How it Starts

Disclaimer: Pokemon must cost millions of dollars, and I don’t think they have 
stock, so how could I own Pokemon. 
Certainly not lemonade after all even if you sold ten glasses a day, it would 
take over ONE HUNDRED YEARS. No 
possible way. Anyway, you’d need to pay for ingredients. And I think lemonade is 
over priced.

Note: You may not meet Acacia now, but she is named after a blossoming tree that 
symbols resurrection. She’s a character 
who comes from I game I played with friends. Her sisters are Cypress (me, 5), 
Pine (7), Birch (19), Cedar (17), and 
countless others. Those were the regulars. I know I got side tracked. PS even if 
I was Cypress, Acacia takes on an 
exaggerated form of me. I wish it was Cypress, but must be Acacia.


Achoo!  Achoo!  Ash brought a tissue up to his nose and blew, coughing and 
shivering.
Misty sighed. She was lucky enough to have a flu shot back in Cerculean, even if 
she despised 
shots- unlike her friend Ash Ketchum. But she couldn’t blame him, he’d been 
traveling. “Achoo!”
Pika-pi? Pika-chu? Life wasn’t easy for Misty either. Doing errands for Ash 
didn’t put her in muck 
better shape. Also the heavy snowfall and below twenty-nine weather wasn’t doing 
wonders for 
Ash’s flu either. Misty felt so worried for him. Her situation was bad enough, 
but with a plae face, 
sunset crimson nose and cheeks, coughing, wheezing (not to be confused with the 
Pokemon 
Koffing and Weezing) sneezing and shaking. They were probably going to shrivel 
up. The 
nearest Pokemon center was thirty miles away, so now what? The experience 
reminded her of 
where in Orange Islands, Ash and Tracey got Stun Spored, shortly before Ash won 
a 
permanent spot in the Orange League hall of Fame. But this time there was no 
escape. Was 
there?
               “Achoo! Tanks Misty” Ash told her quietly. It wasn’t that they 
were whispering, but Ash 
had a sore throat, and received a cup of hot chocolate, which in a matter of 
minutes, froze.
	What Misty knew: Ash was very sick, but there was probably no way to help.
What she didn’t know: The deciders of their fates (me!) decided to give them a 
break.





Sorry about the cliffhanger.hehe