Seven
03-25-2004, 02:14 PM
He sat there, at his desk, looking out of the window. The sky was beginning to turn gray, and it would soon be dark. Still, he enjoyed his queit little sit. The peculiar sent of nice weather was in the air, it kind of smelled like the way iron tastes. That’s what grandpa always used to say anyway, before he disappeared.
The birds were whisteling, as if they were saying eachother goodnight. And while the boy was listening, utter happiness took over: spring was finaly here! This spring, he would finaly participate in the annual festivities of Fuchsia City, celebrating the beginning of spring.
The Lenta was his for the taking. The Lenta festival, in wich contestants go to the forest, to catch a bug Pokemon, was already celebrated in ancient times.
The first person who catches a bug Pokemon, is held responsible for the start of spring, and is an honoured citizen fot he rest of the year.
With the his Eevee he got for his birthday a year ago, he would certainly win, wouldn’t he? What could go wrong? He’d be the center of attention, everybody would call his name. For it was him who had truely started the spring, according to old traditions. And then, he would...
“Seven!”, a warm female voice shouted.
His daydreams were abruptly interupted. Dinner was ready no doubt.
“I’m coming mam, just wait a sec!”
“No I won’t wait “a sec”. You’re dinner is getting cold, and you know I’ve worked very hard to make it” she shouted back at him.
“I’m sure you worked really hard. You’re such a kitchenprincess, aren’t you?”
Seven got downstairs as soon as he could, and as he walked into the living room, he saw his family had already begun eating. All three of them. His little sister, Mila, his mother, Vera, and his father, Stef. And of course there was Rosa, his mothers Sunflora.
Nobody even noticed him coming in.
“Thank for waiting guys! I really appreciate it...I feel so lucky, having such social and friendly people as my family! Enjoy your dinner everyone”.
“I called you, and you said you were coming.. So, why wait? You’re fifteen, you’re old enough to get down the stairs yourself, aren’t you? And besides, why should people wait in the first place when not everybody’s there. I never understood that rule in the first place” Vera replied, certain of her case.
“Yeah..well..but you know, there something called manners. Don’t know if you’ve heard of those? But nevermind, I’m here now anyway. Let’s focus on the food!” he shouted enthuasticly, as he sat down on his chair.
He looked at his plate, that was full of spaghetti, and tomato sauce. The aroma’s rising from it were delicious, is kind of resembled the smell of fresh baken bread: but then different.
“So Seven...tell me. Are you going to participate in the Lenta this year? Now that you have a Pokemon...” Seven’s father asked.
“I’m not only going to join, I’m going to win too! My Eevee is the best there is! I mean, what could happen? All the other kids have a Weedle or something” Seven said, rolling his eyes.
“Never understimate the power of a small Pokemon, Seven...I remember, back when I was trainer...”
“You encounterd another trainer who had a Caterpie, and he whipped your Totodile’s ass, I KNOW. You’ve told that story a million times already. When will you let it go for crying out loud!” Vera yelled agitated. Her blonde hair shook wildly.
Stef mumbled something about it being unfair, but then he remained silent. Everybody ate their dinner in silence.
Seven finished first.
“Can I go to my room? I’ ve got to pick out my clothes for tomorrow. I’ve got to look good for when I get in the newspaper when I win”
“Hahaha, I wouldn’t be so sure of your victory if I were you. But sure, go pick out your clothes.” Stef answered.
Seven’s room was quite large. Some walls were purple, other were yellow. All of them were filled with posters of Pokemon. There was a giant desk under the window, with a TV and a computer on it. His bed stood in the other corner, and his closet was placed against the wall. He looked at his alarmclock, on his desk: 7:15.
“What to wear...what to wear. I ahve to have a confident look...maybe yellow” he said to himself, as he got out his yellow shirt. “But what colour pants...Black maybe?” He picked the black pants out of his closet, got them on, along with the shirt, and walked to the mirror. “Nah...this looks like I’m a Beedrill.... Maybe I should try a blue shirt, with white jeans....No definately not, white pants get dirty real easily.” He grabs some more clothes, and walks to the mirror.
“9:45?! I’ve been changing clothes for 2 and a half hours?! Well...at least I look good now.” He looked in the mirrot and felt content, his victorious look was complete: a shirt, with the print “I’m victorious”, and black trousers.
His mother walked in. Her black robe waved in the evining wind that blew trough the window.
