Welcome. I'm Duckie.
Thank you for taking the time to read my fan fic!
It's my first one, and I'm both nervous and excited to start one. Hopefully I'll do a good job, and I'll give you an interesting story to read. Now, I have rated it PG-13, for possibility of strong language.
Please rate, comment, and give constructive criticism. I always encourage it. :]
PS, I've brought this over from a different website. It's not complete, in fact, I'm only just writing Chapter 4. Anyway...
Chapter 1: Angst
And so, it begins.
‘Tomorrow is the day, finally the day. I capture my first pokemon. My god. I’m so nervous, so excited, and so anxious.’
Rain laid in his bed, in his neatly organized room, lights off, shutting his eyes and attempting to sleep. Try as he might, he could not sleep. His mind was racing.
‘I’ve finally graduated from the academy; I finally have my trainer license, and I can now start my own journey.’
Rain is 16 years old, a little older than the common age most kids decide to start their adventure. Most kids graduate during their preteens, but certain decide to continue studying for a few more years.
‘All the hard work I’ve put into this, all the studying, the stress, and the day dreaming.’
Tomorrow is the annual “Final Test.”
All graduating pokemon academy students are lent one pokemon, and are released into a five square mile park behind the pokemon academy. All students are given 24 hours to go in, capture a pokemon, and leave the park, and return the pokemon they were lent. Their prize, graduation gift, and starter pokemon, is the one they captured during the time they spent in the park.
‘Damn, what will I even wear?’
Rain tried to imagine himself, searching for his perfect starter pokemon. He saw himself; his messy, dark hair, his gleaming green eyes, shining like two emeralds, wearing his favorite black shirt and dark teal jeans, running through the forest sporting old, dirty slip-ons, in search of his new pokemon partner.
‘I’m scared. I’ll sure miss everyone,’ he thought, as his eyes began to well up. ‘Mom and dad, mom’s Swablu and Chikorita, and dad’s Miltank and Chatot, my teachers, and Benji.
Benji Was Rain’s good friend. He was the first friend Rain made when he moved to the small, quiet, Pallet town, 6 years ago. Rain was and still is a shy, nervous boy, and Benji was nice enough to reach out to him and help him out, Rain being the new kid and all. Benji is 17, a year older than Rain, and had already had his own adventures in the world of pokemon. Though Rain was eligible to leave home at the same time that Benji did, Rain decided to continue his studies, and learn about the pokemon world through his books. Benji, on the other hand, felt he was ready to start his adventure and would learn more about the world by exploring it. As luck and skill would have it, Benji reached the Indigo Plateau and ranked #11 out of the 100 trainers that were eligible to compete in that year.
‘Damn it, I’m so nervous.’ Rain began to sob.
“Heh, no wonder they call me Rain.”
He rolled in his bed, trying to find a comfortable spot.
“Stupid metal spring beds. If I could only have one of those memory foam mattresses, Rain complained. And this pillow, always collecting so much heat.”
As he turned his pillow, Rain’s mother knocked on his wooden door.
“Rain? Are you still awake?”
“Uh, yeah, mom. I am.”
She walked in.
“Hun, I heard you talking to yourself in the other room. Are you feeling alright?”
“Uh, yes mom,” he replied, trying to wipe away any tears left in his eyes.”
“Hey, don’t cry. It’s alright. Don’t worry so much about tomorrow, you’ll do fine. I know you will.” She sat at next to him.
“I know mom, I’m alright.”
“Would you like some water? Or some lemonade? Chikorita plucked some fresh lemons from the garden, yesterday.”
“Oh, just some water, please. Sugary lemonade would probably keep me up all night.”
“Right. We wouldn’t want you tired on the day of your final.” She said, smiling and leaving the room.
Rain turned and plopped his head on his pillow. His eyes began to well up again, and not wanting to worry his mother, he pretended to be asleep when she walked back in with his water. Noticing that he was “asleep” she put the water on the table next to his bed, sat down next to him, and did what mothers do. Tucked him in, and kissed him on the cheek.
“Good night, honey.”
She left the room and slowly shut the door.
‘Oh, mom. Thank you.’
