>>5749250>>5749252>>5749253>>5749260>BIKE OBTAINEDYou let out a sigh of relief after seeing your trusty collapsible bike still in place. You really need to find a better hiding place if you want to prevent your old man from pawning it off to finance his “habits”. It was a gift from way back then. When things were… different to say the least. You’ve grown a bit too large for it, but you manage to ride it without a problem. At least you could save some money on bus fare if you had any money at all that is.
With your mind free of nuisances, you manage to ignore the usual feeling of hunger and fall asleep.
It’s 7 am. You take a quick shower and hurry up to get dressed. Not because you are excited, you just want to get out of this place as soon as possible. You hope to find your father still deep in his stupor but for your chagrin he’s up early, staring blankly at the empty fridge with a tired and groggy expression.
He’s wearing his now classic dirty Alolan shirt and stained shorts, haven’t washed those in a while. The man’s balding and quite overweight even though his fists still pack a heavy punch. What disconcerts you the most is his face because you can see yours in it. You’ve got the same nose, same eyes, same furrow. Whenever you look at yourself in the mirror you can’t help but picture him.
You make your way to the door, hoping to be ignored, but that just won’t happen.
“Where are you going so early?” He asks in a dry raspy tone.
> “Today is the test, to get the Trainer License” nothing more, nothing less. > “None of your business.” Screw this old man.> “Good morning, sir. I’m just going to take the Trainer License test, I won’t be long” Be respectful, don’t want to get on his bad side so early.>Don’t say anything, just exit the door as quickly as you can. >Other/ Write in. 