I shake in nervousness as the elder gracefully leads me into her Cove. There, I am met by a "Gible Gib Gib" from the most cute little dragon I have ever seen.
"Rachel dear," the elder says to me, "meet Gible. She is going to be your first pokémon."
Excitedly, I pick up Gible and hug her. "I'm going to call you Gracie!" I tell her. She nods happily.
"I see that you two will get along famously," the elder says with relief, as it is generally harder for a dragon type to get along with their trainer, or humans in general.
After that, I return Gracie to her pokéball. I decide that it is time for us to get some training. I head to the local gym. The gym whose badge has long since become worthless in the eyes of the outside world, but it is the pride of our little Cherokee reservation.
Gracie may be adorable, but her attacks pack a punch. She takes down the Rattata Brothers' rattatas in the blink of an eye, as well as the Axew of an Axew trainer. She kicks butt left and right until we get to the leader, my father.
My father sends out a Gabite. The Gabite is male, perfect. "Gracie, use attract!." The attack hits, but it has no affect. "Your Gabite's a flaming homo, isn't he dad!" I say accusingly.
"You're acting like I can control my pokémon's sexual orientation," my father retorts.
"Gracie, kick that faggot's retarded ass!" I command.
Gracie begins to glow. "No way, she's evolving!" Soon, two Gabite are staring each other down.
"All right!" I say, "Gracie, use Dragon Rasengan!" The attack is super effective.
"Gaylord!" my father says, "use Dragon Soul." The damage from Gracie's attack causes Gaylord to miss. The recoil damage causes him to faint.
"I win, give me the Cherokee badge," I say.
After receiving the worthless badge and healing my newly evolved Gracie at the pokemon center, I set out from the Cherokee reservation that is my home to start my journey in the States.
"Hold up, Rachel!" my brother yells as he tackles me with a hug. "I love you, sis, I always will," he whispers, "always remember who you are and where you're from!"
"I will, chief!" I promise with a sharp salute. Then I break down. "I will miss you so much bro!" I cry. He pats my back and says, "now, now, go out on your journey and make your big bro proud."
"Yes sir!" I say, wiping away my tears. Before I could change my mind, I straddle my hog (motercycle) and kick it to life. After looking back one more time with tears in my life, I put it in drive and hit the gas.
Driving my hog is second nature to me, so I simply allow my mind to wander as I speed along the interstate towards my destination: Dallas, Texas.