Pierced Hearts

-Leaving loved ones-

Starting the first day on a autumn term as morning sun elevates brightly above the high hills from a curved horizon making it a beautiful scene to watch with skies fully changed from dusk to painted blue.

In town, many trees were drenching away with green leaves parting away from sticks waving through just air. Streets brightened up the day as tall lamp-post begin to switch off down on a quite, empty roads like it was simply dead with only random cars parked on curbed pavements near to houses. There was only a young dressed as a postman delivering peeps to each every houses even small shops opening the day for business in an early time.

Eventually. We now go to our character Ash Ketchum, who was apparently sleeping peacefully, lying on a single soft bed letting out quite snores with a bed cover over his own head, covering his whole face.

The sun-rays brightens up the full tidy room falling from a wide, closed window until silence broke when a loud, annoying alarm rang across the whole room. Shouting a loud beeping sound repeatedly non-stop which woke the raven boy from a long slumber.

A mental groan escaped from his stinky mouth sounding very tired like he had a rough night. Feeling as tiredness got the better of him. Ash shuffles on the soft bed by slightly rolling over and slams his bare hand at the annoying alarm clock which was alongside him. Causing it to stop beeping. Although, it did just enough to manage to get the raven boy to wake up.

Ash lifts his own, light-weighted body and sits up in his soft bed with legs resting, pulling a bed cover sheet sliding away from his face, revealing groggily eyes that he had a deep sleep and a messy raven hair.

He stretched his arms wide open to get rid of the tiredness with a loud yawn escaping and moves out from bed by lifting away the bed cover out. His feet touched the soft carpet under his bare feet that gave a ticklish sense.

As he did. He dragged his own heavy legs that felt as if he was about to fall. Walking out the bedroom door by swinging it open then goes to the bathroom to brush his teeth. He grabs a un-used toothbrush, pasting it with a toothpaste and looked up at stretched mirror. Gazing at his own reflection while brushing each side of his teeth, standing still near a sink.

Later, he gave out one last spit, finish brushing which took about two minutes and washed his whole face with eyes closed, splashing warmness all over his face that made his eyes clear to see and skin parched. He grabs a towel from metal hanger, dabbing gently on his tanned skin. Drying from wetness.

When he was done, he stepped out of the bathroom through a fully opened door and heads down-stairs, taking each step at a time until landing at ground floor and then goes to the kitchen where he sees his own mother making breakfast for him, sniffing a wave of sweet even delicious in his nostrils which made his stomach rumble for hunger. His mother, Delia, was actually cooking scrambled eggs and baked beans that were cooked perfectly inside the equipment separate, been heated on a flamed cooker. Even a cup of tea filled in a mug all the way till very top with warm steam waving up in a air, vanishing in a millisecond out of thin air.

"Hey mom" Ash greeted with a welcoming smile and enters in a normal-sized kitchen, glancing at his mom making breakfast. He sits down on a empty small seat comfortably and resting his arm lying on a round table. Waiting patience for his breakfast to be served.

Delia smiled across on her closed lips, lifting both corners. knowing that her son has already sat down.

"Morning Ash" she said, without taking a look back at her only son just focusing on making breakfast which was nearly done. However, Ash could examine of her voice which got him very curios to know. It wasn't cheer like all ways that he always used to hear, it was rather hurt mixed with a broken cry.