"Part 1: The Beginning of a New World"
I walked across town briskly, close to running. I knew this path very well. I finally reached the place I was going to, Professor Elm's lab, and met my best friend, Nick, outside. Nick was slightly less nervous than I was, probably because he was almost 14 and I was barely 13.
"Hey, Percy," he said.
"What are you waiting for. I'll go in first,"
As we walked into the large, two story building, the place seemed different than all the times I had been here before. Elm's assistant, Ethan, led us to the back.
"Elm, these boys want to see you, about the starters,"
That was the reason we were here. We saw two Poké Balls laying on the table.
"Good to see you, Percy. You too, Nick. The Poké Ball on the left contains the fire type, Cyndaquil. The one on the right contains the water type, Totodile. Please, take your pick."
I had thought about it yesterday, but never concluded. Before I could finish thinking it through, Nick spoke up.
"Could I have Cyndaquil?" he asked me.
"Sure, why not," I said, taking the right Poké Ball. I turned to Elm.
"Who took the Chikorita?" I asked.
"Your cousin, Eric. He stopped here this morning,"
Nick and I left the room, our first Pokémon in hand. Suddenly, he sent out Cyndaquil as I sent out Totodile.
"Cyndaquil, Tackle!" he shouted. "Don't let Totodile escape!"
What was he doing?
"Totodile, Sand Attack! Wait, you can't use that. Use Leer!"
"Cyndaquil, don't be scared. Use Tackle!"
A direct hit!
"TOTODILE!"
"Part 2: Two Trainers are Better than One"
The match never ended, but it was decided that Cyndaquil had won this match, though not officially. Nick left to start towards Cherrygrove City while I had to go home and get some stuff from the Pokémart. 'Oh wait, we don't have a Pokémart in this town.'
I went over to Nick's house, where I left my stuff.
I picked up the small drawstring bag off of the table, said goodbye to Nick's mother, and headed out the door. Just as I walked out the door and headed for Route 29, someone stopped me.
"Hey, Percy,"
"Hi, Kate," Great. Of all the points in my life where she has to talk to me, it happens to be now. I want to show you something, Kate," I said, showing her the Poké Ball, then releasing Totodile.
"Wow! You got a Pokémon! That's, well, cool." Her voice trailed off at the end.
"Why? Is this because you were sick the day to get a Pokémon license? I bet that's it," I new I was right.
"Off course it is!" she said, angrily. Totodile brushed against her leg, trying to comfort her. "Oh how can I be mad when there's a cute little Pokémon here to make me happy!?"
"You think Totodile's cute?" I asked.
"Sure, lots of Pokémon are cute! Well, I stopped by here for a reason. When I heard that you were going on a journey, well, I had to ask you something."
"Shoot,"
"I want to travel with you so I can capture Pokémon and impress the world with how great I am!" She said it so quickly I was surprised she could speak so quickly.
"Sure, the more the merrier, I alw... well, I never say that, but, well, you get it."
"But, I don't have any Pokémon. Is that Okay?"
"Sure. And don't worry, I promise I'll get you a Pokémon on these journeys," After a long pause, I finally asked her something. "What are you waiting for?"
"Part 3: The Expert?"
Just before Kate, Totodile, and I reached the edge of town, we ran into a tall man with blue hair, probably in his teens. He glared at me. Before I could ask why, he explained.
"That Totodile looks weak. I'll show you a real Pokémon. Go, Pidgeotto!"
"Pidjo! Pidjo!!"
"Totodile, leer!" I shouted, angry at this bird.
"I have better things to do than battle you, wimp. C'mon, Pidgeotto,"
"Some nerve!" Kate said, angry.
"Toto-toto!"
"I'll beat him someday, when I'm a Pokémon master!" I exclaimed. "But today is not someday, it's today, so to Violet City we go!"
TO BE CONTINUED...!
I walked across town briskly, close to running. I knew this path very well. I finally reached the place I was going to, Professor Elm's lab, and met my best friend, Nick, outside. Nick was slightly less nervous than I was, probably because he was almost 14 and I was barely 13.
"Hey, Percy," he said.
"What are you waiting for. I'll go in first,"
As we walked into the large, two story building, the place seemed different than all the times I had been here before. Elm's assistant, Ethan, led us to the back.
"Elm, these boys want to see you, about the starters,"
That was the reason we were here. We saw two Poké Balls laying on the table.
"Good to see you, Percy. You too, Nick. The Poké Ball on the left contains the fire type, Cyndaquil. The one on the right contains the water type, Totodile. Please, take your pick."
I had thought about it yesterday, but never concluded. Before I could finish thinking it through, Nick spoke up.
"Could I have Cyndaquil?" he asked me.
"Sure, why not," I said, taking the right Poké Ball. I turned to Elm.
"Who took the Chikorita?" I asked.
"Your cousin, Eric. He stopped here this morning,"
Nick and I left the room, our first Pokémon in hand. Suddenly, he sent out Cyndaquil as I sent out Totodile.
"Cyndaquil, Tackle!" he shouted. "Don't let Totodile escape!"
What was he doing?
"Totodile, Sand Attack! Wait, you can't use that. Use Leer!"
"Cyndaquil, don't be scared. Use Tackle!"
A direct hit!
"TOTODILE!"
"Part 2: Two Trainers are Better than One"
The match never ended, but it was decided that Cyndaquil had won this match, though not officially. Nick left to start towards Cherrygrove City while I had to go home and get some stuff from the Pokémart. 'Oh wait, we don't have a Pokémart in this town.'
I went over to Nick's house, where I left my stuff.
I picked up the small drawstring bag off of the table, said goodbye to Nick's mother, and headed out the door. Just as I walked out the door and headed for Route 29, someone stopped me.
"Hey, Percy,"
"Hi, Kate," Great. Of all the points in my life where she has to talk to me, it happens to be now. I want to show you something, Kate," I said, showing her the Poké Ball, then releasing Totodile.
"Wow! You got a Pokémon! That's, well, cool." Her voice trailed off at the end.
"Why? Is this because you were sick the day to get a Pokémon license? I bet that's it," I new I was right.
"Off course it is!" she said, angrily. Totodile brushed against her leg, trying to comfort her. "Oh how can I be mad when there's a cute little Pokémon here to make me happy!?"
"You think Totodile's cute?" I asked.
"Sure, lots of Pokémon are cute! Well, I stopped by here for a reason. When I heard that you were going on a journey, well, I had to ask you something."
"Shoot,"
"I want to travel with you so I can capture Pokémon and impress the world with how great I am!" She said it so quickly I was surprised she could speak so quickly.
"Sure, the more the merrier, I alw... well, I never say that, but, well, you get it."
"But, I don't have any Pokémon. Is that Okay?"
"Sure. And don't worry, I promise I'll get you a Pokémon on these journeys," After a long pause, I finally asked her something. "What are you waiting for?"
"Part 3: The Expert?"
Just before Kate, Totodile, and I reached the edge of town, we ran into a tall man with blue hair, probably in his teens. He glared at me. Before I could ask why, he explained.
"That Totodile looks weak. I'll show you a real Pokémon. Go, Pidgeotto!"
"Pidjo! Pidjo!!"
"Totodile, leer!" I shouted, angry at this bird.
"I have better things to do than battle you, wimp. C'mon, Pidgeotto,"
"Some nerve!" Kate said, angry.
"Toto-toto!"
"I'll beat him someday, when I'm a Pokémon master!" I exclaimed. "But today is not someday, it's today, so to Violet City we go!"
TO BE CONTINUED...!
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