Daisy Laurent
#0 – First signs
It was about four o'clock in the afternoon when Daisy Laurent dragged herself back home. It wasn't because she had enjoyed the day, far from it, but it was simply because she was much too tired for her own good. It was a Monday, which just so happened to be Day's least favourite day – no pun intended – of all time. What? She couldn't help it if she had double Science first thing in the morning, even the thought of that began to make her yawn. The only thing keeping Day awake was the blazing sun, meaning that she had to put in some effort to shield her eyes.
Turning to face the door of her house, Daisy slipped her hand inside the pocket of her skirt, and pulled out a tiny silver key. Glancing at it, she was almost blinded by the amount of sunlight reflecting from it, and glaring at her pale-blue eyes. Wincing slightly, she moved her hand forward and placed the key inside the keyhole, and then turned it. With a click, the door unlocked, and the girl stepped inside.
"Salut maman!" yelled Day as she stepped inside, speaking in French, as she often did. It translated into 'Hello mum!', but her mother knew that.
Waiting for a few moments, there was no response. Typical actually, Day was surprised that she hadn't already expected this. Dad was never home at this time, obviously still at work doing whatever it was he did, and then mother would have probably been to pick up Daisy's younger brother from school, but may have stopped at a friends house simply for a chat. It wasn't uncommon though, and it really didn't bother Day. Why should it? They'd be back in about half an hour. In the mean-time, Day had some time to kill. Luckily she'd had no homework, which gave her the whole day just to relax. Parfait!
Almost falling down onto the sofa, Daisy just lay there for a little while, just to get comfortable. After a few seconds, she picked herself back up, and then picked up a small object about the size of a briefcase. Daisy's laptop. She pulled it open, and then lightly tapped the power button, causing the machine to hum softly, and then burst into life. The screen flicked on within seconds, with an array of different colours, and the humming from the laptop slowly changing pitch. Moving the mouse, Day clicked on the short cut which said 'Internet Explorer'. Within seconds though, Day was interrupted as a small icon appeared on the bottom left side of the computer.
'An Email?' she thought, as the icon was clicked, bringing up Day's emails.
All of them had been read, and they ranged from school work to things she planned on doing over the weekend. However, one at the top had yet to be read, and as such, the mouse founds its way clicking the email. Daisy read the E-mail, and in all honesty, it was ridiculous.
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Year: 2112
From: ???
To: Whoever Cares
We humans have lived on this Earth for quite a while. We evolved from being the monkeys in the trees to the apes that walk on two legs. We've drastically changed the way the world works, we've killed off many species, etc. The multitude of what we've done as a race is staggering.
We've discovered the secrets of the atom, the bacteria, our bodies, and we're getting close to teleportation technology. But what if Pokemon existed? What if? What would happen if these little creatures of mass destruction co-existed with us?
You're probably laughing at the sheer thought of this idea, correct? Well, this is my reality. This is my life.
A life with Pokemon.
Perhaps I should explain...No, I shouldn't. In these days, you never know who's listening. I'll tell you more later, okay?
If you're interested in helping, at all, please reply to this e-mail.
It may seem like a joke, but believe me, it isn't.
???, signing out.
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That must have been a joke, mustn't it? Um, Pokemon, real? Somehow, Daisy didn't quite think that was possible. Still, whatever this was, it must have been some kind of spam-email, especially considering the fact that it said it was to 'whoever cares', which Daisy assumed was indeed everyone. Lucky that Daisy spoke English too, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to understand a word of this. Still, whoever sent this seemed pretty adamant that something was wrong, and there could be no harm from humouring this ??? could there?
Daisy clicked the Reply button, and began to type in her response.
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Year: 2112
From: Daisy Laurent
To: ???
Sounds intriguing.
Je vais vous aider...