but you gave us quite a scare!" Rebecca answered calmly. She, apparently, must've already gotten over the shock of the legendary, while I, on the other hand, was still recovering.

"Oh, that's good," Jirachi yawned, stretching his short arms to the ends of his star-shaped head. "I couldn't find anywhere else to snooze, and I thought the two doors up there were the closet and attic…" I cut him off. "Wait wait wait, hold up! You're telling us that you've been here all night!? Why are you even here!?" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"Carol, what are you yelling about in there?" My mom hollered from the kitchen. Jirachi gave me a look that said Please don't tell her I'm here! "Uh, nothing, Mom, just Rebecca was really heavy on my back!" "Okay, but hurry up in there! Your waffles are getting soggy!" My mom answered back.

I checked around, then gave a thumbs-up to Jirachi for him to continue. "As I was saying, sorry about the hold up, but we need to go!" We were confused. "Go where?" Rebecca asked. Jirachi chuckled, "Camp Pokeblood. You, my good friends, are demimons."

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