I was like the rest of the kids in my town except for the fact that I could talk to Pokémon and understand them, it wasn't always a good thing however because most of the time people thought I was mad and talking to myself. I had to see quite a few therapists because of my mum and dads *worries*
I was very much laid back about this most people would try to make money of these type of skills but I had one goal, to become a trainer even if it killed me. (Witch it nearly does quite a few times)
I decided to pop the question about becoming a trainer as I was already 12 and had missed 2 years of could-be-training "can I have a starter Pokémon I'm 12 already" I asked praying for the answer I dreamed about "no, there dangerous and you couldn't handle one anyway" my mum answered flatly.
My dreams slightly crushed I decided to find a way to blackmail them in to it with a "fine then I'm going to run away" but my dad just scoffed "and were to?" "Sandgem town" I replied half-heartedly knowing that would be nearly impossible with all the Pokémon about.
I decided that if they really wouldn't let up with this then I really would attempt it even if I was killed in the process *even tho I wasn't really up for the hole dying thing quite yet*
After their forceful "No!" I decided to run away to Sandgem that evening while my parents were out shopping I had everything I needed for the journey *well what I could afford anyway and that mostly consisted of sandwiches and one other pair of clothes*
As I walked out to the First route to Sandgem I felt a cold shiver and my palms were overly sweaty I decided if I ran though there the Pokémon wouldn't have time to attack *such a bad idea* as I walked back a couple steps preparing for the mad scramble to Sandgem it would take about an hour on foot even if I was running.
Just as I was about to go I heard a stern voice shout "STOP!" I turned around to find an old man with a disapproving glare
"Just what were you about to try!" he said as his face seemed to be getting even more intimidating "I um-was about to go to Sandgem "I said retreating in to myself with a small voice
"Do you have any Pokémon!?" "Um-no I don't" I said fearing for my life as his eyes felt like they were burning a hole through my skull "I see and why were you trying to go to Sandgem!?" he asked seeming to lose his freighting glare but it turned in to a pitiful look of disgust at what I was about to try
"Well I want a starter Pokémon I want to be a trainer!" I said with a bit too much excitement that he took the wrong way "I doubt such a reckless boy like you could ever be a trainer!" the words were like daggers "you could be killed by Pokémon but I bet that neither crossed your mind either" he continued the grimace look fading being replaced with a look of anger once more.
Was he right was it just a hollow dream someone like me couldn't achieve…?
