My name is Maya Evans, but my friends call me May. I'm 13 years old. This is the story of my life in the world of Pokemon. I know what you're probably thinking. Way to go, Captain Obvious. We all live in the same world, you know. But I haven't always lived here. I was born in Toronto. It all started the day after I turned 11. September 21st, right after school let out.
My house was really close to the school, so I always walked home. As soon as I walked out the door that day, a peculiar rain started that stirred a strange suspicion in the back of my mind. I decided to cut through a nature-park on my way home, as I often did. There was a thick group of trees keeping some of the rain of of me. It also made it even darker. The rain gradually got worse as I traversed the thick forest until it became a foggy torrential downpour. At that point, I was close to the way out, but the street was busy and covered with a thick fog and my eyes had adjusted to the dark, so I decided it was too dangerous and slumped down against the rough bark of a large tree with good cover. I pulled the messenger bag I had slung over one shoulder onto my lap, pulling my knees closer to my chest and fishing through it for one of two things: one, my cell phone to call my mom, and two, a small snack I keep in my bag for emergencies, getting more frantic, desperate and scared every second that passed. Soon, my hand brushed against what felt like a cold piece of plastic and metal, which I pulled from the bag, heaving a heavy sigh of relief. I flipped it open, frantically dialing my home phone. It rang once, twice, then my mom picked up.
"Mom?" I asked breathlessly. "Are you there?" My desperate, out of breath state was evident in my voice.
"Yes, I'm here. Is something wrong? Where are you? It's been 15 minutes!" she asked, sounding almost as nervous as me.
"I'm still in the forest. I got caught up in the storm, and I can't see well enough right now to feel safe crossing such a busy street. It's foggy, my eyes have adjusted to the dark from the cover of the trees, and my eyes aren't the greatest anyway." I told her, choking back tears for who-knows-why.
"Storm? What storm?" she asked. "It's perfectly clear here, and we're only a couple minutes walking distance apart."
I scoffed angrily, which temporarily took the place of my fear, while simultaneously growing it larger. "Whaddya mean, Mom?! It's pouring out here!" I shouted, again choking back tears. I untied the knot that kept my cherry-red headband around my head, pulling it off and squeezing it into a sopping ball. "Mom, I gotta go. I'll see you as soon as I can." I choked, hanging up the phone and breaking the paper-thin dam that had been keeping my tears at bay. I curled up into a ball and wrapped my drenched burning-orange jacket tighter around me. I heard thunder, and before long I was unconscious.
Author's Note: So, whaddya think? she's the same May from Ruby and Sapphire, btw, if it wasn't obvious. Her personality and character in general is based on me, like her being Canadian. Also, like me, she has Autism and, as such, is extremely emotional and intelligent. Follow me and review with comments and suggestions if you like it! I realized that nobody has been sucked into the body of a Trainer. Mystery Dungeon is popular, but that's human to Pokemon, I'm doing bona fide real-world person to trainer, which, as far as I know, hasn't been done before. Next chapter will be about where she ends up, then who she meets while there. See ya!