Isaiah Wright is an introverted, nonchalant teenage boy who never puts himself in the spotlight. After training under Alder for nearly 5 years, at the late age of 15, he finally decides to become a pokémon trainer.
The fear of failing to meet exp...
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~Veilstone City Trainer's Inn~
The next morning...
Alisha followed a pacing Isaiah with her eyes, "is it really that awful if people knew who your dad is? I don't know about you, but I think that's cool." She shrugged her shoulders.
Isaiah didn't know what to do with his hands, "yes it'll be bad. Then everyone would look at me differently and only see me as Marshal's son, instead of Isaiah." He continued vent out his frustrations to Alisha for another five minutes.
Alisha folded her arms, "well then, how about a makeover?"
Isaiah stopped and looked at her, he then pointed to his white-dyed messy hair. "I tried that already."
Alisha rolled her eyes, "oh please, all you did was dye your hair. Fear not, Isaiah, I can help you."
He stopped again, "why you say it like that?"
Alisha shrugged her shoulders, "shush, that's not important. Anyway, I learned some things from my sister, so I can fix you up nicely." She walked over to Isaiah, looking over him. Alisha circled around him, then picked at a few strands of his hair.
She was inches away from his face, "are those contacts?"
Isaiah leaned back to create some space in between them. "Uh, yeah why—"
"Good, we're going to get rid of those," she said coldly. "Also, we have to get you some new clothes as well."
Isaiah looked down while pinching at his clothes, "well I guess that's fair."
Alisah cracked her knuckles, "never thought I would have to do something like this."
A few hours later...
Alisha tapped Isaiah's shoulder to wake him from his catnap. He had fallen asleep while she styled his hair. He stood up groggily, stretching and yawning as Alisha looked at him with a twinkle in her eyes.
She handed him the new pair of glasses they bought earlier. Alisha pushed him towards the mirror before he was ready to see how he looked.
At first sight, Isaiah felt relieved to return to his natural hair color, black. He didn't look too much different from before but felt incredibly different. Isaiah picked at his freshly twisted locks, surprising him in its length. The glasses Alisha picked out for him complimented his look very well.
He wore a navy blue zip-up jacket and a long white t-shirt under. Alisha bought a pair of fitted blue jeans for him with gray slip-on shoes to compliment the rest of his attire. She even convinced him to get another piercing in fear of the holes closing in his ears.
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