Well here is the fic Ive just finished writing, Ill post the chapters one at a time.
I hope everyone enjoys, please rate!!
Introduction
I stared up at my ceiling, without a thought in the world. My life was pretty simple, I got up, I walked to school, I studies, I came home and I had fun. Nothing could complicate this.
“KAYA” Screamed a voice from below me, “IF I HAVE TO CALL TO YOU AGAIN I AM GOING TO KILL YOU” the voice continued.
Ahhhhh my mum, O.K so maybe there were a few slight complications in my world. But I couldn’t complain.
I got out of bed and tried to find something to wear, the weather seemed pretty good so I pulled out my blue board shorts and a pale blue vest. I pulled out the hair band that was tying up my hair, and let my hair fall down to its full length. My mum had always been confused why I was born with sun bleached blonde hair and bright blue eyes, as she was a bright red head with pretty dull blue eyes. I had no other family to compare myself to as my mum has convinced herself were the only ones left.
I never even knew my father……
"Are you up……" The door to my room was opening "Oh good, your dressed. Come on we better get going early or else well waste the whole day!" My mum finished.
I wondered downstairs and we walked towards the car, my little blue baby. My mum had bought it for me on my 17th birthday, even though I have never worked out to this day how she afforded it. To top it off I had passed my test the week before and was now able to drive anywhere on my own.
We pulled out of the drive way and headed towards town, we lived just off the coast in a small village called Surfers Cove. It didn’t take a genious to work out how it got its name, and I was included in one of the many “board riders” that populated our village. As we drove down the road I saw children playing with their pet Pokemon, some were deep involved in battles. Pokemon was a sore subject in our house and if it ever came up in conversation, the subject changed very quickly. I never had worked out why my mum was so against it, but was not willing to risk the chance of an argument.
We arrived in town with plenty of time, quickly my mum had disappeared into the mass of shops. I took the oppertunity to wonder around the town and see what was on offer. The usual crowd of surfers, pokemon trainers and general shoppers were bustling through the town. As I walked past the shops something caught my eye.
‘Pick your perfect pal, the new pokemon generator’
A pokemon generator? I don’t know why but I found myself walking into the store and asking the shop assistant about it.
“Its very simple! This machine will pick the perfect pokemon partner for you. If you are not happy with the choice you are free to walk away. But the machine will always chose the same pokemon, no matter how many times you try!” Explained a young boy.
“How much?!” I demanded
“That is not the point, the point is whether you truly want a pokemon” The assistant said with a smirk on his face.
I placed my hand on the sensor placed next to the machine and looked straight into the eye of the assistant. With a smirk of my own I said
“Hook me up”.
I hope everyone enjoys, please rate!!
Introduction
I stared up at my ceiling, without a thought in the world. My life was pretty simple, I got up, I walked to school, I studies, I came home and I had fun. Nothing could complicate this.
“KAYA” Screamed a voice from below me, “IF I HAVE TO CALL TO YOU AGAIN I AM GOING TO KILL YOU” the voice continued.
Ahhhhh my mum, O.K so maybe there were a few slight complications in my world. But I couldn’t complain.
I got out of bed and tried to find something to wear, the weather seemed pretty good so I pulled out my blue board shorts and a pale blue vest. I pulled out the hair band that was tying up my hair, and let my hair fall down to its full length. My mum had always been confused why I was born with sun bleached blonde hair and bright blue eyes, as she was a bright red head with pretty dull blue eyes. I had no other family to compare myself to as my mum has convinced herself were the only ones left.
I never even knew my father……
"Are you up……" The door to my room was opening "Oh good, your dressed. Come on we better get going early or else well waste the whole day!" My mum finished.
I wondered downstairs and we walked towards the car, my little blue baby. My mum had bought it for me on my 17th birthday, even though I have never worked out to this day how she afforded it. To top it off I had passed my test the week before and was now able to drive anywhere on my own.
We pulled out of the drive way and headed towards town, we lived just off the coast in a small village called Surfers Cove. It didn’t take a genious to work out how it got its name, and I was included in one of the many “board riders” that populated our village. As we drove down the road I saw children playing with their pet Pokemon, some were deep involved in battles. Pokemon was a sore subject in our house and if it ever came up in conversation, the subject changed very quickly. I never had worked out why my mum was so against it, but was not willing to risk the chance of an argument.
We arrived in town with plenty of time, quickly my mum had disappeared into the mass of shops. I took the oppertunity to wonder around the town and see what was on offer. The usual crowd of surfers, pokemon trainers and general shoppers were bustling through the town. As I walked past the shops something caught my eye.
‘Pick your perfect pal, the new pokemon generator’
A pokemon generator? I don’t know why but I found myself walking into the store and asking the shop assistant about it.
“Its very simple! This machine will pick the perfect pokemon partner for you. If you are not happy with the choice you are free to walk away. But the machine will always chose the same pokemon, no matter how many times you try!” Explained a young boy.
“How much?!” I demanded
“That is not the point, the point is whether you truly want a pokemon” The assistant said with a smirk on his face.
I placed my hand on the sensor placed next to the machine and looked straight into the eye of the assistant. With a smirk of my own I said
“Hook me up”.
