My very first fanfic! Warning: PG 13 later in the story...
My life took a new turn, the day Blu died.
That fateful day began like any other. My pencil drifted down my homework page, unsure what to write, and my mind drifted outside to the Lilycove bay where swimmers battled in the shallows. A Starmie faced a Luvdisc, shooting jets of water at it. I?d always wanted to be a pok?mon trainer, but the little Trainer School? well, I could still hear Ms. Johnson?s familiar words in my head: ?Kiri, you?re simply not trying enough. Think about it. If you can?t remember simple status changes, you?ll never be a good trainer??
I shook my head to clear it of those futile thoughts. There had to be more to it than just good marks. I?d be a strong trainer one day, I always promised myself.
Watching the Wingull wheel overhead, I didn?t hear the soft crackle of flames downstairs. Didn?t notice the air laced with smoke that drifted past, didn?t turn from my desk to see the flash of fire in the doorway. When I broke away from my daydream at last, it was too late. The flame had encircled my doorway. I screamed in terror. The only way out of my tiny bedroom was the little window overlooking the glittering blue sea. The flames tore across the rug, approaching me; I hoisted myself onto the windowsill, peered down, and a crowd of people stood looking at the house and shouting in alarm, but the shining sea rolled in and out again, unaware that anything was wrong. People- firemen, maybe- were pulling out a blanket, stretching it out beneath me. Frozen with shock and fear, I fell back in a dead faint.
I woke up in hospital later, and my mother was by the bedside. She had left the stove on, she said, and left for the shops. The firemen had caught me as I fell out of the window, but I was unhurt. The house was fine, too, and the fire was quickly extinguished; she kept saying: ?It?s alright, we?re both fine.? But she was sobbing all the time, because it wasn?t just the two of us. There was Blu as well. Blu, the little Swablu who had been the family pokemon all my life, who had never made it out of the burning house. He had helped Mom with the cleaning with his cotton-like wings. He had played with me, fluttering around the house as I chased him, and when I?d had a nightmare he was always there to cuddle. It would never be the same without him.
The next few days passed like a bad dream. Everything felt lonely without Blu chirping in the background. I whiled away the hours crying into my pillow. Then, one day, Mom wandered tentatively into my slightly singed room.
?Sweety,? she murmured, ?I know you?re upset, but we have to go to Mount Pyre soon. For Blu?s funeral.?
TO BE CONTINUED?
My life took a new turn, the day Blu died.
That fateful day began like any other. My pencil drifted down my homework page, unsure what to write, and my mind drifted outside to the Lilycove bay where swimmers battled in the shallows. A Starmie faced a Luvdisc, shooting jets of water at it. I?d always wanted to be a pok?mon trainer, but the little Trainer School? well, I could still hear Ms. Johnson?s familiar words in my head: ?Kiri, you?re simply not trying enough. Think about it. If you can?t remember simple status changes, you?ll never be a good trainer??
I shook my head to clear it of those futile thoughts. There had to be more to it than just good marks. I?d be a strong trainer one day, I always promised myself.
Watching the Wingull wheel overhead, I didn?t hear the soft crackle of flames downstairs. Didn?t notice the air laced with smoke that drifted past, didn?t turn from my desk to see the flash of fire in the doorway. When I broke away from my daydream at last, it was too late. The flame had encircled my doorway. I screamed in terror. The only way out of my tiny bedroom was the little window overlooking the glittering blue sea. The flames tore across the rug, approaching me; I hoisted myself onto the windowsill, peered down, and a crowd of people stood looking at the house and shouting in alarm, but the shining sea rolled in and out again, unaware that anything was wrong. People- firemen, maybe- were pulling out a blanket, stretching it out beneath me. Frozen with shock and fear, I fell back in a dead faint.
I woke up in hospital later, and my mother was by the bedside. She had left the stove on, she said, and left for the shops. The firemen had caught me as I fell out of the window, but I was unhurt. The house was fine, too, and the fire was quickly extinguished; she kept saying: ?It?s alright, we?re both fine.? But she was sobbing all the time, because it wasn?t just the two of us. There was Blu as well. Blu, the little Swablu who had been the family pokemon all my life, who had never made it out of the burning house. He had helped Mom with the cleaning with his cotton-like wings. He had played with me, fluttering around the house as I chased him, and when I?d had a nightmare he was always there to cuddle. It would never be the same without him.
The next few days passed like a bad dream. Everything felt lonely without Blu chirping in the background. I whiled away the hours crying into my pillow. Then, one day, Mom wandered tentatively into my slightly singed room.
?Sweety,? she murmured, ?I know you?re upset, but we have to go to Mount Pyre soon. For Blu?s funeral.?
TO BE CONTINUED?
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