Jared was a poor boy, from a poor family. His dad was a drunk, and his mom was an idiot. He grew up knowing his life would go no where. Jared never owned a pokemon, nor had he ever owned a poke ball for that matter. He had only one friend, and he passed away during the great famine two years ago. No one truly loved him, and he was sick of it. One night, Jared decided it was time to move on. Late that night, he went to the bathroom, and looked in the mirror. He was 5'7", with dirty blonde hair. He always wore the same beaten down hoodie over a blank shirt. He only owned three shirts, and only one pair of jeans, so there was no use in packing anything except his cigarettes. He stole them from his dad, who would spend most of his money on booze and drugs. His mom never had a job, and was constantly abused by Jared's father. She never paid any mind to Jared, in fact, she hated him. When she found out Jared was a boy, she wanted an abortion, but it was way too late by that time. Jared was going to run away, that night, so after a long look in the mirror, he walked out, he just walked out of the house, never to see his god-awful parents, ever, again.
He walked, slowly, but casually. As soon as he walked out of that front door, he was alone. But make no mistake, that was a good thing, a very good thing indeed! He was overjoyed by the fact he would never have to deal with his parents again. He pulled out the pack of cigarettes from his hoodie pocket, looked at them, and then put them back. Jared didn't smoke, nor would he ever. The last thing he wanted was to end up like his dad. He took them so he could sell them, and hopefully start out his new life with some pocket change. As he was walking across a dead silent street, he came to a forest edge. He stepped into the forest, determined to get somewhere secluded. All of a sudden, he heard it, the noise that would change his life forever...the cry of his very, first, pokemon