Dr. Salt
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This is my first fan-fiction on this forum. Trust me there will be pokemon in the next chapters. I think that the real world of pokemon rarely would people go on dangerous journeys across the land with little contact with their parents when they are only ten. So this is going to be somewhat more of a slice-of-life story than a pokemon fan-fiction. Also, the PG-13 rating is just a precaution for a later chapter when the character learns pervy things from his friends.
Chapter 1
Who says March comes in like a lion and out like a lamb? That's just a bunch of bull. All it's done this month is rain. I'm sick it. I sighed an irrated breath. I wanted everyone to know that I was upset that I had to stay inside with them. I wanted them to feel bad for me cause all we've done this past month is play Monopoly.
"Everyone complains about the weather, but no one does anything about it. Now, Brenton, it's your turn." My brother Charles was becoming a wise ass. You shouldn't get an ego just because you graduate from college. Especially if you got a degree in English. He and his wife Kaylee were living with us because they couldn't afford ot live anywhere else. Charles worked as a substitute teacher, while Kaylee is a waiter at a restaurant downtown. I hoped they would move out soon. It was getting cramped; we barely have enough room to keep Gramma in the house with us.
Charles dropped the dice into my palm, but instead of rolling them I set them down on the wooden coffee table. "I'm tired of this game," I complained, "I give up." Just like that I walked out of the living room I went into my room and sat down on my bed.
Every year my school gave out a list of books to each grade that had things we had to read during the Summer. I hadn't gotten very far on the row of choices. I didn't like reading, it was a lot easier to just watch the movie, but my mom didn't agree on that theory. So I just skimmed. I didn't get much of the information, but I got a very basic out-line. Kind of like glancing at something and not looking back.
About thrity minutes pasted and I heard my mom call for me. I knew it was time for dinner when I propped open my door and an arousing aroma caught my attention. My Gramma prepares the food at our house, and I must say that she is good at cooking. That's not a biased decision either, because my best friendJustin said that if he could eat anywhere in the world it would be at my house.
When my mom asked if I had washed my hands I lied. In my oppion I find cleaning your hands often is pointless. You only get them dirty again a few minutes later when you pick up your silverware, and the plates certainly have lots of germs too. It's the enivitable truth. decease exists, and there is nothing you can do about.
We had already started eating when Charles cleared his throat to get our attention. "I have an something important to tell you guys." Unlike the rest of my family I kept eating. His announcements were never something that interested me, and I could tell that this would be no different.
"As you know, Kaylee and I have been married for a few months now, and we're happy to say that we are having a baby."
The suprise made me gag on my speghetti. I looked at Charles and then at Kaylee. What the hell were they thinking? They could barely afford to make ends meat for two people, how were they supposed to support three? That was so selfish. Did they not think about what this would do to our family? We had to spend a lot of money as it was.
Also, babies are gross too. All they do is eat, and when they spit up everyone 'aws' at how cute that is. If I vomited on myself people would be disgusted. They cry when your trying to sleep. I'm sure we will die of exhaustion before he becomes a toddler. I hate babies.
Kaylee bolts down the hall and the bathroom door slams. I hear her regurgitate and I feel my appetite fly out of me. I look at my mom and she is crying. She reaches for my hand. I would ask why she had broke down to tears, but its' way too obvious why she is.
My dad reaches for her hand and holds it tight. I look at Charles, he is totally mystified as to why we are upset. My Gramma sits in at the table and continues to eat, not even looking at us. I wonder whats going through her head right now. Of course I'll never find out. Gramma doesn't speak English, only French. She can understand it, but she can't dish it out.
I decided to go to bed early today. To let mom and dad blow off steam, let Charles figure out what was going on, and to let Kaylee throw up. I told everyone good night and went to my room. Sitting on my desk was my planner. My dad gets one each year from the business he works at. He never uses them so he gives them to me. I always write in it, sort of like diary, but I don't call it that cause that sounds girly.
I don't have a lock for my planner so I make do by putting rubber bands around it in a way that only I now how to undo it. There aren't things that are too private, but I don't like people reading what I write. I 'unlock' my planner and dig a pen out of pen out of my drawer. I have this thing I do where I grade each day by how much fun I had. This month has not gotten many good ratings; mainly because of the rain. I give today a D.
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