ScArLetSkye
Miss Understood. o.X
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- Seen Jan 3, 2005
Okay, so, I sorta had no time whatsoever for my old story, On the Trainer Path: Scarlet's Journey.
So, to make it up to my fans (Yeah right), I've decided to edit my story over, fix a few boring things, to spark off a new story.
Here it goes. Most of the stuff I haven't changed, but some I did.
On the Trainer Path
Location: Made up region- the Criptic region, with a mixture of Pok?mon from here and there. Don't be suprised at the starters.
Summary:
Twelve year old Evelyn Sanders has always wanted to be a trainer.
She reckons that she has enough guts, courage, and most of all, responsibility to do it.
So, why exactlly is Lyn not a trainer yet?
Her mother, Melani Sanders, went on a expedition with a Pok?mon proffessor and a group of researchers three years back. They never returned.
Her father doesn't want to lose her in that kind of way- Or so, he says.
Determined to get a grip of her own future, a frustrated Lyn runs away from home, taking a companion along with her, Rene Walker, her loyal best friend that has patiently waited for Evelyn to be allowed to go on her journey so that they could leave on their journey together.
Lyn and Rene go off, meet a new friend or two (I'm thinking of this as I write it.), and go on their way to the Criptic League.
Rating: PG
Possible romance in the future... Maybe. That means light kissing, nothing more.
Disclaimer:
I don't own Pok?mon, but I do own Evelyn, Rene, and the other characters in this story. But I do own a level 83 Latias and some other Pok?mon on Sapphire version, keh heh.
She was held back.
Her over-protective father didn't want her to start my Pok?mon journey on her 10th birthday, the usal age for kids to become Pok?mon trainers.
Evelyn asked her father, who was reading the Beech Town news as they ate brekfast on that day.
"No." The simple, yet dramatic and horrible answer given behind a newspaper without hesitation to the astonished girl, which promptly fled to her room, leaving behind a father that had lowered his newspaper and was shaking his head slowly.
Of course, there was a birthday celabration that day, but after the party lights had dimmed, crumbs of chocolate cake left on plates, floors, and seats, presents unwrapped, he chided the heart-broken supposed trainer, gave lectures and told Evelyn that she was lucky that she was safe at home.
That being on the so called journey of a trainer was dangerous.
She protested, of course, at least once every week of the month.
Long arguments essued, always ending with a strained patient, 'end-of-disscusion' remark from her father, such as 'No. I'm doing what is best for you, a thing your mother wouldn't let me do.', and a scowl from his daughter.
And he held Lyn back that year, became extremely over-protective and watched the self-consious girl like a sharp eyed bird every day.
Oh, so you ask about her social life? Nada, Lyn didn't have one.
Except for her attentive best friend, Rene Walker, Evelyn didn't have too many friends, since everyone reffered to her as the 'un-lucky one', and worried that her miserable luck would somehow spread.
Rene's birthday. A month ago, the girl recalled, today, as she was walking home from the park, kicking pebbles along the way, wistfully imagining her and her friend on their journey, with Pok?mon...
She had turned twelve. Last year, she told her mom and dad that she would start her Pok?mon journey when Evelyn did. Lyn was afraid that she'd never get to, because of her... Guilt washed over Lyn everytime as she recalled the memory of Rene standing up at the table while they all were having her birthday dinner, and announced that she still wouldn't leave, because of Evelyn...
As the years before, dissapointed murmers were heard from the adults, and the children all whispered to each other 'That sucks!', 'Too bad for Rene...' and so on.
Now here it was again. Evelyn Sanders's birthday.The day she turned twelve.
She wanted that this birthday would be different, the girl realized as she stood outside of her house, searching for the spare key to the house that she always kept in her sweatshirt pocket.
Evelyn stood there, shivering, clad in navy shorts, a grey sweatshirt with hood, plain white t-shirt with the words in permenant marker that she had scrawled in the middle of it 'When will be the time?' (She always flashed that to her dad, who grunted in dissaproval or something else.), and some plain sneakers, groping around in her pocket for the small key.
After many frustrated minutes (She always kept alot in her pockets, such as little rubber ball, paperclips, etc., so, naturally, it took a long time indeed to find it.), she wrenched out the key, jammed it into the lock, and twisted it open.
"Stupid door..." She cursed as she shut it, locking the door once more.
Humming moodilly to herself, she stomped up to her room, and went over to the mirror in her room, going into a 'thinking mode'.
Evelyn Sanders sat down there, in front of the tall mirror that rested to the floor, propped up against a wall.
Her eyes looked strangely hollow to her.
A few minutes more, and she backed away from the shaped glass, realizing something.
She wanted the life of a trainer. Pok?mon. Adventure. Fun.
And the girl didn't want to be cooped up in her house all her life, watching those other people recieve their Pok?mon, to see the excitement radiating from them as they left her home, Beech Town... No. She didn't want to be the one saying 'Goodbye! Take care!', no, Lyn wanted to be the one that waved, with her Pok?mon at her side, the one that felt the excitement.
