purple pyonkotchi
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An alien space ship crashed onto earth many years ago, containing an alien race, Tamagotchi. Now, years later, people have learned to live with these creatures together. That's how the story goes. Almost everyone on earth has a Tamagotchi, but I'm one of the few who don't. Me, I'm just your average 16 year old girl. My mother is the only one I live with, along with her tamagotchi. She always has to go to work, while I go to school, leaving the poor thing all alone at home. My mother tends to it's needs when she gets home, but doesn't touch it after that. I can't even look at it without getting yelled at. I'm not even sure what it evolved into. I feel so bad for it, and yet there is nothing I can do about it. But luckily, that day my mom had to leave for a month-long business trip arrived.
"Love you, mom!" I called out to her. I didn't want her to leave, but a part of me inside did. She and I both knew I was old enough to take care of myself for a month, and so we left it at that.
"Yeah, yeah..." My mother growled. I'm not sure why, but she seemed a bit angry about something. I was pretty sure it was because she didn't want me to touch her tamagotchi, even though I had to for it to survive. I watched as her car drove into the horizon and my school bus neared closer. it stopped in it's usual spot, the glass doors folding open like they should. I hopped on, the doors shut, and I watched as my house got farther and farther away, my mother's Tamagotchi on my mind.
Finally, those torturous 8 hours passed by, and I stepped off the school bus and ran to my house. A strange joy flooded through my mind as I walked through the door, knowing my mother was gone. I opened the door to her room, which was off limits when she was around and saw the saddest thing. A Meloditchi, which I automatically assumed was my mother's, lying on her bed clutching her stomach with a depressed expression.
So this is what she comes home to everyday, this poor thing...
I knew that I had to take care of her, since my mother wasn't there. I couldn't let this poor Tamagotchi suffer. I remembered from my studies what they ate, and what to give them when their sick. I rushed to the kitchen and grabbed a bag my mother marked "Tamagotchi food" and a bottles of pills that looked like the ones from my school books. The Meloditchi ate a few pills and the food with a blank expression. Once it was done, it lied back down on the bed and fell asleep. I returned the food and pills to the fridge like I should, but I kind of felt bad for the poor Tamagotchi. It seemed so emotionless, like this is what it does every single day. I walked back into my mother's room and looked at the sleeping Meloditchi.
I still have a month left, a month to make this Meloditchi happy again.
"Love you, mom!" I called out to her. I didn't want her to leave, but a part of me inside did. She and I both knew I was old enough to take care of myself for a month, and so we left it at that.
"Yeah, yeah..." My mother growled. I'm not sure why, but she seemed a bit angry about something. I was pretty sure it was because she didn't want me to touch her tamagotchi, even though I had to for it to survive. I watched as her car drove into the horizon and my school bus neared closer. it stopped in it's usual spot, the glass doors folding open like they should. I hopped on, the doors shut, and I watched as my house got farther and farther away, my mother's Tamagotchi on my mind.
Finally, those torturous 8 hours passed by, and I stepped off the school bus and ran to my house. A strange joy flooded through my mind as I walked through the door, knowing my mother was gone. I opened the door to her room, which was off limits when she was around and saw the saddest thing. A Meloditchi, which I automatically assumed was my mother's, lying on her bed clutching her stomach with a depressed expression.
So this is what she comes home to everyday, this poor thing...
I knew that I had to take care of her, since my mother wasn't there. I couldn't let this poor Tamagotchi suffer. I remembered from my studies what they ate, and what to give them when their sick. I rushed to the kitchen and grabbed a bag my mother marked "Tamagotchi food" and a bottles of pills that looked like the ones from my school books. The Meloditchi ate a few pills and the food with a blank expression. Once it was done, it lied back down on the bed and fell asleep. I returned the food and pills to the fridge like I should, but I kind of felt bad for the poor Tamagotchi. It seemed so emotionless, like this is what it does every single day. I walked back into my mother's room and looked at the sleeping Meloditchi.
I still have a month left, a month to make this Meloditchi happy again.
