Grace did not want to go to camp. She really didn't. She wanted to stay home, eat pizza, and watch anime. Those were her listed summer activities. Summer camp was not there. It should've never been there in the first place. Why was it there?

Because she was being fat and lazy? The pizza had vegetables and she had to order it herself. Because her dad wants her to follow in his footsteps? Not even close. Because it was her parents' twentieth anniversary and they want to spend some alone time in New York City? No.

Let me guess. Is it because she's going to a camp for "special" kids, where they do things only "special" kids can do?

Ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner. Yay.

"I'm sorry; did you say it's hard to be a Pokémon Trainer?" Grace asked, stiffly turning to the child that sat next to her. He'd kept on talking and talking and talking and wouldn't shut up even though she'd asked him to stop way too many times to count. She couldn't focus on her manga, and the lack of sleep on the long bus ride was pissing her off.

"Well, yeah," The brunette stated, as if it was the simplest answer in the history of the world. Heck, he even rolled his eyes. "We have to train Pokémon a bunch of moves, and battle gym leaders. We have a tight budget and we never know how we'll pay for food, so we have to take on small jobs whenever we have the chance. We have to brave through snow and sandstorms, and we have to constantly fight for survival against wild Pokémon."

Our protagonist would've laughed at that but another rider chose to add her own two cents. "Actually, I think it's much harder to be a coordinator."

"Seriously?" The boy questioned, crossing his arms. "How?"

"Well, we have to do everything a trainer does on our journeys. And to add on to that, every move our Pokémon uses has to be beautiful and original! Do you have any idea how hard it is to do something like that every round for every tournament?" In the very brief silence that followed while the blabbermouth considered this, Grace reclined into the bus seat, trying to make the best out of the hard plastic. She hadn't even read a sentence in her manga when another student spoke up.

"Actually, being a researcher is the hardest," A large boy said, pushing his round glasses higher. They were so thick that it was hard to see the brown eyes behind them. He sniffled between his sentences, making Grace confused. He had a cold in the middle of summer? "We have to study every aspect of Pokémon, including biology and behavior. We need to dissect them, which is next to impossible with ghost and rock types, and then we have to provide trainers and coordinators with licenses."

Grace bit her lip as the three kept on talking and clutched her manga, wrinkling a bit of the pages. "Shut up, shut up, shut up..." She muttered. But the three kept going. She snapped and roared, "SHUT UP! I'M TRYING TO READ!" The students on the bus had to pause for a minute to calm their miniature heart attacks. The dark-skinned girl huffed, blowing a stray black hair out of her face, and sat back down in her seat. "Finally..."

In five minutes, the bus was as noisy as ever. Grace had given up on reading her book, putting it in her backpack. She stared outside the vehicle window, at the long and winding plains. The last stop was Miami, which they'd cleared two hours ago. A Mankey tried to break the glass because she'd stared at it as it ate a banana, and failed terribly. Hopefully it didn't break its foot when it tumbled back into the thick greenery.

Maybe that's what her parents meant by 'it's a jungle'. It'll try to kill you. What great parents.

The bus ride continued for another hour until they arrived to… the middle of nowhere apparently, where a humongous plane was waiting for them.

"What the fudge?" Grace muttered as she exited the yellow vehicle. There were camp counselors keeping kids away from the plane while a few others worked on it, and the huge field was filled with kids and their Pokémon playing games.

This was not on the brochure.

Grace was promised pizza and Pokémon battles. Sure there were some kids having Pokémon battles but there was no pizza. The girl ran to one of the counselors and motioned to the madness around her, asking, "What is the meaning of this?"

"We have a few minutes before liftoff, so please be patient." She replied.

"No, no, no," Grace explained, shaking her head. "I was promised pizza."

The woman and her Pokémon stared at her for a moment, their eyebrows raised. What a strange girl. "Um… there'll be pizza on the plane...?"

"Okay…" Grace muttered. She turned from the adult and walked around the clearing, wondering what she could do until the plane started up.

"Hey watch it!" She shouted, barely avoiding a dodge ball. The kid who threw it ignored her and he and his friends continued to play. The game was crazy with the Pokémon playing as well. If you got hit, you'd slam into a tree. Grace literally had to jump out of the way from a stray flamethrower.

"You people are crazy!" She shouted, slapping the flame on her Sergeant Frog hat. Luckily there was no damage. She decided it'd be best to run away from this madness, and with her good fortune, she stumbled upon a nice tall oak tree.

Grace threw herself under the shade of the tree, barely avoiding a face-to-kickball collision, and sighed contently before drifting off to sleep. "It's a jungle..."

I didn't enjoy the end of this chapter. Hopefully I can fix it, or at least make up for it next chapter. (No more OCs!)

WARNING: I will only update when I feel like it, so don't expect this to be updated every week. But on the bright side, I'll give you an interesting story. ...More or less. :P Please don't ask me when I'll add your character. They'll make an appearance in due time, trust me. This isn't a first-come first-serve.

I want to address this thing called "Overused Pokémon." You can't pretend you don't know what they are. One happens to show a lot in OC forms: Eevee, her evolutions, and Riolu. Come on guys. I know you like them but give Magikarp some love!