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Um... well, this is a fic I've been working for... a month or two, maybe. i'm only up to chapter four, but I couldn't resist posting it, just to see what people think. The first chapter's a little blah, but they get better. I hope it's original enough:
A young teenage girl sat in a school cafeteria-a large white dome, filled with hungry children-, chewing the eraser of her pencil. Her usually flamboyant red hair, tied in a ponytail loop, seemed dull and lackluster as she gazed blankly at the paper before her. It was World History: her worst subject. Her deep blue eyes glazed over as she thought about Ms. Gordon, the teacher who had issued this homework, and how the other students seemed to pick up the material right away.
She got A’s and B’s in every other class. Why couldn’t she in History? It wasn’t all that difficult. Everyone in the world had to use it, and all it required was a decent memory. Her plastic tray shook slightly as she slammed her fist onto the table. As she pressed her glittery pink lips tight together, she cautiously wrote down an answer, as if one wrong move could kill her.
“Freddie!” She looked up and saw her best friend, Alice, walking toward her. As far as looks went, Alice was top-notch. She had long, flowing, elegant auburn hair, and she had developed quickly and excessively, attracting looks from every boy in school. “Are you still doing you homework?”
“Yeah,” Freddie answered glumly. “I’m stuck with this stupid World War.”
“I have problems with that part, too.” She was lying. Alice constantly lied about her grades to lift Freddie’s spirits, but it was obvious from her 4.0 grade average that she was less than confused when it came to academics.
“You know what,” Freddie said, stuffing the paper into her pink backpack behind her black seat. “History can wait. Right now is lunch, and I’m starving.”
“Good idea,” she said, sitting down beside her. “Except for the fact that they’re serving tuna today.”
“Ugh...”
Suddenly, the scratchy intercom came on, barely understandable because of the echo caused by the room’s large size. “Winifred Allen, please come to the office.”
Freddie stood up, disgusted by the use of her birth name. “I’ll be right back,” she said, scooping up her bag, and walking out the double doors.
“Ah, Ms. Allen.” It was the bloated sound of Mr. Cartwright, the principal. “You must be wondering why I called you here.”
“Well,” she sat in one of the hard wooden chars. “I thought it was because-”
“Exactly!” he interrupted. “Your History grade is slipping to a D. The school’s Policy for Academic Excellence states that if any student’s grade slips below a C…” He paused.
“What?” she asked, shifting uneasily in her chair.
“You must get a tutor.”
Her jaw dropped to the floor. “A TUTOR!? Why!?”
“We’re very worried about your academic performance, and we-”
“But that’s not fair! I’m passing all of my other classes!”
“Well, yes, but you-”
“I DO NOT need a tutor!”
“Ms. Allen. Please try to understand-”
“No YOU understand!” She jumped out of her chair. “I REFUSE to get a tutor!”
“Winifred, sit down!”
“My name is NOT Winifred! It’s FREDDIE!”
There was absolute silence as Freddie sat at the long wooden table in the public library, waiting for her tutor to arrive. Occasionally, she would glance at some of the “nerds” that went to her school, all buried knee deep into their books. Groaning, she slumped into her chair, staring at the ceiling.
“Y’know that’s not good for your posture,” a nasally voice called out. One of the geeky teens was approaching her.
“Thanks,” she said distractedly, never looking away from the roof. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Waiting for your tutor?”
Her entire body went rigid from the fear that this creepy adolescent might be teaching her. “Er… Yeah.”
He pulled a book from his backpack. “Let’s get started then.”
They spent the next hour studying history, each second draining away a little of Freddie’s soul. She could feel herself slipping from her chair, about to collapse. She was ready for it, though. She’d do anything that would break the monotony.
“Freddie? FREDDIE?”
“Huh? What?”
“Could you get the Ice Age Era book? It’s in the history section.”
She slowly agreed, then got to her feet and trudged toward the shelves. There were thousands of books, ranging from children’s stories, to dictionaries, and Freddie had no idea where the history section was.
“Hey, what’re you doing here?” She looked behind her to see Alice peeking around a shelf.
“Thank God. A normal person!”
“Um… What are you talking about?”
“I’ve been here for an HOUR with a bunch of geeks, READING!”
“Oooooh, so you got a tutor.” She smiled. “At least now you’ll get a better history grade.”
“It’s not fair, though. On all those shows, the girl gets a HOT tutor and can’t distract at all. All I get is zit-face.”
“It can’t be that bad,” she said, ignoring the high pitched call of Freddie’s tutor. “If you just listen, you’ll probably actually learn something.”
Freddie gave an icy cold stare. “Just help me find the history section.”
“History? I think it’s over… there.” She pointed to an empty section of the library. “The really fancy looking bookshelf.”
