>>1839428“You” he says, pointing at Aria, “The girl with the really long hair. What bug Pokémon do you have?”
“I-I-I have a Weedle, Master!”
“Good. Smart choice for a beginner. We’ll make that Weedle into a Beedrill in no time.”
“And you, the girl on her underwear; what’s yours?” He looks at me, expectantly.
Oh, boy…
“I don’t… have any.”
The table goes silent for a moment. There is no more chewing, there is no more rattling of dishes and forks. The world stops. The Master stares at me intensely with a very serious face. I’m paralyzed in fear. This is it! This is how it all ends! Goodbye, cruel world! Aria! I am so sorry for calling you a bitch earlier! Mom! I hope you burn in Hell! Ralts! I’m sorry I wasn’t a very good trainer! He lifts his arm, and slowly reaches to me. Is he going to strangle me? Is he going to crush my head?
“You don’t have to look so down” he says, depositing his heavy hand on my shoulder. “We’ll catch you one tomorrow. It’s okay if you don’t know how; I’ll teach you.”
I nod, grimacing. I try not to, I really do; but I can’t stop; tears come out and I whimper. I had never been so scared in my life! I’m feeling really light headed…
“Oh, look” Helga says. “She’s so moved that you’ll help her catch her first bug Pokémon.”
a) Excuse myself to the bathroom, then take the chance and get the hell away. I’m sorry, Aria!
b) Finish dinner and accept their hospitality. What’s the worst that could happen?
c) Faint.
d) Write in.
