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"Green! GREEN!" The woman stood at the bottom of the stairs, white sundress blowing softly in the breeze that came from an open window behind her. Hands planted on hips, eyes narrowed, she called up again. Violet hair fell to her mid-back, a white bandanna keeping the bangs off her forehead. The woman didn't appear to be old, maybe early thirties.
"Green, I am NOT going to tell you again to get OUT OF BED!" And with that, the woman walked back into the kitchen, which just happened to be on room over. Going back to her pancakes, the woman sighed, shook her head, and rolled her eyes.
"That daughter of mine..." She couldn't help but giggle at how stubborn that child was...
"Yeah, yeah, I'm comin'..." The girl pushed her comforter to the side and yawned loudly, stretching. Her long voilet hair was messy and unkempt. She obviously hadn't slept well. She got up, and made her way into the bathroom, across the hall. Once there, she slipped her nightgown over her head, and wrapped her arms about herself, shivering at the cold. She quickly turned on a hot shower, and stepped in. A sigh of relief escaped her lips as the water flowed over her naked body. After thoroughly soaping her hair, she stepped out of the shower, turned the water off, and wrapped herself in a towel. She hurried into her room. Now that she was fully awake, she was excited to the point that she could simply burst. Hurrying into the large, walk-in closet, she closed the door behind herself, and loud noises could be heard from inside... drawers being jerked out, muttered exclamations of "This won't do", "Nope," and "Argh, why do I even HAVE this?". After several minutes had passed, a loud "YES! Perfect," was heard.
She bounded down the steps, and stood in the doorway to the kitchen. Her mom looked at her and gasped in wonder. There stood her daughter, clad in a red skirt, light blue sleeveless shirt, and light blue socks halfway pushed down into white shoes, with a red stripe over them. A white sun hat, with half a Pokéball - design, of course - coming up over the bridge. Across her shoulder, she'd slung a yellow shoulder bag. She twirled once, smiling.
"How do I look, mom?" She asked cheerily. Her hair, of course, had been combed to perfection.
"Simply beautiful. And good outfit to start your Pokémon journey in." Her mom sighed, eyes tearing up, and made her way over to Green. Green sighed.
"Mom... it's like I'm never coming back." She tried to smile. But to no avail; her mom started to cry, anyway. Green let her mother take her into a warm, soft hug that a mother always gives her children when they leave. Green hugged her mom back, and then began to walk for the door. She opened, and turned back to smile at her mom.
"Once I win at the Pokémon League later this year, I'll be back!" And with that, she was out the door. Green's mother sighed, and looked at a picture of Green when she was little that hung over the stove. Walking over and running a finger over it, her brow furrowed.
"Just like her father... I only hope that she comes back." And she went back to her cooking...
Green rode her bike down the path, going faster than she probably should have been going. She peddled faster now, eager to get to Professor Ookaido's lab. After all, she would be getting her first Pokémon mission from him. It was actually a short ride from her house to Professor Ookaido's lab, she'd be there in under five minutes. As she rode, she saw various Pokémon in the trees, and the grass near the rode. Nothing spectacular, just the normal Rattata, Pidgey, and even the occasional Spearow. Finally,her father, Professor Ookaido's was in sight. She smiled, yelled in excitement,"Hello, Daddy," and peddled even harder. She was so excited, in fact, that she didn't see the white apricorn in the road, and promptly hit it. Her bike jerked, and she flew forward over the handlebars, and right onto her back. She lay there for a moment, dazed, and then sat up.
"Ow... stupid bike..." She got up, annoyed, and then turned pale. the spokes on the front tire had been mangled! She groaned, and picked up the offending apricorn.
"Stupid little... thing..." She grumbled, and slipped it into her bag. Looks like she'd have to walk the rest of the way. Her back hurt too much to run...
"Daddy?" Green knocked on the door. Again. It was the third time she'd done so. She sighed, and then tried the door. It was unlocked. She shrugged, and walked in. It was unlike for her father to leave the door unloced.
"Helllooo? Daddy... Where you are?..." She called twice, but nobody answered. Being thoroughly annoyed, as he knew she'd be coming, Green made her way into the house, and toward his lab. As she got closer, she could hear voices. Three of them, all male. She opened the door quietly and peeked in. She saw her father and her father's assistant Tracey, (whom Green called her 'big brother') along with a boy she thought she may have recognized. Then it dawned on her who it was.
"Red?! Red?!" She opened the door all the way, feet planted firmly apart, hands on her hips, face red. She was FURIOUS. All three turned to look at her.
"Oh! Green! You're here. Good." her father smiled.
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