“Have you been trying on clothes al this time? Wow...you’re even more critical than I am. Though I have t admit, what you’re wearing now..isn’t really...uhm...well..it’s not ugly. But I wouldn’t have picked it.”
She screamed, as she ducked to avoid the pillow Seven threw at her.
“Just kidding! Just kidding!!” she laughed, as she crawled over the ground.
“I’ll show you kidding! Here!” another pillow flew to Vera her head.
“No, seriously. You look great. You really inheretated my fashion sense.” She smiled. “Well, of to bed. If you’re going to win tomorrow you have to be fit”
“Sure mam...I’ll be in bed in fifteen minutes”
Seven brushed his teeth, got into his pyama’s, and was snoring loudly at 22:15.
”Seven! You won!! You really won! I didn’t think you could do it! Look at all these people chearing for you. I’m s proud of you son” Stef said. Seven looked around him. Everywhere people were chearing. “You blessed us this year, son...you blessed us with the wonderful spring” an old man said to him.
Seven looked around again. “I’m the winner!” he thought. “Seven! Seven! Seven!” the crowd screamed. All, but one man. “Grandpa?” Seven shouted at the man. The man turned around, and ran into the forest surrounding Fuchsia.
“Wait!” Seven screamed. He ran after his grandpa, who he could still see. Little twigs broke under his feet. “Wait!” he screamed again. The crowd was suddenly gone. He was all alone in the forest. “Grandpa?” he whispered. Seven suddenly felt really frightened. Where was he? He didn’t know this part of the forest! “Anyone?! Help me! Grandpa!!!!”
Seven woke up, bathing in sweat. Again...one of those grandpa dreams. He whiped the sweat of his face, and looked at his clock. 6:55.
“No use to go back to sleep again...” he mumbled to himself.
He got up, dressed himself in the clothes he had picked out the last evening, and went downstairs for breakfast.
Judging by the smell, his mother was already baking pancakes for the family.
“My my, aren’t you up early? Nervous?” his mother kissed him on his cheek.
“Nah...I had a bad dream...”
“What was it about?”
“I don’t really remember...It had something to do with cars I think” Seven lied, not wanting to mention his grandpa. His mother really hated the subject, and her father, Seven’s grandpa, was never discussed since his disappearance 7 years ago.
His mother didn’t replie, but put the pancakes on the table, along with sugar and syrup. Seven ate his breakfast queitly. As he was busy, his father and sister also came downstairs to have breakfast. Not much was said, as everyone was still tired.
The clock pointed out it was 8:30.
“You should get going. The ceremony starts in fifteen minutes. And you don’t want to be late, now do you?” Vera grabbed her and Seven’s coats. “Here, I’ll walk you there” she said, as she gave Seven his coat.
“Thanks mom.” He got on his coat, grabbed his Pokeball with Eevee, and they both walked out.
“Bye dad! Bye Mila! Wish me luck!”
“LUCK!” they both screamed as loud as they could.
Seven got outside, together with his mom. The sky was blue, the sun was shining gently. A subtle wind was rustling trough the fresh levaes in the treas.
“Well, at least the weather’s good, right Sev?”
“Yes...at least the weather’s good” he replied.
It was a small walk to the place where the ceremony was held, maybe 5 minutes. When they got there, there were already a lot of people there, all excitedly waiting for the start of the ceremony.
“Ladies and gentlemen....” the mayor started his opening speech.
“We’re going to win this, right Eevee?” Seven said to the Pokeball in his hand.
“As you all know, today is the day spring will arrive in our little town. Today, the bug Pokemon will bless us once again. Today, a new winner will arise in our midst.
And now...ladies and gentlemen...I pronounce the Spring Contest...STARTED!”
The whole crowd cheered, and a whole group of Pokemon Trainers ran to the forest, hoping to catch the first Pokemon.
“Good luck, Sev”
“Thanks mam...”
Seven ran into the woods as well, hoping he would win. After he had ran for while, he started to walk. He could see other trainter walking around. Nobody had found anything yet.
As Seven was walking, he suddenly saw a pink Nidoran.
“I found one! He screamed in joy!” as he reached for his Pokeball. “But wait...Nidoran isn’t a bug type...Oh well, better luck next time.”
He kept on walking, spotting a few Bellsprout, an occasional Oddish, and a Pidgey. Still no bug Pokemon in sight.
