CHAPTER 1: The Flight to Africa

I know what it's like to be a father to all of my Pokemon. I've been taking care of them since I was 12. Now I'm 16, and I will tell you this story, and it's true. It all started out on a average day of school, and I brought my Pichu, Peter, with me. I was getting ready for a field trip, and I also brought my other 5 Poke Balls.

The field trip was going to Africa. "I hope you're not scared of the wilderness," my aqauintance Gary said to me. "You might as well get eaten by a lion, or worse, get shipwrecked!" Gary laughed. "Shut up," I said. "We're here for the field trip, not for you to taunt me with your jokes." "What? I was joking!" Gary replied. "Besides, you and your pathetic Pichu might get into a shipwreck!"

"Shut up," I whispered. When we got on the bus, I gave Peter a treat. "It'll be alright, Peter. Gary's just a dumbass, that's all," I said. Peter smiled and lied down on my lap. Shortly after, he fell asleep.