Dates on a Diary
Part 2

	I closed the diary and sat down, the wind whistled through my open window. 
This 
was my last night in this room. I grabbed a brush and brushed it through my 
thick, 
chocolate colored hair. Changing into pajamas the thoughts of what I had just 
read flew 
through my mind. I remembered that day with Krie very well. I placed the diary 
on my 
nightstand and shut out the lights. Pikachu was snoring in his bed, I however 
couldn’t 
sleep. Eventually I did fall into a deep slumber with thoughts of my diary 
showing up in 
my dreams. 
	“Good Morning!” The radio blasted straight into my ear and I jumped out of 
bed. 
“This if YOUR favorite Pokemon announcer Ryan Black, and I- 
	I slammed the off button ending Ryan Blacks annoying announcements. 
	“Pika” 
	“I’m tired too but we have to wake up!”
	Pikachu rolled its eyes and snuggled under its pillow. I used my 
nightstand to 
push me up and I felt the hard leather binding of a book… a diary to be exact. 
Jumping 
away as if it was burning I raced into the bathroom and started a shower. I let 
the 
steaming water run over me. I looked at my waterproof Squirtle watch. It was 
time to get 
going to work. I fingered the diary and stuffed it in my bag. Slipping my shoes 
on I raced 
to the gym.
	I had been the master for a while before starting a gym league of my own, 
I didn’t 
battle anymore; just did a lot of paperwork. 
	“Morning sir” my secretary Lizzie said.
	I responded with a nod and she continued to tell me about a few trainers 
who had 
cheated and stolen badges and I would have to take care of them. I shut the door 
to my 
large office, and pulled out the diary. I examined it for a bit. It was a worn 
red thing, with 
pages coming out and an old, musty smell. Still this was my childhood in a diary 
the most 
important dates of my life preserved for ever. I opened it to a couple pages 
back the date 
read May 1st 2005. I shut the diary quickly that was the day of Misty’s funeral. 
I sat back 
in my chair breathing heavily, and shivering. Don’t think about it I instructed 
myself! 
Don’t think about it! Too late; my thoughts brought me back to the dark, cloudy 
morning 
of May 1st.
	CRACK a streak of lightning shot through the air and illuminated the sad 
faces of 
the many people. It was cold and wet. The sound of thunder made the sad sobbing 
of 
Misty’s sisters inaudible. Brock stood next to me it was the first time I had 
seen him in 
over a year, the occasion was anything but joyous though. 
	“Misty was a good sister, and a kind friend; loved by many.” I let a tear 
trickle 
down the side of my face. My black suit was tight, and very uncomfortable. I 
didn’t even 
think about it. I walked up to the open casket and glanced down at Misty. Her 
skin was 
drained and white as a ghost. Her eyes were shut, and no life radiated from her. 
The 
lively, little tomboy I had once known was dead. She was wearing a long blue 
dress and 
her hair was in a braid. I hated it. She should have on her shorts, and a tee 
shirt, that was 
what she loved to wear. I reached out to stroke her face but withdrew my hand 
quickly 
afraid. Her injury was not showing, but it didn’t make me feel better.
	“Mist” I cried out “oh Misty, why did this happen we could have been so 
happy. 
It’s all MY FAULT” and with those final words I raced away from the funeral. I 
could 
hear people calling my name, I didn’t care. Racing blindly I came to the exact 
place 
where Misty had died. I broke into anguished sobs and fell to the ground. I lay 
there 
weeping until I felt and hand on my shoulder. I looked up to see Brock’s face. 
“It’s okay 
Ash” his face radiated concern “she’ll always love you.”
	Those words seemed to snatch me out of my day dream. I sat silently 
staring at 
the blank wall those words repeating in my head. “She’ll always love you.” Was I 
doing 
the right thing marring Krie?” I loved her but I loved Misty and she had loved 
me. What 
would she want? 
	“Oh Mist” I whispered “why is this so hard?”
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	Reviews please. If I decide to continue this you should find out how Misty 
died in 
a few chapters. Also I don’t own pkmn.