Post by Detti on Jan 23, 2016 22:24:42 GMT
For the first time in years, Creation Day was the highlight of Detti's year. No longer would she have to look on, bereft and burning with jealousy, as hordes of youngsters swarmed to the town lab and set out for Route 1 with grins plastered on their faces and shiny new Poké Balls glinting in the sun. This year, that grin and that starter Pokémon were going to be hers. This year, she was finally setting out on her journey.
She only wished she could set out sooner. Not that she hadn't done everything humanly possible to make it happen anyway, short of camping outside the lab overnight. She knew from past years that people started showing up shortly after dawn. All she had to do was sit herself down before dawn and smile pointedly at everyone who even looked like they might try to push in front of her. Yes, she had done everything right. The problem wasn't with her. It was her babysitter. The one reason that Detti's father had allowed her to become a Trainer - the promise that she would be chaperoned - and James had the nerve to be late? Where was his work ethic? His sense of duty? His excitement at being part of history? She would be telling the Professor about his poor choice of sons, no question about it.
Still, she shouldn't dwell on it. She wanted to make a good impression, and scowling in the direction of Route 1 would not endear her to the Professor. Her face relaxed into something more friendly as she tugged on her sleeves, neatened the bow around her braid and checked her shoes were polished yet again. And just in time - the doors of the lab were opening. She straightened her spine, rolled her shoulders back and marched into the lab as if she owned the place.
"Good morning, Mr. Professor!"
She only wished she could set out sooner. Not that she hadn't done everything humanly possible to make it happen anyway, short of camping outside the lab overnight. She knew from past years that people started showing up shortly after dawn. All she had to do was sit herself down before dawn and smile pointedly at everyone who even looked like they might try to push in front of her. Yes, she had done everything right. The problem wasn't with her. It was her babysitter. The one reason that Detti's father had allowed her to become a Trainer - the promise that she would be chaperoned - and James had the nerve to be late? Where was his work ethic? His sense of duty? His excitement at being part of history? She would be telling the Professor about his poor choice of sons, no question about it.
Still, she shouldn't dwell on it. She wanted to make a good impression, and scowling in the direction of Route 1 would not endear her to the Professor. Her face relaxed into something more friendly as she tugged on her sleeves, neatened the bow around her braid and checked her shoes were polished yet again. And just in time - the doors of the lab were opening. She straightened her spine, rolled her shoulders back and marched into the lab as if she owned the place.
"Good morning, Mr. Professor!"
