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This is my first fan fiction, though it's been on my home page for over a year. Anyway, a lot of people have said good things about it, so I thought that (hopefully!) some of you guys would like it too. If you like it, PLEASE write a review! Your praise keeps me alive!
Disclaimer : I do not own Pokémon, nor anything related to it. The only thing I own are my OCs
The gentle sound of rain hitting a window pane filled the room. The soft red walls of the room were decorated with art. The girl who resided in this room was curled into a ball on her white bed decorated with red hearted sheets. She was softly sobbing, her head cradled in the sleeves of her soft pink sweater. She was so lonely.
The girl's name was Mandy Serence, a 13-year-old who was far beyond her years. Though she was so young, she was already in her Junior year in high school. Because of this, Mandy was put under a lot of pressure. Her teachers were very hard on her, and other kids were jealous and would always find something to tease her about. She couldn't even eat lunch in the cafeteria like the other kids. Instead, she had to eat in the nurse's office, so as to avoid it.
Mandy wanted so badly to have a friend, but she had none. Sure, some people would say they were her 'friends', but they too would tease her. She would invite people to her birthday, but no one ever came. She wished she knew if she would ever have a friend. It didn't seem like it would be anytime soon.
Mandy's parents were never really around. When she would come home after a hard day at school, she would find a note saying that they would be working late and that there was a microwave dinner in the microwave for her to eat. No one to hug her, no one to hold her when she cried, no one to listen to her problems. Just silence.
Slowly, she lifted herself from her curled position. She shifted her bare feet to the floor, lifted her head up from her sleeves and into an upright position. She still had tears streaming from her beautiful hazel eyes and her brown hair was sticking to her tear stained cheeks. She took a calming deep breath, and wiped her tears away.
"Why am I so alone? Does no one want me?" Mandy said softly, curling her knees up to her chest. "Well... if no one wants me... I'll go and find where I do belong." Mandy reached for something on her nightstand. A wooden, hollow poke ball. She had made it in wood shop and received her worst teasing yet. The object she cradled in her hands brought new tears to her eyes and a single wish to her heart.
"I... I wish," Mandy said, looking down at the object in her hands," I wish I could go to the Pokémon world, or whatever world I belong. Where I could have a new start and have fun, adventures and friends." The thought of a true home made Mandy shed tears joy. But her tears of joy soon turned to sorrow. How could she go to another world? She was trapped here, in a world she was growing to hate. Her soft tears soon turned to sobs.
As her tears cascaded down her delicate face, they fell off her chin, and thus, onto the wooden Poke Ball in her hands. As tear after tear fell onto the object, it began to give off a light glow, though the sad girl was crying too hard to notice. She only noticed when the poke ball in her hands' texture changed. When she looked down at the object in her hands was no longer a crudely painted wooden poke ball, but a well made, real, metal poke ball!
Mandy held up the poke ball closer to her eyes, to make sure she wasn't hallucinating, As she inspected the object, it began to open, and poured forth a white light. Before she could do or say a thing, the bright light enveloped her and everything around her. When the light faded, Mandy was gone and the once more wooden Poke Ball was in her place.
Disclaimer : I do not own Pokémon, nor anything related to it. The only thing I own are my OCs
The gentle sound of rain hitting a window pane filled the room. The soft red walls of the room were decorated with art. The girl who resided in this room was curled into a ball on her white bed decorated with red hearted sheets. She was softly sobbing, her head cradled in the sleeves of her soft pink sweater. She was so lonely.
The girl's name was Mandy Serence, a 13-year-old who was far beyond her years. Though she was so young, she was already in her Junior year in high school. Because of this, Mandy was put under a lot of pressure. Her teachers were very hard on her, and other kids were jealous and would always find something to tease her about. She couldn't even eat lunch in the cafeteria like the other kids. Instead, she had to eat in the nurse's office, so as to avoid it.
Mandy wanted so badly to have a friend, but she had none. Sure, some people would say they were her 'friends', but they too would tease her. She would invite people to her birthday, but no one ever came. She wished she knew if she would ever have a friend. It didn't seem like it would be anytime soon.
Mandy's parents were never really around. When she would come home after a hard day at school, she would find a note saying that they would be working late and that there was a microwave dinner in the microwave for her to eat. No one to hug her, no one to hold her when she cried, no one to listen to her problems. Just silence.
Slowly, she lifted herself from her curled position. She shifted her bare feet to the floor, lifted her head up from her sleeves and into an upright position. She still had tears streaming from her beautiful hazel eyes and her brown hair was sticking to her tear stained cheeks. She took a calming deep breath, and wiped her tears away.
"Why am I so alone? Does no one want me?" Mandy said softly, curling her knees up to her chest. "Well... if no one wants me... I'll go and find where I do belong." Mandy reached for something on her nightstand. A wooden, hollow poke ball. She had made it in wood shop and received her worst teasing yet. The object she cradled in her hands brought new tears to her eyes and a single wish to her heart.
"I... I wish," Mandy said, looking down at the object in her hands," I wish I could go to the Pokémon world, or whatever world I belong. Where I could have a new start and have fun, adventures and friends." The thought of a true home made Mandy shed tears joy. But her tears of joy soon turned to sorrow. How could she go to another world? She was trapped here, in a world she was growing to hate. Her soft tears soon turned to sobs.
As her tears cascaded down her delicate face, they fell off her chin, and thus, onto the wooden Poke Ball in her hands. As tear after tear fell onto the object, it began to give off a light glow, though the sad girl was crying too hard to notice. She only noticed when the poke ball in her hands' texture changed. When she looked down at the object in her hands was no longer a crudely painted wooden poke ball, but a well made, real, metal poke ball!
Mandy held up the poke ball closer to her eyes, to make sure she wasn't hallucinating, As she inspected the object, it began to open, and poured forth a white light. Before she could do or say a thing, the bright light enveloped her and everything around her. When the light faded, Mandy was gone and the once more wooden Poke Ball was in her place.
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