“Where have all the bug Pokemon gone? They couldn’t have gone far...Just yesterday I saw a Butterfree flying...” he muttered to himself.
The birds were whisteling, as if they were saying eachother goodnight. And while the boy was listening, utter happiness took over: spring was finaly here! This spring, he would finaly participate in the annual festivities of Fuchsia City, celebrating the beginning of spring.
The Lenta was his for the taking. The Lenta festival, in wich contestants go to the forest, to catch a bug Pokemon, was already celebrated in ancient times.
The first person who catches a bug Pokemon, is held responsible for the start of spring, and is an honoured citizen fot he rest of the year.
With the his Eevee he got for his birthday a year ago, he would certainly win, wouldn’t he? What could go wrong? He’d be the center of attention, everybody would call his name. For it was him who had truely started the spring, according to old traditions. And then, he would...
“Seven!”, a warm female voice shouted.
His daydreams were abruptly interupted. Dinner was ready no doubt.
“I’m coming mam, just wait a sec!”
“No I won’t wait “a sec”. You’re dinner is getting cold, and you know I’ve worked very hard to make it” she shouted back at him.
“I’m sure you worked really hard. You’re such a kitchenprincess, aren’t you?”
Seven got downstairs as soon as he could, and as he walked into the living room, he saw his family had already begun eating. All three of them. His little sister, Mila, his mother, Vera, and his father, Stef. And of course there was Rosa, his mothers Sunflora.
Nobody even noticed him coming in.
“Thank for waiting guys! I really appreciate it...I feel so lucky, having such social and friendly people as my family! Enjoy your dinner everyone”.
“I called you, and you said you were coming.. So, why wait? You’re fifteen, you’re old enough to get down the stairs yourself, aren’t you? And besides, why should people wait in the first place when not everybody’s there. I never understood that rule in the first place” Vera replied, certain of her case.
“Yeah..well..but you know, there something called manners. Don’t know if you’ve heard of those? But nevermind, I’m here now anyway. Let’s focus on the food!” he shouted enthuasticly, as he sat down on his chair.
He looked at his plate, that was full of spaghetti, and tomato sauce. The aroma’s rising from it were delicious, is kind of resembled the smell of fresh baken bread: but then different.
“So Seven...tell me. Are you going to participate in the Lenta this year? Now that you have a Pokemon...” Seven’s father asked.
“I’m not only going to join, I’m going to win too! My Eevee is the best there is! I mean, what could happen? All the other kids have a Weedle or something” Seven said, rolling his eyes.
“Never understimate the power of a small Pokemon, Seven...I remember, back when I was trainer...”
“You encounterd another trainer who had a Caterpie, and he whipped your Totodile’s ass, I KNOW. You’ve told that story a million times already. When will you let it go for crying out loud!” Vera yelled agitated. Her blonde hair shook wildly.
Stef mumbled something about it being unfair, but then he remained silent. Everybody ate their dinner in silence.
Seven finished first.
“Can I go to my room? I’ ve got to pick out my clothes for tomorrow. I’ve got to look good for when I get in the newspaper when I win”
“Hahaha, I wouldn’t be so sure of your victory if I were you. But sure, go pick out your clothes.” Stef answered.
Seven’s room was quite large. Some walls were purple, other were yellow. All of them were filled with posters of Pokemon. There was a giant desk under the window, with a TV and a computer on it. His bed stood in the other corner, and his closet was placed against the wall. He looked at his alarmclock, on his desk: 7:15.
“What to wear...what to wear. I ahve to have a confident look...maybe yellow” he said to himself, as he got out his yellow shirt. “But what colour pants...Black maybe?” He picked the black pants out of his closet, got them on, along with the shirt, and walked to the mirror. “Nah...this looks like I’m a Beedrill.... Maybe I should try a blue shirt, with white jeans....No definately not, white pants get dirty real easily.” He grabs some more clothes, and walks to the mirror.
“9:45?! I’ve been changing clothes for 2 and a half hours?! Well...at least I look good now.” He looked in the mirrot and felt content, his victorious look was complete: a shirt, with the print “I’m victorious”, and black trousers.
His mother walked in. Her black robe waved in the evining wind that blew trough the window.
“Have you been trying on clothes al this time? Wow...you’re even more critical than I am. Though I have t admit, what you’re wearing now..isn’t really...uhm...well..it’s not ugly. But I wouldn’t have picked it.”
