Part One: The Incredible Journey!
Candra was a very peculair ten-year old. She was of foster parents, with a love for Pokemon. But what made her peculiar was her eyes. They were dark, intense, and seemed to have a never ending depth. Small, but with a heart of gold, she wanted so dearly to follow in the footsteps of Ash Ketchum. He was a local boy who had left a mere two months before her tenth birthday. She had long black hair that fell to her waist in a glistning curtain, it was usually swept back in a single braid, tied with a scrunchie. She wore baggy jeans, held with a thick leather belt, and a red and black shirt with a denim jacket. On her fingers were adorned leather gloves. She like boys clothes better than girls clothes anyway. And this is where out story begins...
Trrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr......SMACK! "I'm awake..."Murmers a groggy voice. Sitting up with a bad case of bedhead, was Candra Samules. She looked down at the shattered remains of her alarm clock and groaned. "Kara's gonna have a cow...". As if on some out of whack cue, Candra's foster mother, Kara ran into the room. "Candra! Get ready! You have to be at the Professors' in ten minuets! Get ready!" She cried, her red hair falling in her eyes. Jumping out of bed, she shooed her foster out of the room. She stripped off her PJ's and yanked on her fresh clothes. She ran a brush through her long hair, yanked on her sneakers, adorned her favorite black leather gloves, and dashed out the door.
"Professor Oak? Professor?! It's Candra! Remeber Candi?!" Candra called loudly. Upon reaching the lab, she had been let in, but there was NO sign of the elderly man. "Ah, Candra Samules. Pleasure! Your here about your Pokemon, aren't you?"Professor Samule Oak grinned as he entered the room. Candra nodded and bowed her head, her un-bound hair falling over her shoulders. "Come with me."He simply said and he walked down a long corridor. "Have you put much thought on which Pokemon you wish to pick?" He asked. She nodded, "I love Squritle. I've wanted one since I was little.". A firm nod. "Good choice. The Squirtle I have here is a good one. It's still a baby though, do you mind that?" He asked. She smiled, "I like baby Pokemon. It makes it easier to train them, and set boundaries.". Then they reached a large room. Walking to a small, circular table, Oak pressed a single button on the table. Three single Poke-Balls popped up and he picked up one. "This Poke-Ball contians you
Pokemon.". Then reaching into his pocket, he pulled out six empty Poke-Balls and a Poke-Dex. "Don't loose these Candra. It's your Poke-Dex, it's also your ID. And you will use these Poke-Balls for your newly captured Pokemon. Now...why don't you go and get started now!" He cried. Nodding, she dashed out of the room, and outside. Kara was awaiting outside, a napsack with a sleeping bag on top in her arms. "I've packed you everything you need. Money, clean clothes, rubber gloves for you laundry, your fishing pole, your knife, everything you might need on your journey."Kara said. "Thanks, Kara. I know I'll need all this." Candra said as she saddled the pack. "Before you leave, may we see your Pokemon?" Her foster asked. Candra nodded as she pulled her hair into a ponytail, and pulled it through the back of her Pokemon League hat that her foster had given her. She opened the PokeBall, and there stood a baby Squirtle! It first saw Candra. Picking it up, the baby ingraved in it's
mind, 'This thing is my mother.'. "It's so cute!" Candra giggled. Nodding, her foster mother huggled her and said, "be safe, have fun, and watch where you camp.". Nodding, Squirtle latched himself on the back of her backpack and hung on. Giggling, she said, "I guess it's time to go, huh.". She left and walked down the road, out of Pallet Town.
A\N: That's it so far! What do ya think? I'm gonna try to make thenext chapter real real good see!
Candra was a very peculair ten-year old. She was of foster parents, with a love for Pokemon. But what made her peculiar was her eyes. They were dark, intense, and seemed to have a never ending depth. Small, but with a heart of gold, she wanted so dearly to follow in the footsteps of Ash Ketchum. He was a local boy who had left a mere two months before her tenth birthday. She had long black hair that fell to her waist in a glistning curtain, it was usually swept back in a single braid, tied with a scrunchie. She wore baggy jeans, held with a thick leather belt, and a red and black shirt with a denim jacket. On her fingers were adorned leather gloves. She like boys clothes better than girls clothes anyway. And this is where out story begins...
Trrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr......SMACK! "I'm awake..."Murmers a groggy voice. Sitting up with a bad case of bedhead, was Candra Samules. She looked down at the shattered remains of her alarm clock and groaned. "Kara's gonna have a cow...". As if on some out of whack cue, Candra's foster mother, Kara ran into the room. "Candra! Get ready! You have to be at the Professors' in ten minuets! Get ready!" She cried, her red hair falling in her eyes. Jumping out of bed, she shooed her foster out of the room. She stripped off her PJ's and yanked on her fresh clothes. She ran a brush through her long hair, yanked on her sneakers, adorned her favorite black leather gloves, and dashed out the door.
"Professor Oak? Professor?! It's Candra! Remeber Candi?!" Candra called loudly. Upon reaching the lab, she had been let in, but there was NO sign of the elderly man. "Ah, Candra Samules. Pleasure! Your here about your Pokemon, aren't you?"Professor Samule Oak grinned as he entered the room. Candra nodded and bowed her head, her un-bound hair falling over her shoulders. "Come with me."He simply said and he walked down a long corridor. "Have you put much thought on which Pokemon you wish to pick?" He asked. She nodded, "I love Squritle. I've wanted one since I was little.". A firm nod. "Good choice. The Squirtle I have here is a good one. It's still a baby though, do you mind that?" He asked. She smiled, "I like baby Pokemon. It makes it easier to train them, and set boundaries.". Then they reached a large room. Walking to a small, circular table, Oak pressed a single button on the table. Three single Poke-Balls popped up and he picked up one. "This Poke-Ball contians you
Pokemon.". Then reaching into his pocket, he pulled out six empty Poke-Balls and a Poke-Dex. "Don't loose these Candra. It's your Poke-Dex, it's also your ID. And you will use these Poke-Balls for your newly captured Pokemon. Now...why don't you go and get started now!" He cried. Nodding, she dashed out of the room, and outside. Kara was awaiting outside, a napsack with a sleeping bag on top in her arms. "I've packed you everything you need. Money, clean clothes, rubber gloves for you laundry, your fishing pole, your knife, everything you might need on your journey."Kara said. "Thanks, Kara. I know I'll need all this." Candra said as she saddled the pack. "Before you leave, may we see your Pokemon?" Her foster asked. Candra nodded as she pulled her hair into a ponytail, and pulled it through the back of her Pokemon League hat that her foster had given her. She opened the PokeBall, and there stood a baby Squirtle! It first saw Candra. Picking it up, the baby ingraved in it's
mind, 'This thing is my mother.'. "It's so cute!" Candra giggled. Nodding, her foster mother huggled her and said, "be safe, have fun, and watch where you camp.". Nodding, Squirtle latched himself on the back of her backpack and hung on. Giggling, she said, "I guess it's time to go, huh.". She left and walked down the road, out of Pallet Town.
A\N: That's it so far! What do ya think? I'm gonna try to make thenext chapter real real good see!