BEEP BEEP BEEP! Enter key here, mate.
‘Huh?’ Ah, British/Australian/Canadian person. I'll keep that in mind. Flannery fell on the hard wood floor in surprise. She wondered what on earth The Pokemon world is on Earth? was making that terrible sound. Looking around the room with bleary eyes, she remembered that she was back in her dorm room.
Someone from the You can cut that, if you want. next door over yelled, ‘TURN THAT FRIGGIN’ THING OFF, YOU IDIOT!’
‘All right, dummy,’ Flannery muttered. Backspace here. Reaching over to the wall plug, she grabbed the alarm clock’s plug and yanked it out of the wall. The noise ceased.
Flannery was back at The Institute of Pokemon and Collective Sciences, her boarding school, the location of some recent nightmares. This was the place that her parents had decided to send her for three years, so she could become ‘educated.' It didn’t seem like she’d fit their idea of ‘educated’ yet when she visited over the summer, so her schooling continued. Flannery wasn’t even sure what measured this educated-ness. She had been moved up a class twice last year, and was currently the youngest student in the fourth grade. On top of that, she had straight As. You can bold the "A" if you want. Most students couldn’t do that, considering all the work they were given.
Flannery rubbed her head where she’d smashed it on the floor. She sighed, and began to get ready for school. Flannery did so unconsciously, and she was drawn back to her memories of the past summer….
...Flannery awoke to the smell of waffles, Swellow-egg omelets, and fresh air when she was at home. It always felt good to sleep a few extra hours every morning, Comma unneeded. after waking up so early at school. She could walk downstairs in her pajamas, and no-one care at all. In the mornings, Flannery usually talked with her grandfather - Mr. Moore – about his Pokemon Gym and strategies that he’d used. Mr. Moore was a quirky old man with grey – previously red – curly hair and a love of poetry.
His son, Flannery’s father, was an entirely different person. They may have both had curly red hair, at one point, but her father was goal-oriented and often stern.
Walking down to the first level of her family’s house, Flannery noticed that her father was eating mounds of waffles and forking giant bites of omelette into his mouth with relish. He saw her looking at him, and laughed.
‘You don’t have to look so surprise at the sight of me eating, Suni,’ he said jokingly. Enter key here, mate.
Flannery smiled. That was her father’s nickname for her real name, Asuna. MAGICAL PRINCESS ALERT! CHECK FOR AMNESIA! At school she’d decided to use her middle name for the fun of it, and it had become the title most people called her by.
Flannery sat down at the wooden table and took a few waffles and some omelet. She didn’t like thinking about the baby Swellows Wouldn't it be Taillows? inside the cooked eggs, so she poured some salsa on it. As she was eating, Flannery noticed that her father was wearing hiking boots and travelling clothes. At the door was a backpack meant for camping.
‘Are you going somewhere, Dad?’ she asked.
Her father smiled and sat up straighter. ‘I’m going to challenge the Elite Four,’ he said proudly. ‘If Grandpa wants to retire from the gym, then I’ll be able to become the new leader.’
‘Cool,’ Flannery said with her mouth full. She swallowed. ‘Does Mom know?’
‘Yep. I told her last night after she got home from the herb shop.’ He motioned upstairs. ‘She got home late, so she’s sleeping in.’
Flannery’s father finished his breakfast and began to head toward the door.
'You’re leaving already, Dad?’
‘Yep. Sorry, Suni. I know you’ve only been back a few days, but I really have to get going.’ He ruffled her hair. ‘Tell your mother I said, "Bye!"' He ran out the door with his backpack and jumped over the ridges to the main road.
Flannery sighed. The last few days with her family had been wonderful. She hadn’t wanted to give it up so fast.
The next few weeks passed quickly. Flannery started working at the Herb Shop and managed to get enough money for a state-of-the-art Dusk Ball and some other cool stuff. She let her Pokemon – Ponyta, Slugma, and Murkrow - outside of their Poke Balls all day. Flannery could tell that they absolutely loved it, after being kept inside during school.
One day, two months after her father left, someone banged on their door in the middle of the night. Flannery opened the door cautiously, and immediately swung it open. Her father was outside, looking bedraggled and exhausted. Flannery brought him inside and sat him on the couch.
‘MOM! DAD’S BACK!’ she yelled. Her mother hurried downstairs in her bathrobe, Comma unneeded. and immediately started to make a pot of coffee.
‘Are you all right, Flynn?’ Flannery’s mother asked. ‘What happened?’
‘I didn’t win, Amy,’ he said. Flynn laid his on the coffee table and sobbed. Enter key here, mate.
The next day, her father came up to her room. He said that he’d seen her grades for her past year at the Institute, and she wasn’t good enough to graduate. Just like her father had the day before, Flannery cried, and then went back to sleep….
… Flannery looked at herself in the mirror. Waves of red hair fastened into a ponytail. Brown eyes looking mournfully back at her. She looked at her clothes. Threadbare jeans, black sneakers, and a dark blue t-shirt.
‘It’s decent, I guess,’ she muttered to herself. Flannery looked around her dorm room. It was pretty empty, just a bed, a desk, and her bureau. On the desk were three Poke Balls containing her only real friends. She grabbed them and raced out the door to the mess hall.