Chapter 5B: Visiting Dad, Part 2


     While Nathan and my father, the great gym leader Norman, were idily
chatting, I was being subjected to torture, in the form of a certain
green-haired freak who goes by Wally. 

     I felt such anger for his parents. Couldn't they leave the next day
so that my dad could be doing this? He was the one who had promised, not
his poor youngest daughter, namely myself.

     Naturally, as we got there, all the Pokemon seemed to disappear,
which was just not fair. I just wanted to get this dreadful little thing
over with and go back to my normal travels. 

     So we sat there, bored to death and me, disgusted beyond words. Why
couldn't it have been Nathan that my father sent on this grueling
errand? This boy was a freak, anyways, and he had the worst case of hots
for me that I'd had ever seen. Drool was practically cascading from his
mouth. 

     "Wally?" I said the in sweetest, mushiest voice I could manage.
"There's something I got to tell you." His eyes practically popped out
of his ugly little head. 

     "Yes, sweet Jenifer?" he whispered and I swear, I thought I was
going to be sick. Nathan was going to find this hilarious. 

     "You're a freak, and I despise you with every millimeter of my
soul. I wish I had never met you, because my life was better before I
had. And if we die out here, I'm going to die laughing at you." 

     Wally burst out bawling, and it took every bit of dignity I had to
stop myself from bursting out in hysterical laughter.

     At that moment, we saw the Ralts. Yes, we. Both Wally and I saw him
at exactly the same time. And well, too bad for Wally. I wanted this
Pokemon for myself. Unfortunately, he wanted the Ralts too.

     Simutaneously, we lunged for the Ralts. "He's mine!" I screamed,
grabbed his mop of green hair. I wondered briefly if it would come off
if I pulled hard enough, but dismissed that thought to concentrate on
the task at hand.

     "No! He's mine!" With my blonde-brained self, I do not get a lot of
ideas. But the one I got at that moment was genius and I was sure it
would work.

     "Hey Wally?" I cooed, sticking out my bottom lip and batting my
eyelashes. The trick always worked for my father, I had gotten my cell
phone, laptop, $100 shoes (that lasted about three weeks before they
broke but hey, whatever) and contacts that way.

     He stared at me for a moment but then got out a PokeBall and
captured the Ralts. Naturally, I was infuriated. I really needed that
Pokemon! Stupid green-haired thing...

     Angrily, I sat out there for another hour, but I only saw
Zigzagoons. That made me even more angry and eventually, I stalked back
to my father's gym. By then, it was four and much too late to start the
journey to Rustboro.

     As we walked back to the Pokemon Center, I was too angry to say
much but I did mention one thing to my companion. "Nathan, we are NEVER
visiting my dad again. EVER."