Journey To The Past (Pokemon) (Under Editing)

Chapter Five: A Surprise After A Surprise

<Chris's Point of View>

I woke up to see Alia cooking already and Bryan reading the History book. Everything was normal. Alia finally finished cooking and we all ate together. After I finished eating, I opened the window to at least feel some fresh air. I sniffed the air. It has no smell. Well what do you expect from a wind?

I closed the door and went to my bed and there I watched television. Everything was normal until a spark hits me again and my vision went black. And then came in my vision was my younger self and Celebi. I was returning Celebi back and I went to our house and headed directly to my father's room to put Celebi's poke ball back to his room. My vision went back after that. I gasped and I breathed really fast. I was wrong about what I thought.

Celebi isn't my Pokémon after all.

It was my dad's Pokémon.

I breathed once again and got out of my bed. I went out of the room so they couldn't notice me. I touched my forehead and sweats came rolling down from my forehead.

How could my dad have a Celebi?

I thought of that for a while and tried to relieve myself. I tried to relax myself but the question keeps on popping into my mind.

How? How could he have a Celebi?

"Is there anything wrong?" Alia, who just came out of our room, asked me.

"N-nothing, I-I'm f-fine thanks for uhm..asking." I said.

"C'mon Chris, tell me what's wrong." Alia said with a worried face. I stared at her eyes for a while and finally had the spirit to tell her.

"You see, I saw in my vision that Celebi wasn't really my Pokémon, it was my dad." I said.

"Go on." Alia said. I breathed once more.

"I don't know why but I have a bad feeling about my dad." I said.

"Why?" Alia asked.

"I-I don't k-know Alia. I-I d-don't k-now." I said and stared at the floor.

Alia patted me on my shoulder.

"Hey that's okay, if your father is really a bad guy; we would kick his ass so bad it's going to cry!" Alia shouted with a little laugh. I chuckled a bit.

"Thanks for being such a good friend Alia." I said.

"Welcome." Alia said with a smile. Alia then checked the time. She made a shock face and touched her forehead.

"It's almost lunch and I still got to cook! Let's go inside!" Alia shouted but then I grabbed her hands.

"Let me cook this time." I said with a smile.

"Are you sure? Girls say boys often burn the house when they are the one cooking." Alia said.

I laughed a bit.

"What?! No! I won't burn our room! Just let me cook okay? You'll love it." I winked at her.

Alia rolled her eyes and smiled a bit.

"Fine, whatever." she said.

"You'll never regret it for a million years, I promise." I said raising my hand up.

"Sure." Alia said. I went to the kitchen and took out some chicken and fries and stuff. I covered the chicken with flour and fried it on a frying pan. And then I also put the fries in the frying machine. After some minutes, the chicken was ready. I put it on a big plate and took a small cup to put the ketchup. I then took the French fries and served it on the side of the chicken and the result was fantastic.