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First fan fiction and all that jazz so let me know what you think.
The movers' Pokémon worked around me, carrying all of our boxes out of the truck and into the new house. I sat on the front lawn, my coat spread beneath, as I watched them work. My mom was running all around, in and out of the house, telling the movers and their Pokémon where to put our things. I saw one Pokémon walking by with a box labeled, "May's Junk."
"Hey wait," I called, jumping to my feet. The Pokémon stopped and looked at me as I jogged up to it. It was a Machoke, a muscular fighting Pokémon that stood just a few inches shorter than me. "That's my box. I'll take it in." The Pokémon hesitated, unsure about listening to someone other than its trainer, but after a moment handed the box to me. I took it back to my spot the lawn and dropped it. The box landed with a heavy thud and I sat back down before opening it up.
The first thing I pulled out was an old photo album, thrown in when I was packing as an afterthought. I tossed it to the side without opening it. Next I pulled out three Poke Balls, all empty. They had been a birthday present last year, from my dad with a promise to help me catch my first Pokémon.
My dad was a gym leader in Petalburg City, which meant he was always at the gym, helping new trainers and battling those that wished to challenge him for a badge. I grew up in another region, but we decided to move to the Hoenn region when my dad became the leader of the Petalburg gym. In Littleroot, we were still a few towns over from Petalburg, but much closer than the Johto region where we used to live.
"Terra, are you going to sit out here all day?" my mom asked. She was standing in the doorway, her hands on her hips in her "I'm serious," pose.
"Probably," I responded honestly, finally finding what I was really looking, my music player and headphones. I put them on and cranked up the volume, ending that conversation.
I leaned back and looked up at the sky, watching as a wild Taillow flew by. The movers eventually finished and drove away in their truck, leaving behind my mom and me. I rolled onto my stomach, watching as the truck that had driven us all the way from the Johto region disappeared. I was officially stranded in Littleroot.
I rolled back over and stared up at the house. I had yet to go inside but from out here I could tell it was a good house, for a gym leader. Pokémon trainers made little if any money, even gym leaders. Most of my dad's income came from what he won in battles, or from the tuition for his students, which he kept low on purpose. I wondered if my mom had dipped into her family money to afford the house. My mom comes from a very well to do family. It was no secret that my grandparents wished my mom had married someone more respectable, like a doctor or lawyer. They would throw a fit if they knew that I, their only grandchild, planned to become a Pokémon trainer as well.
A shadow fell over me as I inspected my new house. I glanced up to see a boy, about my age, dressed in trainer gear. He motioned to my headphones, which I took off. "Hey, you're the gym leader's kid, right?"
"Well, I prefer May, but yes, I'm the gym leader's kid," I said, sitting up. The boy offered his hand and helped me to my feet, having the decency to blush a bit.
"Sorry, I just knew that a gym leader's family was moving here. I wasn't expecting you to be a girl," he said.
I quirked an eyebrow and his blush deepened. "I didn't mean that how it sounded. I'm sure you're a great trainer."
"I'm actually not a trainer yet. No Pokémon," I explained.
"Really? Your dad is a gym leader and you don't have any Pokémon?" The boy was shocked, and with good reason. Most trainers started out young, and I was already sixteen and without a Pokémon.
"I just haven't had time to catch any. You know, with the move and all," I said with a shrug. The boy nodded, adjusting the bandana he had tied around his head.
"That makes sense, I guess. I only just got my first Pokémon, but I've been around them my entire life. I'm Brendan Birch by the way, Dr. Birch's son. We live right next door and my dad's lab is right down the street."
"My dad told me about Dr. Birch," I said. "He said he was brilliant. He didn't say anything about him having a son my age though."
Now Brendan shrugged. "Yeah, well I haven't exactly done anything mentionable yet," he said honestly. "But I'm going to. Actually, I'm leaving town tomorrow. I'm going to travel to all of the gyms to collect badges and catch more Pokémon on the way. My Treeko and I, we're going to challenge the Elite Four someday. It's really too bad though."
"What is?" I asked.
"That you only just got here and I'm leaving tomorrow. There aren't any other kids our age in Littleroot. It would have been nice to have someone to hang out with," he said, blushing again. "Anyways, I gotta go. I'm just getting back from the market in Oldale and I promised my mom I'd come back right away. Nice meeting you."
"Yeah, you too," I said as he began to walk away.
I stayed outside for a while longer until the sun began to set and a chill crept into the air. I picked my coat up off the ground and slid it back on, throwing everything back into the box and carrying it in with me.
"Is that you May?" my mom called from the kitchen. "Dinner will be ready in five."
"Okay!" I called back. I headed up the stairs and found the room with all of my boxes; setting down the one I was carrying on my desk. There was some hideous pink and blue Marill wallpaper on the walls, but that would be easy to take off. The rest of the room was really nice.
"May! Come set the table!" my mom called up the stairs.
A/N: So, there it is. Sorry for the ending, wasn't really sure how to leave it. Second chapter will probably be up later tonight because who likes to read just one chapter? Please let me know if you see anything that is not accurate. This story is the result of a long winter break and the discovery of my old Gameboy while moving. I am by no means a Pokemon expert so please let me know if something doesn't make sense. On the other hand, I know the beginning doesn't follow the plot exactly. I'm changing a few things to make it more story friendly. Thanks for reading!