Electious
New Member
(Sorry for the short starter post, my next class starts in ten minutes. I'll give a more detailed intro when I get home.)
Emma sighed, trailing her hands through a flowery bush in her backyard as she walked along the edge of her small property. Tomorrow was the big day - when she would finally start her journey. Her parents had refused to let her start at the age of ten, like all of her friends, and to make matters worse, they had moved away the week before she was supposed to pick her starter. She had just moved into this new city and was not sure about anything - she didn’t even know what starters she would have to choose from, much less know anybody to go with on her journey. Taking a deep breath of air, she stepped back from the bush and looked up at her house, enjoying the feeling of the freshly-mowed lawn on her bare feet. The one-story tall blue house, with two bedrooms and a bathroom and a half, was only her home for the past week and she was already planning to leave it the next day. Oh, well. At least her parents would have more room. Turning around, she looked at the full extent of her yard - it was at least two times the side of her house. Most houses nowadays had large yards, so people could store their pokemon in safe places where they could roam outside their balls. However, Emma’s parents had never been big pokemon people - they only had one between the two of them, an unevolved Eevee that they treated like a queen. Gosh, Emma hated that Eevee. It was spoiled at obviously disliked her. Emma wouldn’t be surprised if they gave her room to the Eevee when she moved out.
The sun was already beginning to set. Emma shook her head and, flipping her bright-red hair to one side, starting walking back to the house. Her parents were already asleep - they always had to wake up around four in the morning and were out of the house by five. Emma had already said her goodbyes to them earlier - she nearly never saw them in the mornings. Her green eyes twinkled as she remembered some of her favorite memories of her parents - days at the beach before the Eevee joined the family, waterparks, plays… Her parents loved entertainment. Gosh, she loved them, but she would be glad to be on her own for the first time. She hoped that she would be able to catch up to her friends, but they were on the other side of the country (presumably) and already had five years of experience on her. She closed and locked the glass door behind her and tiptoed to her bedroom, careful not to wake her parents. She entered her nearly empty room - she had packed everything she needed in a hiking bag days ago - and tucked herself under the covers, already ready for the next day.
Emma sighed, trailing her hands through a flowery bush in her backyard as she walked along the edge of her small property. Tomorrow was the big day - when she would finally start her journey. Her parents had refused to let her start at the age of ten, like all of her friends, and to make matters worse, they had moved away the week before she was supposed to pick her starter. She had just moved into this new city and was not sure about anything - she didn’t even know what starters she would have to choose from, much less know anybody to go with on her journey. Taking a deep breath of air, she stepped back from the bush and looked up at her house, enjoying the feeling of the freshly-mowed lawn on her bare feet. The one-story tall blue house, with two bedrooms and a bathroom and a half, was only her home for the past week and she was already planning to leave it the next day. Oh, well. At least her parents would have more room. Turning around, she looked at the full extent of her yard - it was at least two times the side of her house. Most houses nowadays had large yards, so people could store their pokemon in safe places where they could roam outside their balls. However, Emma’s parents had never been big pokemon people - they only had one between the two of them, an unevolved Eevee that they treated like a queen. Gosh, Emma hated that Eevee. It was spoiled at obviously disliked her. Emma wouldn’t be surprised if they gave her room to the Eevee when she moved out.
The sun was already beginning to set. Emma shook her head and, flipping her bright-red hair to one side, starting walking back to the house. Her parents were already asleep - they always had to wake up around four in the morning and were out of the house by five. Emma had already said her goodbyes to them earlier - she nearly never saw them in the mornings. Her green eyes twinkled as she remembered some of her favorite memories of her parents - days at the beach before the Eevee joined the family, waterparks, plays… Her parents loved entertainment. Gosh, she loved them, but she would be glad to be on her own for the first time. She hoped that she would be able to catch up to her friends, but they were on the other side of the country (presumably) and already had five years of experience on her. She closed and locked the glass door behind her and tiptoed to her bedroom, careful not to wake her parents. She entered her nearly empty room - she had packed everything she needed in a hiking bag days ago - and tucked herself under the covers, already ready for the next day.