Chapter One: A Taste of NormalcyThe room was small, though more cozy than uncomfortably so. There was a humble television that didn't work all too well, a window with a second-story view of the fall-colored forest, a dresser and a bed beside which a one-eyed absol slept. In the bed, finally waking up and shedding the confines of covers like a cocoon, sat a girl. She had white hair and violet eyes that provided her a blurry view of the room until she reached over and put on a pair of glasses from the nightstand. After a moment she slipped out of bed and got more properly dressed for the day.The disaster-sensing pokemon that was left in the bedroom stood and stretched. The female absol had a scar on the right side of her dusky face, scratches marring where an eye should have been thanks to an old fight with a Skarmory when she'd been much younger and without a trainer. The dark marking on her forehead was, instead of oval, a crescent, a trademark of said trainer.A door opened down the hall and the pokemon's nails cli
The Pot SongIt's time to play,With me and my Pot!I like to play jump rope,Pot does not!Pot's the one,I like a lot,Me and my Pot!Pot likes me,And I like Pot!Together we play,And never we're not!Our friendship shall never,Come to naught,Me and my Pot!I like Pot,And Pot likes me!We're always together,Myself and he!Pot is the one,Who fills me with glee!Pot and Me!I like coffee,Pot likes tea,I like plants,And so does he!You got friendship?So do we!Pot and Me!The neighbors like me,And the neighbors love Pot!How can you blame them?Pot's so hot!Never once, have we ever fought,Me and my Pot!Summer days come,And Summer days end,And I know our friendship,Will never end!Pot has me,And I have Pot!And I never ever ever ever ever ever ever will not!