Nathalie's P.O.V
“Ugh! Mom! I’m not wearing that!” I pushed away the girly dresses that were in my mothers arms, and started to walk away.
“Honey! This is the last shop, after this it’s over, no more stores I promise.” My mother still had the cluster of dresses in her arms. I rolled my eyes, I hate dresses, I hate skirts, I hate anything girly, and my mom wasn’t really helping me with that.
“You better not lie.” I grabbed a random dress, and slammed the cabin door. After a few minutes of changing into the dress, I looked in the mirror.
“What was she thinking?!” I opened the
Pokemon Creepypasta: Jessica by regiinator, literature
Literature
Pokemon Creepypasta: Jessica
I love Pokemon. I always have, and always will. Not just the game... but the characters themselves.
When I was about six, my Dad bought me my first ever games console; a Yellow Gameboy Colour console with a copy of Pokemon Yellow. I was overjoyed; I had been a hardcore Pokemon fan ever since I started watching the TV shows with my brother and some friends, and every time I would start trying to re-enact some Pokemon. Due to my young age and naive nature, I didn't know it was just a kids' show and a game.
My brother was with me, and his own colourless Gameboy (the see-through one that shows all of the funky machinery inside of it) had a copy
I yawned as I got yet another shirt for my birthday. That was the 5th one in a row. I faked a smile as I held it up, not wanting my family to see how mad I was that I got mostly shirts. Then, my dad came out of his room with a large box. He handed it to me and I undid the wrapping, then tore the box open, to find yet another box! This process repeated several times before I opened a small box to find the Pokemon Black! "YES! YES! THANK YOU!" After my party I ran into my room and jammed the new game into my DS.
I played whenever I could. Soon, my team was all level 100. I opened the menu and looked at my team: Otter the Dewott (I did