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My own take on the "Rival's Story" meme.
I coughed. Again. This time I nearly doubled over. I sniffed and sat down at the kitchen table.
"You see, Matilda?" my father said to my mother, gesturing towards me. "The boy's sick, no way to deny it. He needs to get out of the city for a while, to let the illness clear up."
Mom shook her head and ran her fingers through my green hair, frowning. "But where will we send him?" she asked.
"Verdanturf Town," my father declared. "Wanda's there; she'll take care of him."
"I'm just concerned that he might get attacked by a wild Pokemon on his way there," my mother said. "How will he defend himself?"
"I can -kaff- catch m-my own P-Pokemon, m-Mom," I suggested.
Dad chuckled. "That's a good idea, son," he said. "Why don't you go next door and ask the Gym Leader if you can borrow a Pokemon to catch your own?"
I nodded. "O-okay," I stuttered. I've stuttered a lot since I got sick.
"I'll call Wanda and tell her that you're coming," Mom sighed, finally giving up.
I exited the house. The sun was bright, and it hurt my eyes. My pale skin immediately began heating up. I rushed as quickly as I could to the Pokemon Gym next door to our house. I took a long look at the door, then breathed in deeply.
"Well, Wally," I said quietly, "here goes nothing."
I entered the Gym.
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Please read and remember to comment! Remember, Jabber loves feedback!
Also, sorry the chapter's so damn short. Ch. 2 will be longer!
Chapter One
I coughed. Again. This time I nearly doubled over. I sniffed and sat down at the kitchen table.
"You see, Matilda?" my father said to my mother, gesturing towards me. "The boy's sick, no way to deny it. He needs to get out of the city for a while, to let the illness clear up."
Mom shook her head and ran her fingers through my green hair, frowning. "But where will we send him?" she asked.
"Verdanturf Town," my father declared. "Wanda's there; she'll take care of him."
"I'm just concerned that he might get attacked by a wild Pokemon on his way there," my mother said. "How will he defend himself?"
"I can -kaff- catch m-my own P-Pokemon, m-Mom," I suggested.
Dad chuckled. "That's a good idea, son," he said. "Why don't you go next door and ask the Gym Leader if you can borrow a Pokemon to catch your own?"
I nodded. "O-okay," I stuttered. I've stuttered a lot since I got sick.
"I'll call Wanda and tell her that you're coming," Mom sighed, finally giving up.
I exited the house. The sun was bright, and it hurt my eyes. My pale skin immediately began heating up. I rushed as quickly as I could to the Pokemon Gym next door to our house. I took a long look at the door, then breathed in deeply.
"Well, Wally," I said quietly, "here goes nothing."
I entered the Gym.
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Please read and remember to comment! Remember, Jabber loves feedback!
Also, sorry the chapter's so damn short. Ch. 2 will be longer!