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Topic Started: Apr 14 2007, 10:33 AM (91 Views)
Binder Boner Shield
Weedle
I awoke Saturday morning. The glare from the morning sun blinding me slightly. I sigh as I throw the covers off of my body, feeling a chill as I remember that the heater had been broken for a while now, that sleazy landlord of ours refusing to fix it. My morning has already began to turn dim as I look back on all of our misfortunes.

We had always been a happy, and normal family. My mother was a happily satisfied stay at home wife, my father a strong business man, working as a C.E.O of some company in the city. He was paid well and it granted us happy lives, and all was well until a group of thugs murdered my father, all because he would not give them his most favored possession: a gold watch that was given to him by my mother on their first anniversary.

When the news hit us, my mother and I were struck with grief, that would slowly linger till this day twelve years later. Now, my mother works as a home attendant, barely making any money to afford our apartment, which is a real hell hole as is.

I suddenly woke from the trance casted upon me by my tainted memories, and realized that today would start the end of our grief and misfortune. For today, I become a Pokemon trainer, and I set off on my journey to become a great trainer, and in the process, bring home money to my mother.

After a lukewarm shower, I get dressed. I wear light blue, faded jean shorts that hang just below my knees. A dark blue undershirt, covered by a half zipped red vest. I then proceed to gel my hair up, it stands tall and spiky. Finally I put on my White sneakers, affix the stud in my left ear and proceed to enter the dining room.

The wafting odor of an amazing breakfast leads me. I see my mother hunched over a sink, cleaning the tools she had just used to prepare what I can only expect to be a superb breakfast. She turns around and smiles as she hears me enter the kitchen. I smile back and sit at the dining room table.

She follows after a moment and places the food on our plates. It looked fantastic, an excellent omlette, with every possible spice and vegetable and a side of home fries. It was the biggest meal we've had in weeks, and it was all for my special day. I look at her and she smiles at me once more, and opens her mouth to speak.
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