My name is Nicholas, or Nick, and I graduated an extended Pokemon School degree from Goldenrod City in Johto. Mainly studying Pokemon native to Johto, I also had classes in newly discovered evolutions and some of my time passed with studying simple Kanto fauna. It is not that Hoenn or Sinnoh Pokemon didn't interest me, but my studies only covered a few of them, and only those I could find locally. I was focused. I was ready. I was pumped to be the best Pokemon trainer there ever was. It's not like it had always been that way. Actually, I had never cared to go on an adventure, that's why I, at the age of 13, was completely overthrown with winning the lottery, so to speak. On my way to the ride that would take me back home to Azalea Town, I decided to go to the mall. This is where I met Cree, and at that moment I decided to dedicate my life to make him the best Pokemon there was by defeating the reigning Champion, Lance. It would make him proud, and that was all I wanted.
The mall was huge, brightly lit and with people, some with their Pokemon out, everywhere. There was an annoying buzzing noise everywhere you went, but if you listened closely you would be able to differentiate the voices and even hear some spoken words. This might sound cheesy, but I think it was faith shouting into my ear: "Step right up and win a newly bred Pokemon, complete with a useful moveset and a great attitude". The attitude thing was maybe stretching it, I'd say, but a free Pokemon? Of course it had to have a catch. And it did, though it was a small one. It was a promotional campaign of some brand that I cannot remember as I'm telling you this story. I cannot even for the life of me remember what the question was or how I got it right, but I guess the classes in the Pokemon of Kanto paid off, since I that day took the bus home with a (somewhat) happy little Scyther. It wasn't the one I had been hoping for, but it was mine, and he was proud of himself and I was proud of me and him. My very first Pokemon.
I was 16 when I graduated, and my mom still wasn't fond of Cree – mainly because of his attitude problem, but also because some of her furniture and decorations suffered from Cree's, if a little unwilling, training. But he was my first (and only) Pokemon, and even though we had our differences, that didn't mean we didn't love each other. That is why, on the day of my graduation, I vowed to Cree to make him the strongest Pokemon there was, even if we did have a little (okay, big) disadvantage. I had no idea how to battle. Kids would travel already at 10 sometimes, and here I was: 16 years old and with a Scyther I had barely trained and never battled with. I didn't even think he was level 10 then.
"Mom?" I had snuck into the living room, and I was speaking with an almost guilty voice. I didn't know why, because I was more than happy to tell her. "I've decided to travel with Cree! The sooner the better" I said a little more firmly.
"You have?" She didn't act surprised, but I could tell she wasn't all that for it. I was nervous about her response, but I wouldn't let her stop me. "Fine then, go pack up your stuff, tomorrow we'll go to the police station and stamp you in as a trainer. And I'll take you to the mart" I was relieved. She hadn't objected, even though she seemed just about to do so. And I got to go tomorrow already?
That night I dreamt of fierce battles with Dragonite, Tyranitar and several other strong Pokemon, and Cree won then all, even though he slept right next to me.