See i told u I wood fix it. You hav to like it now.
THE BEGINNING
Morning light crept through the crack in my bedroom curtains, waking me. I absently admired the Pokémon print, Pikachus and Starias, bent and curved with the fabric, just brushing the floor.
I smiled to myself as excitement spread through my chest. I had been awaiting this day for years. Today was the day of trainers, the annual day where three new trainers would be given their first Pokémon. I had been on the waiting list for months, ever since I had turned fifteen; I hoped I would be picked.
I carelessly brushed my chestnut hair into a loose ponytail while I picked out my clothes. It had to be something practical, in case I had to leave immediately. But then again it was an important day, I should look my best. In the end I settled on a crisp white tank top, covering myself with a leather jacket and finishing the outfit with clean dark jeans.
I briefly examined myself in the mirror, pleased with my appearance. A gleam of red caught my eye and I glanced down at my hands. Red nail polish, I probably shouldn't have painted my nails last night, but the paint work seemed whole, without chips.
Breakfast. I could smell the eggs and bacon as I opened my door and thudded downstairs. Mum had cooked my favourite. "Have you packed your bags?" She asked briskly nervously picking at her own breakfast.
"Yes Mum." I replied impatiently.
"Socks, underwear, thermals, food. Did you pack the food? It was up on the bench."
"Yes Mum. You don't need to remind me."
"Okay… just checking honey. You will call won't you? Tonight, about six-"
"I might not even get picked Mum!" My fork clattered on the plate.
"I know honey, but just in case." Her smile was warm but her eyes were starting to water.
I ducked my head, embarrassed. "I'm going to be late if I don't go now."
"Okay." Mum's chair groaned as she rose and strode over to give me a hug. "I love you baby."
"Love you too Mum." I permit the contact to last a few moments, then pull away. "I'm going to be late." I muttered.
After extracting myself from several more goodbyes and promises of contact, I hurry toward the Pokémon Lab.
9.31am…
Shit, I'm late…
There is a small crowd gathered outside Professor Oak's Laboratory. Hopeful trainer prospects and their families and friends. I paused to catch my breath.
"Soon you decided to show after all." Oh, no. I know that voice.
I straightened and glared the fifteen year old boy in the eye. "Hello Gary." I said determinedly. He thought he was so cool, what with his spiky gelled to hell hair, his mud-brown eyes, his lop-sided smile-
Stop it!
I felt myself going red, and with my pale skin I just about glow. But luckily Gary was too busy talking to notice.
"-of course I'm going to get a Pokémon, it pays to have a Grampa in the Pokémon business-"
"Can I have your attention please?" The cackle of a loudspeaker cut him off.
Professor Oak tapped the loudspeaker again. "Is this thing working…? Oh the light means it's going" The old man cleared his throat, causing a whining feedback in the loudspeaker. "Now we have chosen our three trainers. We have- right here… dammit… Oh yes! GARY OAK!"
I groaned as he smirked at me puffing out his chest and strutting like a rooster to the fore of the crowd. Professor Oak's assistant Tracy led him inside.
Of course he had to get it…
"Our second trainer is RUBY JANET!"
Of course she had to get it…
"Our third trainer is ASH KETCHEM!"
Of course he had to get it… I knew I wasn't going to get a Pokémon…
I kicked at the ground, about to leave for home when Ash called to me. "Hey Ruby! Aren't you going to get your Pokémon?!
"I'm getting a Pokémon?" I replied incredulously.
"Yeah! Didn't you hear your name called?"
I don't admit that I didn't. I can be a ditz like that.
Slowly, excitement flooded my chest.
I'm getting a Pokémon!
AN: See I told you my story was good, you just cant see it. You cant report me ne more.