April 25, 1961…
They call me Bertha. I mostly wear jeans; they were made in the 50s and are very popular now, and I mostly wear blue shirts. It happens to be a fairly cool April this year, so I sometimes wear a scarf. Sure, I maybe short and ten (but that doesn't mean I'm stupid… I'm very smart for my age.) I just turned ten about two days ago… I'm as happy as a lark! I woke up early just in case I'm late…! And I just hate being late. I stepped down the stairs carefully; I had forgotten my pyjamas were on.
"Hi Mum," I smiled happy.
"Hi there Bertha, good morning," she replied. "Are you ready to go?"
"Yeah…!" I nodded.
"I don't think so, you still have your pyjamas on," Mum laughed.
"Oh my goodness… I'll go change right now!" I smiled happily and walked back up the stairs. I put on my blue shirt and pair of blue jeans went back down.
"Hi Mum!" I grinned bigly. "I'm ready to go!"
"Not without breakfast."
"Oh yeah," I sniffed. "Let me guess… Danish waffles?" I saw the waffle maker on the cabinet.
"Yes! I know you love waffles, so I made some for you," she smiled.
"Thank you Mum…!" I grinned. She handed me a china plate (it has pretty flowers on it – I think they're irises or something…).
I quickly ate my pancakes. I was so excited that I was shaking my boots. Mum realised how excited I was, so she decided to let me leave early, after a big bear hug and kiss. I was already on my way to the professor's house. His name is Joshua Caldecutt. Well… I was about to go to his lab to get my first Pokémon until I saw something strange. I picked up the purple and glossy cylindrical object. It looked like a Pokémon egg. It felt warm to the touch. "What in the world is this?"
"It's a Gligar egg," a boy's voice said. I turned around and blushed at his sudden appearance. He was tall for his age. He had brown hair that looked somewhat orangey (burnt orange, I think?), he had grayish-blue eyes, his hands, legs, hands, feet, and even his muscles were huge for his age. "Hello, I'm Siôr," he held out his hand and I shook it. His grip was tight, causing a surging pain up my arm. "Oh I'm sorry for hurting your hand. I work outside with my dad a lot, so I've built up a quite a bit of muscles, as you can see. Oh yeah, I'm thirteen, so don't be surprised by my huge size. I've always been like this."
"I'm Bertha, nice to me you," I blushed. "I'm ten and I'm outside a lot too, but I don't do any work quite like you. I love doing crosswords – I can finish hundreds in a year. My mum is a judge and my dad is a lawyer. I also have an older sister, but she's off doing her Pokémon journey already. I don't know what else… to say."
"That's all right hon," he replied. "I suggest keeping that egg, if you don't already, it could become your first Pokémon." I nodded and smiled. His voice was soft as clouds but he had a strong Welsh accent. Clouds rolled in as the wind blew. "Looks like it's going to rain would you like to find some place to hide from the rain?" he asked.
"Yeah… that'd be great," I nodded, following him to wherever he was going to take me…
A/N: Sorry it's short. I'm really tired and I wanted to get this published. As far as I know, this is the first fic with Bertha as the main character! ;D
I bet you can guess who Siôr is! (It's the Welsh form of George and it's pronounced SHOR.)
Have a great day and I'll be sure to update soon!