((I'm gonna try to keep this fan fic going but chances are it'll end up dying... I just wanna finish one for once.))
Chapter One
Ursula Sloane looked on in disgust at the decreased red and white sphere that Marla, her aunt, held out to her. Her pouty lips were open in a disapproving manner and her eyebrows pressed down firmly against her bright aqua eyes. "What do you expect me to do with that?" Ursula asked sternly, brushing her thick, straight, beautiful jet black hair out of her face and crossing her arms. Ursula was fourteen and currently staying with her aunt Marla and her cousins at their ranch in Johto. She hated this trip so far, it obviously wasn't her idea to come here but she hadn't had much of a chioce. It was all her mother's idea.
Marla sighed, she was expecting this sort of reaction. She remained calm and rolled back the sleeves on her red plaid overshirt. Quickly pushing back her faded brown hair behind her ears, she tried again. "It's a PokeBall, Ursula. Come on, don't you wanna see what's inside?" She drew the hand with the ball closer to Ursula.
"Eugh!" Ursula shrieked as if it was something nasty rather than a common item. "I don't want to see what's inside!" She insisted, pushing Marla's hand away and turning her head the other direction, eyes sealed. She stamped a violet boot on the ground for emphasis.
Marla rolled her eyes. "Ursula," She started, a bit taken aback by the mean look the fourteen year old shot at her, almost as if she wasn't worthy of speaking her name. "You have no idea how hard I worked to get this for you! All right, I'm going to show you what it is now, ok?" She had figured Ursula was just being immature and she knew she would actually want to know what was inside. Everyone was curious, no matter how much they'd like you to believe otherwise. With a press of the center button the PokeBall expanded and Marla aimed it at the ground. Glistening white luminescence shot from the PokeBall, which had opened slightly, and took the from of an odd creature on the ground. Smeargle looked up at Marla questionably, wondering what was going on. "I found a whole cave full of 'em. I knew how much you liked the color purple and so I caught you one with purple paint! See, each Smeargle has a dif-" At this point Marla looked up and realized Ursula was no longer near her. "Go say hi," she told Smeargle, pointing to Ursula in the distance.
'Eugh.' Ursula thought as she walked across the dirt to the door. She didn't care what was in the PokeBall so she had taken the opportunity to go back inside. She was almost there when she heard footsteps behind her. "I don't care what's in th- AH!" Behind her was a disgusting creature. It was small and almost human and it looked as if it had dipped its tail in something Ursula couldn't identify. "EUGH!" Ursula shrieked. Marla was beginning to get irritated by Ursula's constant Eugh-ing for these past three days but so far she hadn't said anything on the matter.
"Smear?" Smeargle asked, holding out his tail as if to shake hands. Ursula, however, didn't see this coming and ended up with a wad of purple goop on her black and violet striped dress.
"M-my dress!" Ursula squeeked, stunned. Her surprised face quickly turned to an angry one and she began to kick dirt at the dress ruiner.
"Ursula! Stop it!" Marla shouted, strong tan arms carrying her niece away from Smeargle, who was crying now and rubbing his swollen eyes. "Look what you've done! You've made him cry now STOP!"
Ursula finally stopped, flustered. Her black hair was a mess from the struggle she had just gone through and her face was red. She looked on the verge of tears. "My... Dress..." Ursula started angrily.
"Come inside, we'll wash your-"
"It's dry clean only!" Ursula spat, rushing inside, crying.
Dear Diary,
Today that horrible Marla tried to give me this dirty beast creature. Its tail was so hideous and dipped in the foulest of substances. I suspect it was Marla's doing, I just know she sent that thing on me as a sick joke. These farm people disgust me. This bed I'm writing in is as disturbing as the room it's placed in. I can only guess what it's stuffed with and I believe it to be straw, it certainly feels that way. I wish I were back in Kanto, back in my soft, warm Queen sized bed... Not this rat hole in thisatrosious atrosis horrible region. Marla thinks the beast creature and I will be friends, companions as she put it. She told me to keep its container by the side of my bed but I put it in the hallway when she wasn't looking. I'm quite tired now, Diary, so I'll leave on this note: I HATE this place!
Love, Ursula.
Ursula pulled the metal cord on the lamp by her bed, wiping her hand on the sheets before placing it under the covers. She rolled over on her side to be more comfortable but found it just as uncomfortable as any other position. She wanted desperately to be back in Kanto, back in her bed as she had wrote. Back in a house where the rooms were the size of this entire estate. Back where she didn't have to do everything herself, back where she could do what she wanted whenever she pleased. Back home. "I hate this place..." Ursula mumbled, glancing at the door to make sure the thing wasn't trying to creep in and sleep near her.
