"Morning, Mom!" I greet with a yawn. "Where's Elena?"
"I told you, now that the holidays are coming up, she's been going to work more. She worked a long shift last night. Instead of coming back to Floroma Town at 11 at night, she went to Emily's house in Oreburgh, where her work is already." Mom quickly explains with what I think is exasperation in her voice.
"It's not that close to the holidays," I mutter, opening the front door, chilly air flooding into the greenhousey flower store. "Aw, it's cold out!" I slam the door shut.
"Go put on a jacket, I need you to run down to the meadows and pick up some honey," Mom instructs.
I sigh and, wordlessly, stomp back into the house part of our house. Mom always has Elena or me, normally me, running errands for her. The errands normally don't end up being too important, though. When we get groceries, the food just stays on the kitchen table for a while then gets thrown out. Still, there's not arguing with Mom.
"See you soon." I mutter and walk out of the shop door. I instantly shove my hands into the pockets of my jacket, even though that doesn't make too much of a difference to the temperature of my hands. As I make my way through the town, I notice the flowers covering parts of the ground starting to wilt. "Stupid cold weather!" I yell to no one in particular.
The meadow's flowers aren't much better. Some are still blooming, but most of them, the ones that don't last through winter, begin to droop closer to the ground.
"Ah, Lizzibeth!" The man who sells honey, Mr. Hudson, exclaims enthusiastically. He wraps me up in a big hug as if he hasn't seen me for a few years.
"Hi, Mr. Hudson," I reply. Normally, I try to pull away from hugs but Mr. Hudson is like a second dad to me.
"What do you need, sweetie?" he asks with a grin.
"Mom wants me to bring her some honey." I explain, sighing.
"Oh, your mom is such a character. She'll just get rid of the honey soon enough." He says what I've been thinking all along. "Don't worry, she won't get that much to throw away." He hands me a small, 8-ounce jar of delicious honey. "For your mother," he tells me, then sticks 10 honey sticks in my pocket, held together by a rubber band. "And for you."
"Woah, thanks!" I try not to yell. He occasionally gives me honey sticks to share with Elena, but never ten! I thrust a fistful of Pokeyen into his hands in exchange before I forget to.
"I heard that your birthday is coming up. You deserve a treat." Mr. Hudson says in a sing-songy voice.
I thank him again and start walking back into the city when he calls from behind me, "And you don't have to share with your sister!"
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Wouldn't Want it Any Other Way (Pokemon)
PertualanganLife for Lizzie has always been boring. In her small hometown of Floroma Town in Sinnoh, the most interesting thing that happens is a new shipment of flower seeds in her mom's store. She hardly ever travels despite being close to a busy city less th...
