Herro!! This be my first major fic soo, yeah. Hope you like it and please don't be harsh with the criticism. I have feelings and am very sensitive. I'm in sixth grade too, so I am somewhat lacking.
Part 1
High School Parties
Tori had never been to a high school party before, until then. Her brother had been watching her while their mother went out, which didn’t make too much sense to Tori, because she was already twelve. Her brother, Tyler, had dragged her along to his little high school party.
‘You’ll love it!’ Tyler had promised. Tori hated it. The rap music that all the high school kids listened to, hurt her ears. Tori’s mother had never approved of rap music. She called it “A bad influence.” Tori’s mom wouldn’t have cared though. Tori was almost completely convinced that she didn’t care. Tori’s mother was always away on business trips, and never seemed to be concerned about anything beside her work. Tori talked to her about her problems, despite the fact that she was never listening. Or so she thought. On occasion, Tori’s mom would look up and into Tori’s eyes with a look of understanding, as if she’d been there before. That was it. No, oh Tori I’ll give you some advice! Or, Tori, I’m sorry, would you like me to help? Never anything of that sort. Tori still had a glimmer of hope, though. Hope that this shell of her real mother would break, revealing the mom Tori knew was inside. She gripped her cup of punch tighter. As the song changed, Tori wished she had stayed home. She thought she was going deaf! Tori reached into the pocket of her old blue jeans, her fingers closing in around the familiar shape of her MP3 player, wrapped in standard issue earbuds. She carefully unwrapped the buds from the music player. She pushed them into her ears and switched it on.
Tori began to slip out onto the balcony of the ballroom. Nobody was there, and Tori thanked her lucky stars for her MP3. She turned and looked through the threshold where the dance was going on. Girls in short tops waved their hands up high, as the boys thrashed their feet about, Tori thought they looked rather ridiculous, and other kids just stood outside the circle, swaying and stuffing themselves with cupcakes. Tori slid her back down the bars of the well painted balcony.
She took a sip of her punch. It was bright red, she knew it was artificially colored, and it tasted of orange, despite the red color. Tori found the punch too sweet, scowled into the cup and rested her arm, still holding the red liquid, on her knee. Her eyelids began to grow heavy.
Soft music blaring from the loudspeakers suggested a slow dance.
Nobody noticed the girl on the balcony who just spilled a Styrofoam cup of who knows what, into the fountain below. Nobody noticed as a curious Treecko made it’s way up the balcony bars. Nobody noticed, as the lone Treecko poked around and began lapping up the punch. The Treecko seemed to be satisfied, so it settled itself in the crook of Tori’s bent arm. A salty tear fell down Tori’s cheeks. It dropped onto the sleeping Treecko, and Tori pulled the little Pokemon closer. It nuzzled it’s nose into Tori’s belly. Nobody noticed the twelve year old girl at the party, the one sleeping on the balcony with a wild Treecko. The one that Tyler would eventually have to carry home. Well, his Tyranitar would.
Tyler loved his sister, but had a bone illness that prevented him from lifting heavy things. He couldn’t play with her much and he had to get a check up at the doctor’s every two weeks. On top of that, he had much more homework than his sister. Tori had gotten him his Tyranitar three years ago to help him lift and carry things. Tyler would do anything for Tori, but she refused to let him. Tyler sighed and tossed his Pokeball containing Tyranitar back behind him. He crouched down and stroked Tori’s red hair.
“If only he could see you now.” Tyler bent down and whispered into Tori’s ear:
“ I couldn’t have asked for a better little sister.” Tyler carefully pushed his sister into the arms of Tyranitar, careful not to wake her, or the sleeping Treecko. Tyler climbed onto his huge Pokémon’s shoulder and gave it the signal. Tyranitar walked forward towards it’s master’s house at the beach.
Tori woke the next morning, the warm body of Treecko had left. She thought it would have gotten scared and scampered off. Tori giggled and turned her gaze to the glass door in the back of her colorful room. That was why she had chosen this room. She wanted to feel free, like the Pokémon, to come and go as she pleased. But no, she was stuck here, having to listen to her mother’s lectures on how to treat a Pokémon. She had always used them as pets. Tori felt bad for her mom’s Grovyle. Tori and Tyler both believed that a Pokémon was a thing to love, to befriend, and live with. The complete opposite of what their mother thought. The sea outside made Tori free, like the Pokémon, not a pet, but a friend. A friend of all, Pokémon and humans alike, like the Treecko. Tori hoped more than anything that the little green Pokémon would return. Tori padded out into the cold light of the kitchen. The sky was dark and grim. The clouds housed no sun or patches in which to see the sun above. Tori moved her stare to the kitchen table, where she expected her mother to be sitting. No, she wasn’t there today. Had she gone off on another trip so soon after her last one? She finally noticed Tyler, sitting in the chair, his left hand run through his blonde hair, as if he had a brush stuck there. He looked up at his sister, his hazel eyes showing that he was tired and frustrated.