Chapter One
Ursula Sloane looked on in disgust at the decreased red and white sphere that Marla, her aunt, held out to her. Her pouty lips were open in a disapproving manner and her eyebrows pressed down firmly against her bright aqua eyes. "What do you expect me to do with that?" Ursula asked sternly, brushing her thick, straight, beautiful jet black hair out of her face and crossing her arms. Ursula was fourteen and currently staying with her aunt Marla and her cousins at their ranch in Johto. She hated this trip so far, it obviously wasn't her idea to come here but she hadn't had much of a chioce. It was all her mother's idea.
Marla sighed, she was expecting this sort of reaction. She remained calm and rolled back the sleeves on her red plaid overshirt. Quickly pushing back her faded brown hair behind her ears, she tried again. "It's a PokeBall, Ursula. Come on, don't you wanna see what's inside?" She drew the hand with the ball closer to Ursula.
"Eugh!" Ursula shrieked as if it was something nasty rather than a common item. "I don't want to see what's inside!" She insisted, pushing Marla's hand away and turning her head the other direction, eyes sealed. She stamped a violet boot on the ground for emphasis.
Marla rolled her eyes. "Ursula," She started, a bit taken aback by the mean look the fourteen year old shot at her, almost as if she wasn't worthy of speaking her name. "You have no idea how hard I worked to get this for you! All right, I'm going to show you what it is now, ok?" She had figured Ursula was just being immature and she knew she would actually want to know what was inside. Everyone was curious, no matter how much they'd like you to believe otherwise. With a press of the center button the PokeBall expanded and Marla aimed it at the ground. Glistening white luminescence shot from the PokeBall, which had opened slightly, and took the from of an odd creature on the ground. Smeargle looked up at Marla questionably, wondering what was going on. "I found a whole cave full of 'em. I knew how much you liked the color purple and so I caught you one with purple paint! See, each Smeargle has a dif-" At this point Marla looked up and realized Ursula was no longer near her. "Go say hi," she told Smeargle, pointing to Ursula in the distance.
'Eugh.' Ursula thought as she walked across the dirt to the door. She didn't care what was in the PokeBall so she had taken the opportunity to go back inside. She was almost there when she heard footsteps behind her. "I don't care what's in th- AH!" Behind her was a disgusting creature. It was small and almost human and it looked as if it had dipped its tail in something Ursula couldn't identify. "EUGH!" Ursula shrieked. Marla was beginning to get irritated by Ursula's constant Eugh-ing for these past three days but so far she hadn't said anything on the matter.
"Smear?" Smeargle asked, holding out his tail as if to shake hands. Ursula, however, didn't see this coming and ended up with a wad of purple goop on her black and violet striped dress.
"M-my dress!" Ursula squeeked, stunned. Her surprised face quickly turned to an angry one and she began to kick dirt at the dress ruiner.
"Ursula! Stop it!" Marla shouted, strong tan arms carrying her niece away from Smeargle, who was crying now and rubbing his swollen eyes. "Look what you've done! You've made him cry now STOP!"
Ursula finally stopped, flustered. Her black hair was a mess from the struggle she had just gone through and her face was red. She looked on the verge of tears. "My... Dress..." Ursula started angrily.
"Come inside, we'll wash your-"
"It's dry clean only!" Ursula spat, rushing inside, crying.
Dear Diary,
Today that horrible Marla tried to give me this dirty beast creature. Its tail was so hideous and dipped in the foulest of substances. I suspect it was Marla's doing, I just know she sent that thing on me as a sick joke. These farm people disgust me. This bed I'm writing in is as disturbing as the room it's placed in. I can only guess what it's stuffed with and I believe it to be straw, it certainly feels that way. I wish I were back in Kanto, back in my soft, warm Queen sized bed... Not this rat hole in this
Love, Ursula.
Ursula pulled the metal cord on the lamp by her bed, wiping her hand on the sheets before placing it under the covers. She rolled over on her side to be more comfortable but found it just as uncomfortable as any other position. She wanted desperately to be back in Kanto, back in her bed as she had wrote. Back in a house where the rooms were the size of this entire estate. Back where she didn't have to do everything herself, back where she could do what she wanted whenever she pleased. Back home. "I hate this place..." Ursula mumbled, glancing at the door to make sure the thing wasn't trying to creep in and sleep near her.