Hello... First fic I'm going to post here, so go easy on me... Not really, please give me some tips and stuff D: I love to write! The title is also temporary, I can't think of anything as of now XD
Ch. 1: Humble Beginnings
Viridian City is possibly one of the most boring places to grow up as a child. For one thing, nothing really goes on there. The gym is always closed, there’s only a store or two, and crime is nearly non-existent. Even the old people don’t like it, which explains the grumpy old men who yell at us on the way to school.
If you don’t like the people you grew up with, there’s no hope in making friends. Nobody moved to Viridian, except for maybe retired people. This frustrated me- none of the kids my age were much like me. They loved their Pidgeys, their Caterpies. But me- I was obsessed with the less common- around here, anyway- species of Poison type Pokemon.
It all started when I was a child, about five or six. Our family, who still all lived together, took a holiday all over the region. One of the places we visited was Fuchsia City. I was too young to go into the Safari Zone, but we visited the zoo. Being an easily bored kid, I wandered off, and found myself in the city’s gym. I wasn’t noticed because of my small size and their pure concentration on their training. I watched for as long as I could, mesmerized by them. I’d watched Pokemon battling on television, but not like this. As my parents found me and dragged me away, scolding me for running off, I knew I wanted to be a Poison specialist.
Fast forward a couple of years, when I’m almost ten. Soon, I would turn ten- the most important age for an aspiring trainer. I found it nearly impossible to sleep, too excited to rest. Instead, I turned out the lights so my parents wouldn’t realize I was actually awake, taking my pokemon manuals and reading them under my blankets with a flashlight. My parents would scold me, telling me I would do badly in school every morning after waking me up, flashlight still clutched in one hand.
At school, I had no friends. At recess, I would sit on the ground, reading my manuals. Kids made fun of me, calling me a nerd and a loser, but I just didn’t want to play with them. They didn’t understand me, as cliché as that is. One day, after school, I was reading on the swings, smiling at the picture of a Venonat and its owner. I was so concentrated on the picture that I didn’t notice a boy coming up behind me until he pushed me over into the mud under the swings.
“Nerd,” he laughed, taking off with his posse. I picked up my book, which only had a little bit of mud on it, but I was covered. I walked home, clutching my book tightly, making the journey across town- which was long for someone my size- all the way home.
“Tomo, is that you?” My mom called. I didn’t answer.
“Tomoyo Ren!” she called, angry that I ignored her. I came into the kitchen, still soaked with mud.
“Oh dear… Again?” she sighed, combing her hair with her fingers. I nodded and looked down at the floor, wishing my dad was here. If he had been, he would have marched right over to the school and told them exactly every detail of what he thought.
But he was working. My father worked in Hoenn, in one of their largest companies, Devon Co. It allowed my mother to get to stay home, but I didn’t see him very often. He had just left again two days ago. I sighed, changing into some clean clothes and throwing the muddy ones into the wash.
“I hate living here!” I cried, throwing myself onto the couch. “Everyone’s so stupid, I have no friends, and have you ever heard of a strong trainer from Viridian?” I grumbled.
“Well, maybe you’ll be the first…” My mom said, trying to make me happier. I sighed and turned on the TV.
This was my favorite show- they profiled various professional trainers, one every episode. I watched every week, hoping with anticipation that I’d get my wish.
“THEY’RE FINALLY SHOWING IT! THE ONE I WANTED TO SEE!” I cried, jumping up and down on the couch, knocking down the cushions onto the floor. I could hear my mom yelling at me to be quiet from the kitchen, but I ignored her. Then the theme song of the show ended and I gaped at the screen.
I had been waiting for ages for them to finally show the episode featuring Koga. They never did them in any order, so I had to watch every week or I could miss it. My eyes glazed over, pressing record on the VCR so I could have a copy of it. I always kept a blank tape in there, just in case.
When the show was over, I sighed. Tomorrow, I would get my first Pokemon from the Pokemon Center… I hoped they’d let me choose. I wanted a Poison-type so badly; I’d be so hurt if I couldn’t get one. I watched my tape again, and again, until my mom shut it off.
“You should be reading something educational, or at least watching it…” She scolded, switching the channel. I sighed and watched it, incredibly bored. Learning about Pokemon could definitely not be half as fun as being with them. I watched Professor Oak’s lectures for a while, and then switched it off. After supper, I headed outside. The sun was just setting, and I’ll have to admit, it was probably one of the nicest things this town had. And soon, I’d be leaving all of it. I smiled, watching the sun go down, and then returned inside.
“Tomo, come quickly!” My mom called, and I hurried into the living room. I stared at the television, seeing some people getting arrested.
“Tomo, Team Rocket is attacking Pewter City! There’s no way I’m letting you go there tomorrow!” I stared at her, my mouth gaping.
“You’re kidding!” I wailed, shaking my head. She sighed and turned off the television.