Without a word, she walked toward the area which Alice had pointed at, and began looking for the “fancy bookshelf”. When she finally saw it, it seemed to jump out at her like a monster. It had fancy curving etchings into the side that made it look like it belonged in a palace, and it was a few feet taller than the other bookshelves. She wondered why she hadn’t seen it before.
Creeeeeeaaak! The boards were so old! It was obvious that no one had been here in a long time; surprising, since the geeks seemed to lurk here twenty-four seven. Step by step, creak by creak, she looked at every book, touching them lightly as she passed… nothing.
‘Alice said that this was the place. Where is it?’
Suddenly, she heard a short thump from behind her. She whirled around, expecting something horrible and terrifying, but only saw a blue book on the ground. Warily, looking in all directions, she knelt down to inspect it.
Once she opened it, she found that it was a diary, filled to the brim with writing, dating all the way back to 1956.
October 17, 1956
Dear Diary,
Today I received my starter Pokemon: a little Torchic! Mrs. Birch said that I would be a great trainer someday! I hope she’s right. Right now, I’m sitting about a mile outside of New Bark Town. You never realize how comfy a sleeping bag is until you’ve been walking for four hours straight! But I’m still happy. What could bring down my spirits when I just began my Pokemon journey!? Well, I’m really sleepy, so I’m going to bed.
She flipped a few pages forward, curious to find out what “Pokemon” and “Torchic” were.
September 30, 1956
Dear Diary,
I wish I had never left home. I’m in the Petalburg Forest, and I just heard a noise. It sounded like some kind of roar, and I just want to go home. Even Torchic is scared… I just heard it again. Bye.
This entry sent a few chills down her spine. Getting interested, she went to the very last page.
February 12, 1961
Dear Diary,
This may be my last entry. I’m planning to go into the tower, where the legendary beast resides. I wish there was another way, but I have to find my mother. Wish me luck.
P.S. To anyone who may read this, the world of Hoenn is in trouble. I and all of Hoenn need your help.
Freddie mouth was agape, staring at the last few sentences. What had happened to this girl? How did her diary get here? Before she could think any further, the first word of the page began to glow very faintly, followed by the rest of the sentences.
“Eep!” She threw the book to the ground, watching in horror as light began to envelop the small diary, getting brighter and brighter. “What- what is this!?” She suddenly felt light headed, and a quick glimpse at her skin revealed that she was glowing as well. “HELP! SOMEBODY HELP!”
In an instant…
Everything was black…
Chapter One: Farewell
Daleton Town
Daleton Town
A young teenage girl sat in a school cafeteria-a large white dome, filled with hungry children-, chewing the eraser of her pencil. Her usually flamboyant red hair, tied in a ponytail loop, seemed dull and lackluster as she gazed blankly at the paper before her. It was World History: her worst subject. Her deep blue eyes glazed over as she thought about Ms. Gordon, the teacher who had issued this homework, and how the other students seemed to pick up the material right away.
She got A’s and B’s in every other class. Why couldn’t she in History? It wasn’t all that difficult. Everyone in the world had to use it, and all it required was a decent memory. Her plastic tray shook slightly as she slammed her fist onto the table. As she pressed her glittery pink lips tight together, she cautiously wrote down an answer, as if one wrong move could kill her.
“Freddie!” She looked up and saw her best friend, Alice, walking toward her. As far as looks went, Alice was top-notch. She had long, flowing, elegant auburn hair, and she had developed quickly and excessively, attracting looks from every boy in school. “Are you still doing you homework?”
“Yeah,” Freddie answered glumly. “I’m stuck with this stupid World War.”
“I have problems with that part, too.” She was lying. Alice constantly lied about her grades to lift Freddie’s spirits, but it was obvious from her 4.0 grade average that she was less than confused when it came to academics.
“You know what,” Freddie said, stuffing the paper into her pink backpack behind her black seat. “History can wait. Right now is lunch, and I’m starving.”
“Good idea,” she said, sitting down beside her. “Except for the fact that they’re serving tuna today.”
“Ugh...”
Suddenly, the scratchy intercom came on, barely understandable because of the echo caused by the room’s large size. “Winifred Allen, please come to the office.”
Freddie stood up, disgusted by the use of her birth name. “I’ll be right back,” she said, scooping up her bag, and walking out the double doors.
~*~
“Ah, Ms. Allen.” It was the bloated sound of Mr. Cartwright, the principal. “You must be wondering why I called you here.”
“Well,” she sat in one of the hard wooden chars. “I thought it was because-”
“Exactly!” he interrupted. “Your History grade is slipping to a D. The school’s Policy for Academic Excellence states that if any student’s grade slips below a C…” He paused.
“What?” she asked, shifting uneasily in her chair.
“You must get a tutor.”
Her jaw dropped to the floor. “A TUTOR!? Why!?”
