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[center][color=82ca9d][h1][u][b]Ivy Aspen[/b][/u][/h1][/color]
[h2]“The No-Good, Very Bad, Terrible Day”[/h2][/center]

The truth was, Ivy Aspen was having a terrible day.

It started with her morning. She’d woken up to a text message from her mother: [i]“Choose the grass type, honey!”[/i] That was frustrating, but fine. Ivy was used to her parents’ odd obsession with grass-types.

But then she’d gotten stopped outside the Pokemon Lab and asked to show her ID — apparently it was fairly common for small children to claim to be older than they really were in a desperate bid to obtain a Pokemon. 

That had pushed her into the outer-reaches of her annoyance spectrum. [i]Nothing[/i] annoyed Ivy Aspen more than being mistaken for a small child.

[color=82ca9d]“I’m sixteen!”[/color] she’d snapped, wholly unimpressed, standing on her tiptoes for maximum intimidation factor. She straightened her collar angrily and, when that failed to have any effect whatsoever, she smoothed down her skirt for good measure.

In response, the gangly young lab assistant had crossed his arms and sniffed. “That’s what they all say, little lady. Now show me the ID.”

Her ID was valid, of course, because she really was sixteen. It wasn’t her fault that she was short and had a major case of babyface.

Then the professor had immediately assumed that having green hair meant that she wanted the Chikorita, which she most certainly did not, and when she’d told him that she wanted the Mareep instead, he’d had the nerve to ask whether she wanted to name it Fluffy.

[color=82ca9d]“Fluffy?” [/color]she’d repeated, in a tone of deadened incredulity. No Pokemon of Ivy’s was ever going to be named Fluffy. [color=82ca9d]“No thanks. His name’s Lord Tesla.”[/color]

So things would have been probably had been alright if that had been all. She’d tagged along with the first group of trainers that she’d found and gotten the hell out of there.

But then…

Then, of course, when they’d nearly reached Cherrygrove, they’d found the Onix. The rampaging, sixty-foot-long, frothing-at-the-mouth-crazy Onix. The Onix that had tried to eat them all, and perhaps had managed to eat a few of the trainers that she’d been with.

To be completely honest, Ivy had no idea what had happened to her companions. They’d gotten separated within minutes. There was no way that Ivy was getting eaten by some stupid Onix, after all. She had a bakery to start up.

So she’d run like hell in the opposite direction, and that was how Ivy Aspen ended up standing exactly three-quarters of the way between New Bark Town and Cherrygrove City at four o’clock in the afternoon.

She sighed. Forget the law: she'd probably prefer travelling alone.

After smoothing down her clothes and fixing her long green hair, Ivy looked as immaculate as always. Not a hint of emotion flickered across her face.

But underneath that blank-faced mask, Ivy was…

Well, Ivy was [i]angry.[/i]

And then there came a sound. A rustling sound. Ivy froze, memories of the rampaging Onix still fresh in her mind.

With one hand on her Pokeball, she turned...
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