I do not own Pokemon.
Based on a true story.
"And that's how you catch a Pokemon."
I stared blankly at Lucas as he finished demonstrating me on how to catch wild pocket monsters. As soon as I noticed that he finished talking, I quickly tried to look interested as Lucas turned to look at me to see if I listened to him.
Seeing the look I had on my face, Lucas smiled slightly at me.
"If you need any help later on, you can ask me."
"Thank you" I replied as I watched Lucas walking away from view. The moment he did, I quickly ran into the tall grass and tried to catch my first wild pokemon.
It was hard, I'll admit, but it was totally not worth it. During my whole search, I wasted all the money I had on pokeballs, beat up some kids, took their money, spent that on more pokeballs, and wasted all of them just to catch one shinx. By that time, I gave up on the whole "catching new friends" thing and tried to train my Piplup and Shinx. The moment I did though, I saw something extraordinary.
Out in the field, I saw a weirdly colored Bidoof.
My eyes were wide in shock as I just stared at the, apparently, sleeping shiny. Quickly getting over my shock and having determination, I called out my shinx and ordered it to use tackle. The moment they made contact, I could tell it was a critical hit, but the Bidoof survived. Taking this chance before it could run away, I searched in my bag for a pokeball.
Only problem was that I had none.
I cursed as the Bidoof ran off, it's sparkles taunting me as it followed closely behind it's owner.
Revised Version