Sta.sh
You walk across the parking lot, feet pressing against the asphalt. You've haven't had a decent meal in days, and the gnawing in your stomach constantly reminds you of it. Flashing back to your past, before your mother and father died, you remember your seven year-old self laughing at the broadcasted images of Ash Ketchum and Pikachu. You've always loved Pokémon, but it was the Pokémon themselves that you really loved. You'd always wanted a video game, and sometimes you'd save up and spurge on a figurine or two, but overall, you never had enough money to truly engulf yourself in your interests.
You glance in the car windows as you past, trying to read the lives of the people who inhabit them. Occasionally you find something interesting, like a cell phone displaying a text or a stuffed animal, but everything paled to your latest discovery. A Game Boy Advance SP, shining with its worn but cared-for pearly blue surface, is open to a Pokémon game, plugged in to the car with a charger. The trainer sprite from Emerald is on a mountain, grass coated in ash. A surge of joy runs through you, a desire shining in your veins. You want so badly to swipe the game and play it, immerse yourself in the programming.
You know you can easily break the window, for you have to keep active to survive. The car isn't on, but the alarm, you think, will still sound. Only a few people are in sight.
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