This is my first attempt at writing anything outside of being forced to by my english teacher. Let me know what you think and I'll probably write more!
I cringed as I looked around my room. Everyhing was a mess. My room behind me had items scattered around everywhere, papers strewn around from my notebook as it flew off of the table where it had been hit. But besides all that, I was satisfied. I had gotten a brand new pokemon, my very first one, from Professor Sycamore, in the form of an egg, because we had just moved away from Unova to come to Kalos and he had given it to me as a welcome gift. I was not as fortunate as some of the other trainers in the city, due to the fact that I had to live in a house slightly further off, due to none being on sale nearer to the Pokemon Center or the Center for Pokemon Study (side note, if anyone can come up with better names please comment) but it didn't bother me. But something strange was happening to me now, that would never be reversible.