To learn a language: Pokémon style.
Chapter 1: The Journey Begins. Part 1
Hi, my name is Kaylynn. I live in Hearthome city. My only friend is a Riolu. His name is well… Riolu. I've never actually given him a name. I was there when he hatched from an egg. It's been several years now, he's still alive amazingly. How old am I, you may ask? Seventeen now. I've always been fond of the pokemon species. How they communicate amongst themselves and their natural habitat, stuff like that. Sometimes I wish I knew how to speak their language. Well don't all people want to know? Some couldn't care less, but I care. And this is where my story begins, my true journey, my quest, to learn the pokemon language. I have people to help. No, not really cause then they would think I'm crazy, or because no one in the world knows the language. I have pokemon to help. Can they understand me? Maybe, I have no clue actually.
"Riolu," I called from my room. "Could you come in here?" A shape of black and blue waltzed into the room. "Riori?" "Want to do some traveling? Tomorrow maybe?"
"Rio Lurio" (Because I'm sure the audience doesn't really care about what a riolu says and its pronunciation etc., I will put the speech in brackets.)
"Let's get some sleep then. It's 9:17 P.M." I replied. [Isn't that a little early?]
As I turned off the lights, Riolu left the room. He's probably going back to his own room. I never checked. I don't keep him in a pokeball because you need a license in order to 'catch' something. Why I never got a license is because you must pay an initial fee of five hundred poke dollars to do so. Then you have to pay an additional two hundred poke dollars every month. I for one don't have the money to do that. Things are going to change tomorrow. I just know it.