[center][h3][color=39b54a]- Peggy Atkinson -[/color][/h3][/center]

It seemed that, in the last couple of minutes while she had been talking to her mum, someone else had beaten Peggy on her walk to the lab, had knocked on the door and was now standing in front of it, waiting for admission. It was a boy, a little older than herself. Was he here to get a Pokemon too? Why was he starting his Pokemon journey so late, she wondered? 

And why was she asking herself these questions when he was right there? Peggy scolded herself for her shyness and quickened her pace, waving her arm frantically in hopes of getting the boy's attention.

[color=39b54a]"Err, hey!"[/color] she called over, her voice cracking slightly as she spoke. [color=39b54a]"Err, are, you, err...."[/color] She came to a stop in front of the other boy and looked up at him. Could he even see her through that thick fringe of his? [color=39b54a]"Err... are you, err...?"[/color] She tried to form a sentence, but most of the words died in her throat and she left standing there for a moment with her mouth open stupidly like a Magikarp. Desperately, she pointed at the door to the lab. [color=39b54a]"You here for, err... you know?"[/color]

[color=39b54a]'Smooth, Peggy,'[/color] she thought dryly to herself. [color=39b54a]'Real smooth.'[/color]