Thank you for taking the time to read my fan fic!
It's my first one, and I'm both nervous and excited to start one. Hopefully I'll do a good job, and I'll give you an interesting story to read. Now, I have rated it PG-13, for possibility of strong language.
Please rate, comment, and give constructive criticism. I always encourage it. :]
PS, I've brought this over from a different website. It's not complete, in fact, I'm only just writing Chapter 4. Anyway...
Chapter 1: Angst
And so, it begins.
‘Tomorrow is the day, finally the day. I capture my first pokemon. My god. I’m so nervous, so excited, and so anxious.’
Rain laid in his bed, in his neatly organized room, lights off, shutting his eyes and attempting to sleep. Try as he might, he could not sleep. His mind was racing.
‘I’ve finally graduated from the academy; I finally have my trainer license, and I can now start my own journey.’
Rain is 16 years old, a little older than the common age most kids decide to start their adventure. Most kids graduate during their preteens, but certain decide to continue studying for a few more years.
‘All the hard work I’ve put into this, all the studying, the stress, and the day dreaming.’
Tomorrow is the annual “Final Test.”
All graduating pokemon academy students are lent one pokemon, and are released into a five square mile park behind the pokemon academy. All students are given 24 hours to go in, capture a pokemon, and leave the park, and return the pokemon they were lent. Their prize, graduation gift, and starter pokemon, is the one they captured during the time they spent in the park.
‘Damn, what will I even wear?’
Rain tried to imagine himself, searching for his perfect starter pokemon. He saw himself; his messy, dark hair, his gleaming green eyes, shining like two emeralds, wearing his favorite black shirt and dark teal jeans, running through the forest sporting old, dirty slip-ons, in search of his new pokemon partner.
‘I’m scared. I’ll sure miss everyone,’ he thought, as his eyes began to well up. ‘Mom and dad, mom’s Swablu and Chikorita, and dad’s Miltank and Chatot, my teachers, and Benji.
Benji Was Rain’s good friend. He was the first friend Rain made when he moved to the small, quiet, Pallet town, 6 years ago. Rain was and still is a shy, nervous boy, and Benji was nice enough to reach out to him and help him out, Rain being the new kid and all. Benji is 17, a year older than Rain, and had already had his own adventures in the world of pokemon. Though Rain was eligible to leave home at the same time that Benji did, Rain decided to continue his studies, and learn about the pokemon world through his books. Benji, on the other hand, felt he was ready to start his adventure and would learn more about the world by exploring it. As luck and skill would have it, Benji reached the Indigo Plateau and ranked #11 out of the 100 trainers that were eligible to compete in that year.
‘Damn it, I’m so nervous.’ Rain began to sob.
“Heh, no wonder they call me Rain.”
He rolled in his bed, trying to find a comfortable spot.
“Stupid metal spring beds. If I could only have one of those memory foam mattresses, Rain complained. And this pillow, always collecting so much heat.”
As he turned his pillow, Rain’s mother knocked on his wooden door.
“Rain? Are you still awake?”
“Uh, yeah, mom. I am.”
She walked in.
“Hun, I heard you talking to yourself in the other room. Are you feeling alright?”
“Uh, yes mom,” he replied, trying to wipe away any tears left in his eyes.”
“Hey, don’t cry. It’s alright. Don’t worry so much about tomorrow, you’ll do fine. I know you will.” She sat at next to him.
“I know mom, I’m alright.”
“Would you like some water? Or some lemonade? Chikorita plucked some fresh lemons from the garden, yesterday.”
“Oh, just some water, please. Sugary lemonade would probably keep me up all night.”
“Right. We wouldn’t want you tired on the day of your final.” She said, smiling and leaving the room.
Rain turned and plopped his head on his pillow. His eyes began to well up again, and not wanting to worry his mother, he pretended to be asleep when she walked back in with his water. Noticing that he was “asleep” she put the water on the table next to his bed, sat down next to him, and did what mothers do. Tucked him in, and kissed him on the cheek.
“Good night, honey.”
She left the room and slowly shut the door.
‘Oh, mom. Thank you.’