“I don’t want your Pokemon stolen on your first day…” she said, hugging me. I sighed and headed to my room. It just wouldn’t be the same…
Sleep came easy, now that I knew I wouldn’t be going anywhere. I’d just get my pokemon- which was great- but I’d have to go to school. At least I’d have someone to keep me company.
I had a strange nightmare, where I got my Pokemon, but I don’t remember what it was. Against my mom’s wishes, I left for Pewter City, where my Pokemon turned against me and attacked me, sending me to the hospital. I shot up in bed, relaxing when I found it was just a dream. I clutched one of my pokemon dolls tightly, falling back to sleep.
I wondered if my teacher would even bother telling the class why I would be late. Whenever someone got their first Pokemon, the teacher would tell the class why they were late, and they all squealed in excitement. I don’t think anyone would care about me.
I got dressed quickly, putting my hair up in pigtails. I smiled into the mirror, and bounded downstairs. I ate as fast as I could without feeling sick, and ran to the Pokemon Center.
“Hi, Tomo,” Nurse Joy smiled. Everyone at the Pokemon Center knew me; I hung around there to see new Pokemon. “Happy birthday! Here to get your Pokemon?” she giggled.
I nodded rapidly and she let me behind the counter, leading me into a small room. There were small Pokemon in playpen-like areas, and I peered over the walls of each one.
Pidgey… Rattata… Caterpie… None of them would do.
I sighed. There was only one pen left… I closed my eyes and moved over to it, then opened them.
A tiny Nidoran looked up at me in confusion, a blue paw reaching up towards me.
“That’s the one!” I cried. Joy giggled and picked her up, petting the small Pokemon and handing her to me.
“Okay, now I’ll have to get you to fill out some forms for your Pokedex.” By now I was extremely excited, Nidoran already cuddling up against me. We walked back out into the front, and she took Nidoran for a moment so I could fill out the form. She put it in the computer, and she soon handed me my Pokedex, Nidoran, and her Pokeball.
“Good luck!” she smiled. “We hope to see you again!” I waved to her and walked out with Nidoran, who was now walking beside me. I headed back home to show my mom.
“Oh, it’s adorable!” She cried, petting her. She seemed a bit frightened of my mother, because she was so loud.
“Have fun at school!” She called, waving. I smiled, thinking I actually might. I walked to school, showing up almost exactly an hour late, Nidoran in her ball, resting in my pocket.
I don’t know why I expected to be given attention. The teacher merely mentioned it and we went back to regular classes.
After school, I sighed, walking through the hall. Something caught my eye- student exchange program? I gasped, grabbing an application. When I was outside, I released Nidoran, and we walked home together, me with hope in my heart.
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thanks for reading! It really means alot to me!
Ch. 1: Humble Beginnings
Viridian City is possibly one of the most boring places to grow up as a child. For one thing, nothing really goes on there. The gym is always closed, there’s only a store or two, and crime is nearly non-existent. Even the old people don’t like it, which explains the grumpy old men who yell at us on the way to school.
If you don’t like the people you grew up with, there’s no hope in making friends. Nobody moved to Viridian, except for maybe retired people. This frustrated me- none of the kids my age were much like me. They loved their Pidgeys, their Caterpies. But me- I was obsessed with the less common- around here, anyway- species of Poison type Pokemon.
It all started when I was a child, about five or six. Our family, who still all lived together, took a holiday all over the region. One of the places we visited was Fuchsia City. I was too young to go into the Safari Zone, but we visited the zoo. Being an easily bored kid, I wandered off, and found myself in the city’s gym. I wasn’t noticed because of my small size and their pure concentration on their training. I watched for as long as I could, mesmerized by them. I’d watched Pokemon battling on television, but not like this. As my parents found me and dragged me away, scolding me for running off, I knew I wanted to be a Poison specialist.
Fast forward a couple of years, when I’m almost ten. Soon, I would turn ten- the most important age for an aspiring trainer. I found it nearly impossible to sleep, too excited to rest. Instead, I turned out the lights so my parents wouldn’t realize I was actually awake, taking my pokemon manuals and reading them under my blankets with a flashlight. My parents would scold me, telling me I would do badly in school every morning after waking me up, flashlight still clutched in one hand.
At school, I had no friends. At recess, I would sit on the ground, reading my manuals. Kids made fun of me, calling me a nerd and a loser, but I just didn’t want to play with them. They didn’t understand me, as cliché as that is. One day, after school, I was reading on the swings, smiling at the picture of a Venonat and its owner. I was so concentrated on the picture that I didn’t notice a boy coming up behind me until he pushed me over into the mud under the swings.
“Nerd,” he laughed, taking off with his posse. I picked up my book, which only had a little bit of mud on it, but I was covered. I walked home, clutching my book tightly, making the journey across town- which was long for someone my size- all the way home.
“Tomo, is that you?” My mom called. I didn’t answer.
“Tomoyo Ren!” she called, angry that I ignored her. I came into the kitchen, still soaked with mud.
“Oh dear… Again?” she sighed, combing her hair with her fingers. I nodded and looked down at the floor, wishing my dad was here. If he had been, he would have marched right over to the school and told them exactly every detail of what he thought.