She screamed, as she ducked to avoid the pillow Seven threw at her.
“Just kidding! Just kidding!!” she laughed, as she crawled over the ground.
“I’ll show you kidding! Here!” another pillow flew to Vera her head.
“No, seriously. You look great. You really inheretated my fashion sense.” She smiled. “Well, of to bed. If you’re going to win tomorrow you have to be fit”
“Sure mam...I’ll be in bed in fifteen minutes”
Seven brushed his teeth, got into his pyama’s, and was snoring loudly at 22:15.
”Seven! You won!! You really won! I didn’t think you could do it! Look at all these people chearing for you. I’m s proud of you son” Stef said. Seven looked around him. Everywhere people were chearing. “You blessed us this year, son...you blessed us with the wonderful spring” an old man said to him.
Seven looked around again. “I’m the winner!” he thought. “Seven! Seven! Seven!” the crowd screamed. All, but one man. “Grandpa?” Seven shouted at the man. The man turned around, and ran into the forest surrounding Fuchsia.
“Wait!” Seven screamed. He ran after his grandpa, who he could still see. Little twigs broke under his feet. “Wait!” he screamed again. The crowd was suddenly gone. He was all alone in the forest. “Grandpa?” he whispered. Seven suddenly felt really frightened. Where was he? He didn’t know this part of the forest! “Anyone?! Help me! Grandpa!!!!”
Seven woke up, bathing in sweat. Again...one of those grandpa dreams. He whiped the sweat of his face, and looked at his clock. 6:55.
“No use to go back to sleep again...” he mumbled to himself.
He got up, dressed himself in the clothes he had picked out the last evening, and went downstairs for breakfast.
Judging by the smell, his mother was already baking pancakes for the family.
“My my, aren’t you up early? Nervous?” his mother kissed him on his cheek.
“Nah...I had a bad dream...”
“What was it about?”
“I don’t really remember...It had something to do with cars I think” Seven lied, not wanting to mention his grandpa. His mother really hated the subject, and her father, Seven’s grandpa, was never discussed since his disappearance 7 years ago.
His mother didn’t replie, but put the pancakes on the table, along with sugar and syrup. Seven ate his breakfast queitly. As he was busy, his father and sister also came downstairs to have breakfast. Not much was said, as everyone was still tired.
The clock pointed out it was 8:30.
“You should get going. The ceremony starts in fifteen minutes. And you don’t want to be late, now do you?” Vera grabbed her and Seven’s coats. “Here, I’ll walk you there” she said, as she gave Seven his coat.
“Thanks mom.” He got on his coat, grabbed his Pokeball with Eevee, and they both walked out.
“Bye dad! Bye Mila! Wish me luck!”
“LUCK!” they both screamed as loud as they could.
Seven got outside, together with his mom. The sky was blue, the sun was shining gently. A subtle wind was rustling trough the fresh levaes in the treas.
“Well, at least the weather’s good, right Sev?”
“Yes...at least the weather’s good” he replied.
It was a small walk to the place where the ceremony was held, maybe 5 minutes. When they got there, there were already a lot of people there, all excitedly waiting for the start of the ceremony.
“Ladies and gentlemen....” the mayor started his opening speech.
“We’re going to win this, right Eevee?” Seven said to the Pokeball in his hand.
“As you all know, today is the day spring will arrive in our little town. Today, the bug Pokemon will bless us once again. Today, a new winner will arise in our midst.
And now...ladies and gentlemen...I pronounce the Spring Contest...STARTED!”
The whole crowd cheered, and a whole group of Pokemon Trainers ran to the forest, hoping to catch the first Pokemon.
“Good luck, Sev”
“Thanks mam...”
Seven ran into the woods as well, hoping he would win. After he had ran for while, he started to walk. He could see other trainter walking around. Nobody had found anything yet.
As Seven was walking, he suddenly saw a pink Nidoran.
“I found one! He screamed in joy!” as he reached for his Pokeball. “But wait...Nidoran isn’t a bug type...Oh well, better luck next time.”
He kept on walking, spotting a few Bellsprout, an occasional Oddish, and a Pidgey. Still no bug Pokemon in sight.
“Where have all the bug Pokemon gone? They couldn’t have gone far...Just yesterday I saw a Butterfree flying...” he muttered to himself.