“What’s the matter, Tyler?” Asked Tori, worriedly. Tyler came to stare at her.
“ Mom hasn’t come home yet. I’m getting worried. She said she’d be home at six this morning, exactly. And Tori, you know just as well as I do how she keeps her promises.” Tyler looked up through the skylight. Finally, a hole in the clouds had opened up, shining warm rays of sun on Tori’s tall brother, his eyes, made of pure amber, his hair, the color of champagne, splashed with stardust. Tori admired his ability to look good in any setting.
“I … don’t want to lose her too. No matter how lousy she may be to us, she is still our mother, and she still loves us. You and I both know that.” Tyler explained, obviously very concerned. Tori turned and didn’t say anything. She looked down.
“Tori, you know I’m right. Admit it, you love her too.” Tyler was pulling her apart, layer by layer, like an onion, revealing the true Tori.
“ I do Tyler! I do love her!” With that, a horrible gust of wind made a loud CRAACK! Tori stood bolt upright. Wind brushed her from both sides.
“Hurricane… news… should have… known!” She heard Tyler stammer. Sand and debris flew all around the house, knocking over vases and shelves. Tori felt herself get lighter and lighter, until she was just about flying away!
“ Tyler!! Help!” She yowled, desperately holding onto the black leather couch, the wind had begun to carry her away! Tyler struggled to her side, taking her hand. The wind blew Tori’s left hand from the couch. She was beginning to slip, slowly but surely.
“Let me go, Tyler! Don’t hurt yourself for me!” Tori said, her feet now out the window. Tyler gave her a stern look.
“ Never! I will not!” With that, his hand slipped from Tori’s grasp. Sand flew into her eyes, preventing her from seeing what was going on. She made a desperate grab for the windowsill. Broken glass cut into her hand, leaving a red puddle on the windowsill. The last thing Tori heard was her brother, calling her name, willing her not to let go, but in vain. The pain from the glass had taken over, and Tori, not being able to bear it, let go at the last gust of wind. She flew into the spiral of driftwood and sand, not knowing what was to come…
“ Oh! You’re awake! I thought you were a goner!” A perky voice called, from the corner of a damp cave. The thing walked into view. It was blue and had floppy ears and it smiled at Tori quite a bit. It was a Pokemon, Riolu! Wait, did it just talk?!
“ I thought you might like some gummis, I don’t have many, but here you go!” Said the happy blue Pokémon. Tori scrambled up, franticly looking around. She tripped and felt herself fall into something wet. She bolted up, and turned, but instead of the surprised human face he expected, she got the surprised yellow shape of a Pikachu!
Part 1
High School Parties
Tori had never been to a high school party before, until then. Her brother had been watching her while their mother went out, which didn’t make too much sense to Tori, because she was already twelve. Her brother, Tyler, had dragged her along to his little high school party.
‘You’ll love it!’ Tyler had promised. Tori hated it. The rap music that all the high school kids listened to, hurt her ears. Tori’s mother had never approved of rap music. She called it “A bad influence.” Tori’s mom wouldn’t have cared though. Tori was almost completely convinced that she didn’t care. Tori’s mother was always away on business trips, and never seemed to be concerned about anything beside her work. Tori talked to her about her problems, despite the fact that she was never listening. Or so she thought. On occasion, Tori’s mom would look up and into Tori’s eyes with a look of understanding, as if she’d been there before. That was it. No, oh Tori I’ll give you some advice! Or, Tori, I’m sorry, would you like me to help? Never anything of that sort. Tori still had a glimmer of hope, though. Hope that this shell of her real mother would break, revealing the mom Tori knew was inside. She gripped her cup of punch tighter. As the song changed, Tori wished she had stayed home. She thought she was going deaf! Tori reached into the pocket of her old blue jeans, her fingers closing in around the familiar shape of her MP3 player, wrapped in standard issue earbuds. She carefully unwrapped the buds from the music player. She pushed them into her ears and switched it on.
Tori began to slip out onto the balcony of the ballroom. Nobody was there, and Tori thanked her lucky stars for her MP3. She turned and looked through the threshold where the dance was going on. Girls in short tops waved their hands up high, as the boys thrashed their feet about, Tori thought they looked rather ridiculous, and other kids just stood outside the circle, swaying and stuffing themselves with cupcakes. Tori slid her back down the bars of the well painted balcony.
She took a sip of her punch. It was bright red, she knew it was artificially colored, and it tasted of orange, despite the red color. Tori found the punch too sweet, scowled into the cup and rested her arm, still holding the red liquid, on her knee. Her eyelids began to grow heavy.
Soft music blaring from the loudspeakers suggested a slow dance.