But he was working. My father worked in Hoenn, in one of their largest companies, Devon Co. It allowed my mother to get to stay home, but I didn’t see him very often. He had just left again two days ago. I sighed, changing into some clean clothes and throwing the muddy ones into the wash.
“I hate living here!” I cried, throwing myself onto the couch. “Everyone’s so stupid, I have no friends, and have you ever heard of a strong trainer from Viridian?” I grumbled.
“Well, maybe you’ll be the first…” My mom said, trying to make me happier. I sighed and turned on the TV.
This was my favorite show- they profiled various professional trainers, one every episode. I watched every week, hoping with anticipation that I’d get my wish.
“THEY’RE FINALLY SHOWING IT! THE ONE I WANTED TO SEE!” I cried, jumping up and down on the couch, knocking down the cushions onto the floor. I could hear my mom yelling at me to be quiet from the kitchen, but I ignored her. Then the theme song of the show ended and I gaped at the screen.
I had been waiting for ages for them to finally show the episode featuring Koga. They never did them in any order, so I had to watch every week or I could miss it. My eyes glazed over, pressing record on the VCR so I could have a copy of it. I always kept a blank tape in there, just in case.
When the show was over, I sighed. Tomorrow, I would get my first Pokemon from the Pokemon Center… I hoped they’d let me choose. I wanted a Poison-type so badly; I’d be so hurt if I couldn’t get one. I watched my tape again, and again, until my mom shut it off.
“You should be reading something educational, or at least watching it…” She scolded, switching the channel. I sighed and watched it, incredibly bored. Learning about Pokemon could definitely not be half as fun as being with them. I watched Professor Oak’s lectures for a while, and then switched it off. After supper, I headed outside. The sun was just setting, and I’ll have to admit, it was probably one of the nicest things this town had. And soon, I’d be leaving all of it. I smiled, watching the sun go down, and then returned inside.
“Tomo, come quickly!” My mom called, and I hurried into the living room. I stared at the television, seeing some people getting arrested.
“Tomo, Team Rocket is attacking Pewter City! There’s no way I’m letting you go there tomorrow!” I stared at her, my mouth gaping.
“You’re kidding!” I wailed, shaking my head. She sighed and turned off the television.
“I don’t want your Pokemon stolen on your first day…” she said, hugging me. I sighed and headed to my room. It just wouldn’t be the same…
Sleep came easy, now that I knew I wouldn’t be going anywhere. I’d just get my pokemon- which was great- but I’d have to go to school. At least I’d have someone to keep me company.
I had a strange nightmare, where I got my Pokemon, but I don’t remember what it was. Against my mom’s wishes, I left for Pewter City, where my Pokemon turned against me and attacked me, sending me to the hospital. I shot up in bed, relaxing when I found it was just a dream. I clutched one of my pokemon dolls tightly, falling back to sleep.
I wondered if my teacher would even bother telling the class why I would be late. Whenever someone got their first Pokemon, the teacher would tell the class why they were late, and they all squealed in excitement. I don’t think anyone would care about me.
I got dressed quickly, putting my hair up in pigtails. I smiled into the mirror, and bounded downstairs. I ate as fast as I could without feeling sick, and ran to the Pokemon Center.
“Hi, Tomo,” Nurse Joy smiled. Everyone at the Pokemon Center knew me; I hung around there to see new Pokemon. “Happy birthday! Here to get your Pokemon?” she giggled.
I nodded rapidly and she let me behind the counter, leading me into a small room. There were small Pokemon in playpen-like areas, and I peered over the walls of each one.
Pidgey… Rattata… Caterpie… None of them would do.
I sighed. There was only one pen left… I closed my eyes and moved over to it, then opened them.
A tiny Nidoran looked up at me in confusion, a blue paw reaching up towards me.
“That’s the one!” I cried. Joy giggled and picked her up, petting the small Pokemon and handing her to me.
“Okay, now I’ll have to get you to fill out some forms for your Pokedex.” By now I was extremely excited, Nidoran already cuddling up against me. We walked back out into the front, and she took Nidoran for a moment so I could fill out the form. She put it in the computer, and she soon handed me my Pokedex, Nidoran, and her Pokeball.
“Good luck!” she smiled. “We hope to see you again!” I waved to her and walked out with Nidoran, who was now walking beside me. I headed back home to show my mom.
“Oh, it’s adorable!” She cried, petting her. She seemed a bit frightened of my mother, because she was so loud.
“Have fun at school!” She called, waving. I smiled, thinking I actually might. I walked to school, showing up almost exactly an hour late, Nidoran in her ball, resting in my pocket.
I don’t know why I expected to be given attention. The teacher merely mentioned it and we went back to regular classes.
After school, I sighed, walking through the hall. Something caught my eye- student exchange program? I gasped, grabbing an application. When I was outside, I released Nidoran, and we walked home together, me with hope in my heart.
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thanks for reading! It really means alot to me!