(Bianca's POV)

"No, no, no, no, no! A thousand times, NO!" My father shouts across the room. We're arguing for my right to go on a journey with Black, White and Cheren. "Why not? I deserve to go! I have always stayed início and done nothing! This is the chance that I have to go outside and finish my pokedex for Professor Juniper! Especially because I want to spend quality time with my best friends, Black, White and Cheren!" My father shakes his head while pacing back and forth. "I do not trust that Cheren boy. He's trouble." Oh boy. Here we go again. My father is ALWAYS being over-protective with me because to him I will always be his baby girl. And, Cheren is not trouble! He happens to be a very honest young man! Cheren could be in a universidade por now! Not studying, mais like teaching. "You're overreacting, father." I say. As I take a assento on the coffee brown loveseat, I stare at my father. "You have to let me go! It's not fair!" I yell. "Yes it is! You are not going and that is final!" My father has put his foot down. "I-I-I hate you!" I scream.

CRASH! I shut the door with my anger as a force. No one could make me mais angry than my father. He almost NEVER lets me out of the house. Only if either my father or my mother is taking me. Same goes with being with boys. My father never lets me go out alone with a boy. I just can't believe he doesn't trust Cheren! He's the sweetest boy in the world other than Black! I jump onto my cama and my face lands on my white pillow. Tears running down my cheeks like flowing waterfalls. KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. "Huh?" I wipe the tears off of my face and head towards the balcony door. As I pull the citrus laranja curtains back, I see Cheren. "Cheren?!" I almost yell out loud. "Shh!" He shushes me. Opening the doors, I let my raven-haired friend inside my grama green and neon laranja colored room. "What are you doing here?" I ask. "I came because I wanted to find out what your father said." Oh. About that... "The usual." I respond. "He said 'no'?" he asks. Yes Cheren. "Yes. He denied the question." "Oh." Cheren puts a sad look on his face. But it looks like he's disappointed mais than sad. "You know, Black and White were really looking progressivo, para a frente to accompany you on a journey. Including yours truly." "I already know that, Cheren." I say. My main wooden brown door opens and reveals my father with his usual bald head and brown beard. "Bianca?" He stares at Cheren. "What is going on here?" My father's voice raises. "Nothing." I say innocently. "Whenever you say 'nothing', I know you mean you are doing something!" He shuts the door harder than I did earlier. "Sir, I was only here to see what you said and now I know you denied it. I shall be leaving now." Cheren explains. He bows to my father. "Get out!" My father shouts. "Yes sir." I gasp. How can my father be treating Cheren this way?

(Cheren's POV)

I walk out the door and onto the balcony. Bianca's father pushes me very hard, far away from the balcony door that leads to Bianca's bedroom. "Look," Mr.Bailu starts. He pokes his index finger on my upper chest. "Stay away from my daughter. She is the only thing I have. And you can't take her away from me. I don't ever want to see you alone with my daughter again. Ever." Is he threatning me? "Do you understand that Cheren?" I nod frantically, but try to stay calm. "Good. No go."