Nobody noticed the girl on the balcony who just spilled a Styrofoam cup of who knows what, into the fountain below. Nobody noticed as a curious Treecko made it’s way up the balcony bars. Nobody noticed, as the lone Treecko poked around and began lapping up the punch. The Treecko seemed to be satisfied, so it settled itself in the crook of Tori’s bent arm. A salty tear fell down Tori’s cheeks. It dropped onto the sleeping Treecko, and Tori pulled the little Pokemon closer. It nuzzled it’s nose into Tori’s belly. Nobody noticed the twelve year old girl at the party, the one sleeping on the balcony with a wild Treecko. The one that Tyler would eventually have to carry home. Well, his Tyranitar would.
Tyler loved his sister, but had a bone illness that prevented him from lifting heavy things. He couldn’t play with her much and he had to get a check up at the doctor’s every two weeks. On top of that, he had much more homework than his sister. Tori had gotten him his Tyranitar three years ago to help him lift and carry things. Tyler would do anything for Tori, but she refused to let him. Tyler sighed and tossed his Pokeball containing Tyranitar back behind him. He crouched down and stroked Tori’s red hair.
“If only he could see you now.” Tyler bent down and whispered into Tori’s ear:
“ I couldn’t have asked for a better little sister.” Tyler carefully pushed his sister into the arms of Tyranitar, careful not to wake her, or the sleeping Treecko. Tyler climbed onto his huge Pokémon’s shoulder and gave it the signal. Tyranitar walked forward towards it’s master’s house at the beach.
Tori woke the next morning, the warm body of Treecko had left. She thought it would have gotten scared and scampered off. Tori giggled and turned her gaze to the glass door in the back of her colorful room. That was why she had chosen this room. She wanted to feel free, like the Pokémon, to come and go as she pleased. But no, she was stuck here, having to listen to her mother’s lectures on how to treat a Pokémon. She had always used them as pets. Tori felt bad for her mom’s Grovyle. Tori and Tyler both believed that a Pokémon was a thing to love, to befriend, and live with. The complete opposite of what their mother thought. The sea outside made Tori free, like the Pokémon, not a pet, but a friend. A friend of all, Pokémon and humans alike, like the Treecko. Tori hoped more than anything that the little green Pokémon would return. Tori padded out into the cold light of the kitchen. The sky was dark and grim. The clouds housed no sun or patches in which to see the sun above. Tori moved her stare to the kitchen table, where she expected her mother to be sitting. No, she wasn’t there today. Had she gone off on another trip so soon after her last one? She finally noticed Tyler, sitting in the chair, his left hand run through his blonde hair, as if he had a brush stuck there. He looked up at his sister, his hazel eyes showing that he was tired and frustrated.
“What’s the matter, Tyler?” Asked Tori, worriedly. Tyler came to stare at her.
“ Mom hasn’t come home yet. I’m getting worried. She said she’d be home at six this morning, exactly. And Tori, you know just as well as I do how she keeps her promises.” Tyler looked up through the skylight. Finally, a hole in the clouds had opened up, shining warm rays of sun on Tori’s tall brother, his eyes, made of pure amber, his hair, the color of champagne, splashed with stardust. Tori admired his ability to look good in any setting.
“I … don’t want to lose her too. No matter how lousy she may be to us, she is still our mother, and she still loves us. You and I both know that.” Tyler explained, obviously very concerned. Tori turned and didn’t say anything. She looked down.
“Tori, you know I’m right. Admit it, you love her too.” Tyler was pulling her apart, layer by layer, like an onion, revealing the true Tori.
“ I do Tyler! I do love her!” With that, a horrible gust of wind made a loud CRAACK! Tori stood bolt upright. Wind brushed her from both sides.
“Hurricane… news… should have… known!” She heard Tyler stammer. Sand and debris flew all around the house, knocking over vases and shelves. Tori felt herself get lighter and lighter, until she was just about flying away!
“ Tyler!! Help!” She yowled, desperately holding onto the black leather couch, the wind had begun to carry her away! Tyler struggled to her side, taking her hand. The wind blew Tori’s left hand from the couch. She was beginning to slip, slowly but surely.
“Let me go, Tyler! Don’t hurt yourself for me!” Tori said, her feet now out the window. Tyler gave her a stern look.
“ Never! I will not!” With that, his hand slipped from Tori’s grasp. Sand flew into her eyes, preventing her from seeing what was going on. She made a desperate grab for the windowsill. Broken glass cut into her hand, leaving a red puddle on the windowsill. The last thing Tori heard was her brother, calling her name, willing her not to let go, but in vain. The pain from the glass had taken over, and Tori, not being able to bear it, let go at the last gust of wind. She flew into the spiral of driftwood and sand, not knowing what was to come…
“ Oh! You’re awake! I thought you were a goner!” A perky voice called, from the corner of a damp cave. The thing walked into view. It was blue and had floppy ears and it smiled at Tori quite a bit. It was a Pokemon, Riolu! Wait, did it just talk?!
“ I thought you might like some gummis, I don’t have many, but here you go!” Said the happy blue Pokémon. Tori scrambled up, franticly looking around. She tripped and felt herself fall into something wet. She bolted up, and turned, but instead of the surprised human face he expected, she got the surprised yellow shape of a Pikachu!
