MISTY'S POV

     What was wrong with me? I had turned from the typical teenager to
the typical snobby teen star. I wondered what Ash would say if he could
see me now. "Can you see me Ash? You were right, okay? I am a snob, I
admit it. Did you hear THAT?" I shouted through tears. Who WAS I talking
to? That'll make the papers:Teen Star Goes Delusional.
      "Actually, I did hear you." I gasped. There, standing at my
doorway, was my former best friend, Ash Ketchum. When I first had been
invited to the doorway of stardom, Ash had said that it would only make
me happy for a little while and then I would be miserable. The only
thing that I would get out of it was money, fame and snobbiness. I then
shut him out, telling him I hated him and that he was never my real
friend.
      "What are you doing here?" I said. "I just came to see how you
were doing, and how miserable you were." He snickered. "So I was right?
I told you that you would end up miserable." "I DON'T NEED YOUR BRAGGING
RIGHT NOW! I FEEL AWFUL AS IT IS!" I don't know why but he started
laughing. I glared at him and did what was unexpected for the new me. I
slapped him right across the face. He looked up at me, startled. A pink
handprint was slowly appearing across his cheek. "I told you just to
leave me alone, Ketchum. I TOLD you. What do you want to talk to a SNOB
for, anyways?" I said, beginning to cry again. "You look more miserable
thnI expected, Misty.