Fuse with me (Pokémon fanfic) {Pokémon wattys award 2016}

Part one: beginning

The sound of digital screeching makes me sullenly wake up from my peaceful sleep. I try and turn of the alarm clock by swatting its of button, but my hand just blindly hits air. I give a frustrated sigh and pull Elliot that's tucked under my arm, I raise him in the air flimsily and swing it at my bed side table, knocking everything that sits on it of, including my bulky pink desk lamp that makes a big clunk as it hits the carpet. I lay still under the covers for a minute, soaking up the bright sunlight that beams out from my window before I lift my pink leopard print eye mask up that leaves an outline of sweat around my eyes and and let my weary blue eyes adjust to my bright surroundings. It's my dad's fault for being too cheap to buy me proper curtains and forcing me to use tattered rags as blinds to block out the sun.

I tear of my soft covers from my body and hop out of bed in my too-big zebra print pyjamas. I like prints, plain stuff bores my view that's why most things I own have some sort of colourful pattern or print so I never get bored of my own belongings.
I stretch my arms in the air and and let out a big yawn, my shoulder blades make a satisfying click and I loosen them up again. I lazily walk over to my calendar that hangs neatly beside my door. I flick through the pages until I find July and hang the stray pages on the hook above the calendar, I trace my finger across to this week, to this day.

Nooo!

In the box that says 12th July there's writing in jet black marker pen.

First day of Pokémon journey!

And that day is today. Yesterday was my 10th birthday and it was supposed to start yesterday but my mum pleaded my dad to let me spend my birthday with my family, he finally said yes to a whole load of nagging. Yes. My father is obsessed with  Pokémon, he's been catching and training them since his 10th birthday and he's currently leader of the local gym. It's weird, as his daughter everyone suspects me to be a Pokémon fanatic as well as, but really I just want to focus my future on my dream house, husband, pet. AND NO. By pet I mean a dog or cat, not a Pokémon.
I roll my eyes and lean my head onto the wall. I look at Elliot that's held tightly in my hand.

"Today's the day" I whisper. Even though Elliot's just a toy, I can often see the stitching on his little mouth change position depending on my mood. Right now the nearly-worn-of stitching is curved downwards into a frown. I chuckle softly at my imagination and bring Elliot up to my face so I can feel his soft ragged fur along my cheek. I finally summon up my strength to lean of the wall and open my crooked door that makes an ear wrenching creak. With slow, sullen strides, I make my way downstairs to get my breakfast. Each step down the stairs makes me groan, each time a bit louder so I can show my mother, who's downstairs cooking, that I really don't want to start 'my journey' today, or ever for the record. I clumsily step onto the wooden floor and clear my throat so I can signal that I'm currently in the kitchen.

"Hello birthday girl!" My mother chirps happily, still having her back to me.
"I'm sorry for being a lazy rag, but you wouldn't mind having some left over birthday cake for breakfast would you?" She asks, she turns around from the marble counter and faces me, she gasps.

"What are you doing still in your pyjamas?" She screeches with hands on her head, I scratch my head in confusion and tilt my head slightly.

"Because it's the morning" she looks at me as if I'm crazy.

"You're leaving in 5 minutes" she quickly struts over to me and shoos me up the stairs with her ring covered fingers. Without dwelling I quickly run to my room and fling open my dusty, birch wardrobe and throw some random clothes onto me which range from some blue jeans, a green shirt and red jacket. I ignore the fact that I look ridiculous in my care free chosen clothes and get my duffel bag. I grab some essentials like a comb, spare clothes, candy etc. When I finish, I swing it onto my shoulder and head towards the door. I halt as I approach it and swim around to see Elliot lying motionlessly on my bed.