“We’re very worried about your academic performance, and we-”
“But that’s not fair! I’m passing all of my other classes!”
“Well, yes, but you-”
“I DO NOT need a tutor!”
“Ms. Allen. Please try to understand-”
“No YOU understand!” She jumped out of her chair. “I REFUSE to get a tutor!”
“Winifred, sit down!”
“My name is NOT Winifred! It’s FREDDIE!”
~*~
There was absolute silence as Freddie sat at the long wooden table in the public library, waiting for her tutor to arrive. Occasionally, she would glance at some of the “nerds” that went to her school, all buried knee deep into their books. Groaning, she slumped into her chair, staring at the ceiling.
“Y’know that’s not good for your posture,” a nasally voice called out. One of the geeky teens was approaching her.
“Thanks,” she said distractedly, never looking away from the roof. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Waiting for your tutor?”
Her entire body went rigid from the fear that this creepy adolescent might be teaching her. “Er… Yeah.”
He pulled a book from his backpack. “Let’s get started then.”
~*~
They spent the next hour studying history, each second draining away a little of Freddie’s soul. She could feel herself slipping from her chair, about to collapse. She was ready for it, though. She’d do anything that would break the monotony.
“Freddie? FREDDIE?”
“Huh? What?”
“Could you get the Ice Age Era book? It’s in the history section.”
She slowly agreed, then got to her feet and trudged toward the shelves. There were thousands of books, ranging from children’s stories, to dictionaries, and Freddie had no idea where the history section was.
“Hey, what’re you doing here?” She looked behind her to see Alice peeking around a shelf.
“Thank God. A normal person!”
“Um… What are you talking about?”
“I’ve been here for an HOUR with a bunch of geeks, READING!”
“Oooooh, so you got a tutor.” She smiled. “At least now you’ll get a better history grade.”
“It’s not fair, though. On all those shows, the girl gets a HOT tutor and can’t distract at all. All I get is zit-face.”
“It can’t be that bad,” she said, ignoring the high pitched call of Freddie’s tutor. “If you just listen, you’ll probably actually learn something.”
Freddie gave an icy cold stare. “Just help me find the history section.”
“History? I think it’s over… there.” She pointed to an empty section of the library. “The really fancy looking bookshelf.”
Without a word, she walked toward the area which Alice had pointed at, and began looking for the “fancy bookshelf”. When she finally saw it, it seemed to jump out at her like a monster. It had fancy curving etchings into the side that made it look like it belonged in a palace, and it was a few feet taller than the other bookshelves. She wondered why she hadn’t seen it before.
Creeeeeeaaak! The boards were so old! It was obvious that no one had been here in a long time; surprising, since the geeks seemed to lurk here twenty-four seven. Step by step, creak by creak, she looked at every book, touching them lightly as she passed… nothing.
‘Alice said that this was the place. Where is it?’
Suddenly, she heard a short thump from behind her. She whirled around, expecting something horrible and terrifying, but only saw a blue book on the ground. Warily, looking in all directions, she knelt down to inspect it.
Tanya Shelton
Once she opened it, she found that it was a diary, filled to the brim with writing, dating all the way back to 1956.
October 17, 1956
Dear Diary,
Today I received my starter Pokemon: a little Torchic! Mrs. Birch said that I would be a great trainer someday! I hope she’s right. Right now, I’m sitting about a mile outside of New Bark Town. You never realize how comfy a sleeping bag is until you’ve been walking for four hours straight! But I’m still happy. What could bring down my spirits when I just began my Pokemon journey!? Well, I’m really sleepy, so I’m going to bed.
She flipped a few pages forward, curious to find out what “Pokemon” and “Torchic” were.
September 30, 1956
Dear Diary,
I wish I had never left home. I’m in the Petalburg Forest, and I just heard a noise. It sounded like some kind of roar, and I just want to go home. Even Torchic is scared… I just heard it again. Bye.
This entry sent a few chills down her spine. Getting interested, she went to the very last page.
February 12, 1961
Dear Diary,
This may be my last entry. I’m planning to go into the tower, where the legendary beast resides. I wish there was another way, but I have to find my mother. Wish me luck.
P.S. To anyone who may read this, the world of Hoenn is in trouble. I and all of Hoenn need your help.
Freddie mouth was agape, staring at the last few sentences. What had happened to this girl? How did her diary get here? Before she could think any further, the first word of the page began to glow very faintly, followed by the rest of the sentences.
“Eep!” She threw the book to the ground, watching in horror as light began to envelop the small diary, getting brighter and brighter. “What- what is this!?” She suddenly felt light headed, and a quick glimpse at her skin revealed that she was glowing as well. “HELP! SOMEBODY HELP!”
In an instant…
Everything was black…
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