I own Carman, Dylan, Brianna, and other characters. I don't own Pokémon.
CHAPTER ONE: Outlined
Ourteacher drew different math stuff on the board, nothing I would care about. If you are a normal child, you know that school sucks. It is a boring waste of time. And we have to spend too much of our lives sitting in an uncomfortable plastic chair, trying to play with a pencil gripper rather than listen to some blabber-mouth adult trying to teach us about crap. I guess the teachers aren't always so bad, though. Sometimes they give you skittles….. Oh, never mind that. School is part of a regular human's life. You wait for summer to come, it comes, it goes, and you wait for it to come again. But who invented school? Albert Einstein could have possibly done it. Well, no, that sounds stupid. But whoever did is going to pay. But good thing it's only the first day, because on Tuesday we start taking exams. In middle school, you take exams at the beginning of the year and at the end of the year. I really think that doing SOLs in elementary school is way better, but I'm past that now. I'm in eighth grade, which means I am thirteen. But a lot of other kids in my grade are older than me. It's usually because they got held back or have early birthdays. My birthday, August the first, is sort of late, but it's not that bad. The intercom just buzzed, the most interesting that has happened all day, so I listen.
"Carman Smith to the office," It said.
"She'll be right down," My teacher replied and gestured for me to go.
As I walked down the hall, I thought. Why was I called to the office? Was I in trouble? Is it going to something humiliating? I had no idea what to expect as I stepped through the thick glass door. I looked around and saw the principal sitting at her desk, smiling at me.
"Sit down," She said as she pulled out a comfy red chair. I plopped down in it, still not knowing what was going on.
"Remember that contest you signed up for to start your own Pokémon journey, and only three people in the school would win?" She asked, widening her smile.
"Yes," I nodded.
"Well, you won!" She told me enthusiastically.
"Yes!" I cheered. I had always wanted to be a Pokémon trainer.
"So, we have the three Pokémon you may choose from right here. Choose wisely!" She led me to a small room connecting to her office with three Pokémon playing in it. There was a Houndour, Smoochum and Wooper. I had no idea what Pokémon I was going to pick, but I would just pick one. I would pick the one that felt right.
"May I have Houndour?" I looked up at the principal.
"Sure! The other winners will pick next," She returned Houndour in a Pokéball and give it to me.
