Poke'mon: Haunted Version and Enchanted Version: Introduction

                              Alice:

This is all fanmade. I do not own Pokemon mentioned in this story, but I do own Alice. (but no Chibimaker)
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"Alice, what are you doing?!" the woman yelled at the young, blonde girl. The girl didn't respond. She stared at the tall woman, with fear in her eyes.

I'm sorry...

"ALICE!!" the woman yelled louder.

It's my fault we're not friends anymore...

The girl looked down at her desk, tears forming in her eyes.

I'm a horrible friend...

"ALICE! YOU LOOK AT ME RIGHT NOW!" the woman yelled even louder.

If I could see you right now, the first thing I would say would be...

"Alice? W-What's wrong?" her best friend, Avah asked.

I'm...

"I'M SORRY!" Alice yelled, burying her face into her hands. Tears streamed down her face like a river.

"Alice?!" Avah reached her hands out to comfort her, but suddenly a strong wind blew, and everything went white.

Alice looked up and saw her teacher, Avah, and her other classmates backed up against the wall. Alice looked in front of her and saw a red and white creature with a blue triangle on its stomach. It reached its hand out, offering Alice to grab it. Alice reached out and grabbed its hand. Just then, everything went white again.

Alice found herself waking up from bed, stretching and yawning. The same creature lied next to her bed, asleep. Alice's memories of the events that just went by vanished, and replaced with new memories. Memories of her growing up with Pokemon. She got off her bed, waking the Pokemon up.

"Morning, Lati." Alice greeted her friend.

"Hello, master." Lati responded, using telepathy.

"Lati, just call me Alice, alright?" Alice chuckled, patting the Pokemon on the head. Alice seemed a bit younger now, about 9 or 8. Instead of her red jacket with a small picture of a baseball stitched on it, she wore a solid bright blue t-shirt and jeans ripped at the knees. Alice headed down stairs ad found her breakfast sitting on the table.

"Hi, mom" Alice greeted her mother, who was making her sister, Kaita, some breakfast.

"Hello, Alice. Your breakfast is on the table." Her mother said, smiling.

Alice sat down and ate her breakfast, reading a book while eating. She finished and put her plate in the sink, then walked upstairs to get ready for school.