Mockisode I: A blue Day!
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Chapter 1: Waking up
Today, was the big, most important, and life changing day of my life; I failed Pokemon trainer school. Yes, out of 20 students, myself and some psychotic, demented kid from the Hoenn, have to begin our classes, for the THIRD TIME! It sounds pretty pathetic, but I spend my school time and home time on the DS, playing Pokemon games. I've learned a bit of information here and there, but I acknowledge everything from this game called White 2. Of course its an excuse, because the logic in it makes no since I reality. I live in a large, rectangular cardboard box in the attic. It seems like it would be uncomfortable, but in reality the newspaper floor and saw dust bedding is quite luxurious. I, Mash Ketchup, plan on running away, going to the black market, get a poke ID, some poke balls and getting my very first pokemon, which I have no clue what it is.
Chapter II: leaving
I finally pack some underwear, jeans, some shirts, a beanie, and some counterfeit cash and ran out to the black market. It was a sunny day, the perfect day to start an adventure. Peering around, Pidgies and Pidgeottos were crossing the skies, flower pokemon were singing sweet, joyful tunes together, and people surrounded the village roads selling several tools and berries. I felt so free; I was away from the pressure of family and expectations. Now, I could roam the lands of the Kanto region with no one bossing me around. I absolutely loved my parents even though they provided poor living conditions for me, I adored them. But after failing school many times, I've felt miserable. I thought, "Maybe I can learn everything on my journey!". So then I encouraged myself to leave I hopes of a better future. Then, I finally came to a stop. I've arrived at the Black market, which surprisingly has not been shut down yet. In front of me were 2 large, steel doors under the ground. I knocked five times, and I was let in.
Chapter III: Surprise, Surprise
A small, rectangular window was opened. Two large eyes appeared, glaring at me. A Very dark pitched voice man said, "Hey twerp! What do ya think your doing on private property?! Get off before I give you a treatment of hyper beam!"
I replied, Let me get my goodies or I'll get the officers! Either let me pass through or end your life in prison you ugly bum!"
the man growled in anger, but the threat was much more severe and upsetting than an insult. He open one of doors and let me in. I looked at him as if he was acted pathetic, as while he mumbled under his breath. There were a series of guards who were really some local wannabe tough guys. The only thing that made them look masculine was there mullets and shades. My goodness, who came up with these forsaken styles?
The black market disguised as a herbs and berries shop's storage room, which was really an illegal underground market. None of the officers seem to notice it, though its right in the open. Anyways, I was making my way around the market, looking for a Pokemon trainer's stand. The black market was flooded with thief's, con artists and liars. Most of the people could not be trusted. But the people who sold illegal pokemon goods, were just encouraging troubled trainers to make an effort in completing their pokemon journey.
"Selling Pokemon, fake ID's and pokeballs! All at the price of 80!" I heard the voice yell it out several times, and I rushed through the traffic and found my one way ticket to my adventure.