Journal log

Part 3

I held my breath looking at this odd looking frog. Froakie’s were one of the three standard pokemon here in Kalos. I knew that at some point I would need to pick one of the three to start a respectable journey but I was still really upset. I wanted to take my anger out on this pokemon and to be honest I did try. I held my breath looking away from it. It felt the need to mimic me and do the same. So we both huffed and puffed and looked the other way. Neither of looked at each other for over five minutes. We just sat there holding or breaths. Eventually my eyes began to wonder as did hers. Until we noticed each then quickly went back into our positions. She took the first step to one upping me and pulled the box lid back shut.
What was this pokemon’s deal I said looking at the box. I picked up the tv remote and put on the tv. I didn’t need this I said to myself pretending to care what was on. I tried my best to avoid looking at the box. Slowly I started to feel this mystery nagging at me. I kept trying to avoid looking at it but my knees started to shake impatiently until finally I let out .
“UGGGHHHH!!!!” I crawled across the bed and pulled open the box.

“Who do you think you ar…” I paused looking into a now empty box with a hole in the side. I lifted up the box holding it above my head. I scanned my bed looking all around for it.