The bus bounced along the gravel road, I watched as trees passed by, almost giving me the sensation that they were moving and not me. The bus hit a pothole in the road and everyone on the bus was thrown out of their seats for a moment. I bit my tongue, landing back in my seat. I groaned as the pain tingled still; so far it was going to be a wonderful week at camp.

After a number more of potholes and sharp turns on the dirt road, a single tent poked its way through the branches of the fir trees. The bus came to a stop in the middle of a large parking lot. The other kids on the bus managed to pack their way out of the bus before I did, and all I could do was patiently wait until everyone else was out of the aisle before I could leave. I muttered a "see ya" to the driver as I hopped down the steps and onto the dusty ground.

Three camp directors greeted us and two others took our bags out of the bus. One was a tall, lanky man with shaggy red hair, with some tied into a small ponytail on top of his head, he spoke first saying, "Welcome to Camp Royale. Now how many of you brought tents?" Almost every hand went up. "Well, you won't need them. You'll be staying in caves." Groans and gasps (and even one "cool") erupted from his audience. The director waited until we settled down to continue, and as he did so, he motioned to a side table where curious drills were laid out. "The first task you will have here is to create your own cave with these Digger Drills." He picked one up to show us what they looked like. It was a small hand-held device with a screen on one side and a trigger on the other, the top was a drill. "All you have to do is map out what you want your cave to be shaped." He turned the screen on, and it showed different options of rooms, "Hold it up to a cliff side." He motioned to a very long cliff side to the north of the lot, "And press the trigger. Any questions?"

A girl raised her hand, "How can that little thing drill a cave?"

"Good question" He paused momentarily "that I don't have an answer to. All I know- it does." He said then waited for another question. There weren't any, so the camp leader handed each of us a digger drill and told us to not set the drills off anywhere near another. I took mine and felt the drill, it was sharp, but not sharp enough to cut my finger. I found a spot far away from anyone else, and loud drilling noises erupted from where the other campers were. Someone screamed. I deemed it as they were surprised at the drill, and thought nothing of it.

I turned the drill so the screen faced me and I turned it on. A panel of boxes popped up, each one looked like a room. I scanned through each of them, noting which ones looked most appealing, then went back and pressed one. The screen asked, "Are you sure?" I hit "Yes" then the drill instructed me to pull the trigger at the wall. I did so, and the drill spun and spun and launched itself at the wall and quickly drilled its way inside. I couldn't see what was going on inside, but the loud noises of drilling through stone told the tale. I could barely hear myself think from the volume of the drill, but it was over in a minute or so. The drill poked itself out of the wall, about grass level, and carved upward, curved about a foot above me, then came back down to grass level. The stone carved out fell inwards and opened to the room that I chose. I looked around, and tried to touch the ceiling- I only could if I jumped. The room was about the size of a normal bedroom, but it had walls jutting out to segment the one room into three. A leader poked her head into my cave, she was fairly tall but stout and she had short-cropped gold hair with brown strands. She motioned for me to get closer and when I did so, she handed me a device that looked like a laptop but had a gigantic hole in the side that I could thrust my hand into.

"This will let you decorate your room." She said, "Just set it on the ground somewhere and turn it on."

"Are you going to show me how to use it?"

The leader shook her head, "Once it's on it's very self-explanatory." She started to leave but then added, "We'll be introducing everyone in about ten minutes. So meet over by the fire pit. It's at the closest edge of the lot." Then she walked away.

I set the laptop down on the floor in the area I decided I was going to sleep. The laptop turned on and the screen had several options. "Decorate" "Put away" "Pack up" and "Shut down". I clicked on "Decorate", the screen showed a variety of chairs, tables, beds (with blankets and pillows), sofas, and even a fridge and sink. I chose a chair, then a grid of my room opened up. I pressed in one box where to put the chair. A circular device shot out of the computer to the spot and the chair came out of it. The device shot back into the computer. "... Cool" I muttered, then proceeded to decorate more. The device had to come back to the laptop before I could choose another piece of furniture.

When I finished, I shut the laptop down and tried to pick it up, but it was stuck to the floor. I tried again, harder, but it was stuck solid. "Weird..." I said but left it alone, I walked out of the opening and the stone door on the floor closed behind me, and became a stone door with a hinge and doorknob. "This is really weird." I noted, but shrugged, "Oh well." I hurried over to where the other kids and the leaders were gathered.

"Okay, now that we're all here, I'll start." Said the lanky man, "I'm Russell."

"Mary." Said the woman who gave me the laptop.