Standing up, and brushing herself off, she knew what she had to do.
"And I'll do it even if it kills me."
So, to make it up to my fans (Yeah right), I've decided to edit my story over, fix a few boring things, to spark off a new story.
Here it goes. Most of the stuff I haven't changed, but some I did.
On the Trainer Path
Location: Made up region- the Criptic region, with a mixture of Pok?mon from here and there. Don't be suprised at the starters.
Summary:
Twelve year old Evelyn Sanders has always wanted to be a trainer.
She reckons that she has enough guts, courage, and most of all, responsibility to do it.
So, why exactlly is Lyn not a trainer yet?
Her mother, Melani Sanders, went on a expedition with a Pok?mon proffessor and a group of researchers three years back. They never returned.
Her father doesn't want to lose her in that kind of way- Or so, he says.
Determined to get a grip of her own future, a frustrated Lyn runs away from home, taking a companion along with her, Rene Walker, her loyal best friend that has patiently waited for Evelyn to be allowed to go on her journey so that they could leave on their journey together.
Lyn and Rene go off, meet a new friend or two (I'm thinking of this as I write it.), and go on their way to the Criptic League.
Rating: PG
Possible romance in the future... Maybe. That means light kissing, nothing more.
Disclaimer:
I don't own Pok?mon, but I do own Evelyn, Rene, and the other characters in this story. But I do own a level 83 Latias and some other Pok?mon on Sapphire version, keh heh.
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She was held back.
Her over-protective father didn't want her to start my Pok?mon journey on her 10th birthday, the usal age for kids to become Pok?mon trainers.
Evelyn asked her father, who was reading the Beech Town news as they ate brekfast on that day.
"No." The simple, yet dramatic and horrible answer given behind a newspaper without hesitation to the astonished girl, which promptly fled to her room, leaving behind a father that had lowered his newspaper and was shaking his head slowly.
Of course, there was a birthday celabration that day, but after the party lights had dimmed, crumbs of chocolate cake left on plates, floors, and seats, presents unwrapped, he chided the heart-broken supposed trainer, gave lectures and told Evelyn that she was lucky that she was safe at home.
That being on the so called journey of a trainer was dangerous.
She protested, of course, at least once every week of the month.
Long arguments essued, always ending with a strained patient, 'end-of-disscusion' remark from her father, such as 'No. I'm doing what is best for you, a thing your mother wouldn't let me do.', and a scowl from his daughter.
And he held Lyn back that year, became extremely over-protective and watched the self-consious girl like a sharp eyed bird every day.
Oh, so you ask about her social life? Nada, Lyn didn't have one.
Except for her attentive best friend, Rene Walker, Evelyn didn't have too many friends, since everyone reffered to her as the 'un-lucky one', and worried that her miserable luck would somehow spread.
Rene's birthday. A month ago, the girl recalled, today, as she was walking home from the park, kicking pebbles along the way, wistfully imagining her and her friend on their journey, with Pok?mon...
She had turned twelve. Last year, she told her mom and dad that she would start her Pok?mon journey when Evelyn did. Lyn was afraid that she'd never get to, because of her... Guilt washed over Lyn everytime as she recalled the memory of Rene standing up at the table while they all were having her birthday dinner, and announced that she still wouldn't leave, because of Evelyn...
As the years before, dissapointed murmers were heard from the adults, and the children all whispered to each other 'That sucks!', 'Too bad for Rene...' and so on.
Now here it was again. Evelyn Sanders's birthday.The day she turned twelve.
She wanted that this birthday would be different, the girl realized as she stood outside of her house, searching for the spare key to the house that she always kept in her sweatshirt pocket.
Evelyn stood there, shivering, clad in navy shorts, a grey sweatshirt with hood, plain white t-shirt with the words in permenant marker that she had scrawled in the middle of it 'When will be the time?' (She always flashed that to her dad, who grunted in dissaproval or something else.), and some plain sneakers, groping around in her pocket for the small key.
After many frustrated minutes (She always kept alot in her pockets, such as little rubber ball, paperclips, etc., so, naturally, it took a long time indeed to find it.), she wrenched out the key, jammed it into the lock, and twisted it open.
"Stupid door..." She cursed as she shut it, locking the door once more.
Humming moodilly to herself, she stomped up to her room, and went over to the mirror in her room, going into a 'thinking mode'.
Evelyn Sanders sat down there, in front of the tall mirror that rested to the floor, propped up against a wall.
Her eyes looked strangely hollow to her.
A few minutes more, and she backed away from the shaped glass, realizing something.
She wanted the life of a trainer. Pok?mon. Adventure. Fun.
And the girl didn't want to be cooped up in her house all her life, watching those other people recieve their Pok?mon, to see the excitement radiating from them as they left her home, Beech Town... No. She didn't want to be the one saying 'Goodbye! Take care!', no, Lyn wanted to be the one that waved, with her Pok?mon at her side, the one that felt the excitement.
Standing up, and brushing herself off, she knew what she had to do.
"And I'll do it even if it kills me."
