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My String of Fanfic(s)[Under heavy revision]
Alright since I'm pretty bored and want some critique on my writing ability I decided to start a thread here where I can post up a fanfiction or two. Feel free to post here.
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DISCLAIMER: Pokemon is not my property, but the character is mine.
Chapter One An alarm clock was ringing, disturbing the peaceful sleep of a girl. She growled, curling her hand into a fist before slamming it on the source of the noise. She was in bed, her hair disheveled and her eyes half lidded. She turned over, looking at the time on the display. 8:43 AM, it wasn’t like she cared. She rolled over in bed, wanting to sleep for a while longer. Today was supposed to be a defining day for ten, or in her case twelve year olds. Someone knocked on the door before forcefully opening it. It was her mom. “Camille Anderson, wake up or I’m going to pull you out of bed!” Her mom seemed angry, or at least frustrated. Unfortunately, when Camille failed to even twitch, her mother pulled the comforter from Camille’s arms. “Dang mom, why are you so hard on you’re only daughter.” Camille scratched her head before rubbing her eyes. “I’m hard on you because of that and because today is a special day. Today’s the day that you finally get your first pokemon.” Camille’s mother had been pushing for her daughter to get a pokemon since she should have gotten one two years ago. Camille slowly staggered up, shooing her mom away in order to get dressed. If it were up to here, she would have just gotten a desk job and not deal with all the trainer stuff. It wasn’t that she hated pokemon; it was just that she didn’t get the glory of doing it. Working your pokemon to unconsciousness in order to get a piece of metal that you could replicate in a good metal works company? It just didn’t make sense to her. She walked over to the dresser, taking out a decent set of clothing. She slipped them on, before making her way to the bathroom in the hallway of her house. She ran some water, brushing her teeth as she noticed her reflection in the mirror: Black, tangled hair, dark brown eyes, slightly tanned skin, bags under her eyes, glasses on her nose, and chapped lips despite how warm the weather was. She spit out her toothpaste as she finished the first part of her morning routine. She still needed to comb out her supposed-to-be-straight hair. She took a comb out of a nearby drawer, trying to comb out her gnarls of hair. It always did take a big chunk of time. When she finally finished, she went down to the kitchen, seeing a plate of bacon and scrambled eggs. “Oh am I supposed to say thank you, for you know forcing me to go?” She asked sarcastically. Her mom’s lips twitched before setting down a glass of milk on her table, hard. “Hey, just because we’re in private, it doesn’t mean you can sass me.” Camille grinned, holding her hands up in defense. She started eating her eggs, not saying anything else. What is it? She wondered as she finished the last bite of her food. She downed her glass of milk before eying her mother’s purgly or as she ever so originally calls it: fugly. What an obese looking pokemon. She took her eyes away, standing up and putting her dishes into the sink. Her mom seemed to have disappeared, so she went back to her room, pulling out a rather large suitcase. When she pulled it and herself to the front door her mom was there with a backpack, looking at her with a raised eyebrow. “What do you need that for?” “Uhh, that trainer survival thing.” Camille had packed a bunch of water bottles, junk food, a few pairs of clothes, a stack of video games, a game console, and of course her stuffed smeargle. Camille’s mother walked over opening the case. At least she packed some of the needed stuff. She reached into the case, taking out both the games and the console along with some clothing. Of course she had felt something softer inside and was sure it wasn’t only clothing. She gripped whatever it was and pulled out the stuffed animal. “Aw, how cute. You’re eleven years old and you still need to sleep with little Artzy?” “Hey it is perfectly normal and you know how I get when I’m alone for too long.” Camille flushed, quickly swiping back the faux pokemon. She decided to look through the rest of her cast to try and see what was left, her nose wrinkling distastefully. “Two changes of clothes and seven pairs of underwear? Do you realize how much laundry I’ll have to do?” Her mom stared at her weirdly before shaking her head and handing her a postcard. Right, Camille still needed to get her starter. Camille twitched at the timestamp. It was already almost twenty minutes past the meeting time. Of course her mother’s eyes bulged sending her out the door and running to Professor Rowan’s laboratory. “Don’t be too late! And don’t you dare try and sneak off. I expect you to come and visit and having a pokemon too!.” |
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