It was just like any other morning for Leaf, the sun shining into her face as she tried to blanket herself from the light, the smell of the greasy, fattening foods floating around her room from the kitchen down below, and the buzzing alarm clock to the side of her bed (usually by now thrown against the wall).
Normally the brown haired girl (sometimes wishing she had it cut shorter since it usually wraped around her body) would just dive back to sleep on this muggy summer morning.
But today was different...
Today was the day that Professor Oak wanted to talk to her, so forcing herself from the bed, Leaf slowly headed to the bathroom to try to wake herself up...
After a quick splash of water, Leaf looked in the mirror and saw...
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