"Name's Lawrence." The third said, he was short and fat with long brown hair that was tied behind his head in a ponytail. He wore a bandanna around his neck and looked a lot like a biker.

Russell motioned to the other two directors, "Mary is the leader for the girls, Lawrence is the leader for the boys. I'm the guy you come to if you have any questions or problems." Russell put his hands in his pockets, "I don't think any of you noticed, but there was a portal on the road here. These devices we've shown you, you've never seen or heard of before, I'm sure. And I'll show you another one very soon, but you should have seen it before." Russell squatted down and said, "In this camp, you will learn and see and find things that you never thought existed. You will learn battle strategy, how to survive in these woods, and also how to make friends with the creatures in this area." He pulled out a small red and white ball with a black stripe through the center and a button on the stripe. "Now, who can tell me what this is?"

My hand shot up. Russell motioned to me, "That's a Pokeball." I said.

Russell nodded, "And..?"

"And it's used for catching pokemon." I added.

He smiled, "Very good." He pressed the button on the pokeball and a small yellow creature with red cheeks and a lightning-bolt shaped tail popped out. Some kids gasped, some groaned (and I shouted "sweet"). "Now, who can tell me what this critter is called?"

"Pikachu!" It shouted.

Russell chuckled, "It should be pretty easy, he just said his name."

"Pikachu" we said in a monotone unison./p

Russell pressed the pokeball button once again, a yellow light surrounded pikachu and brought it back inside. The pokeball closed and Russell shoved it into his pocket once more. "I'm sure you're now aware that this camp is, in fact, a Trainer's camp." He smiled, "But, for now, we'll just start with the basics. There are over 700 kinds of pokemon in the world, but these woods only home maybe a hundred. Most of the pokemon here will be grass type, or, they will have grass abilities and attacks. Some will be poison, normal, fighting, flying, bug, rock, and you might luck out with a water type. Who here is confused?" A couple hands showed, "Okay. Each pokemon has a type, some have two. There are eighteen types since Kalos: Fire, Water, Grass, Poison, Bug, Dark, Dragon, Fairy, Flying, Fighting, Rock, Ground, Psychic, Ghost, Steel, Ice, Electric, and Normal." Russell had to think hard about the last few, continuing on, "Some pokemon types are stronger against some and weaker against others. Can anyone guess what's strong against Fire?" I raised my hand. Russell nodded to me and I told him it was Water, ground, rock and dragon. Russell nodded then asked if I knew about pokemon. I nodded. Russell's eyebrows furrowed, he then asked, "What are the status conditions?"

"Sleep, poison, paralyze, burn, frozen. And also the less important but annoying confusion and infatuation."

"And how do you heal these conditions?"

"With medicine and berries. Pecha and Antidotes heal poison, Cheri and Paralyze Heal heal paralyzed pokemon, Chesto and Awakenings heal sleep, burn heals and Rawst berries heal burns, and Ice heals and Aspear heal frozen. Persim berries heal confusion, and I don't think there's a berry that heals infatuation." I explained, "But I know that playing a red flute can heal infatuation and..." Russell cut me off there.

"Well then, I guess this camp won't do too much for you. I'm sure if I gave you a pokeball you could just go right up to anything and catch it." I could've sworn that there was malice behind his voice. Maybe he thought I was wasting his time? I dunno.

"Well, only if the pokemon doesn't escape. Healthy pokemon aren't caught easily." I replied, to which Russell frowned. Maybe that comment was unnecessary...

Russell ignored me after that, and he continued to teach the other kids about pokemon and their abilities and what-not that I already knew from the Pokemon games. I sat back and ignored everything, since I already knew it. The other kids glanced at me whenever Russell asked a question, and occasionally I would whisper the answer, but otherwise, I said nothing.

I was the first one to get up when the lesson ended, and Mary came up to me and asked, "Do you think you're ready for a pokemon today?" I nodded in response and she led me into the woods. She handed me five pokeballs and said, "You know that healthy pokemon aren't always easy to catch, but there are ways to make it easier. If you become friendly with the pokemon before trying to catch it, then the pokemon may be more willing to be caught." Mary patted me on the back and warned, "Don't stray too far from the path." Then she walked away.

(A/N Tecy: Hehe, FORGOT TO MENTION that this story is TRIPLE posted. You can find it here, WattPad, and DeviantArt. The story on WattPad, however, is updated more frequently.

Moving on, First chapter of the first part of Camp Rocket and everything seems pretty peaceful... For now.

Mary being irresponsible and letting a teenager w/out knowledge of the area on her own. *clicks tongue* Shaaaaaame.)