"Woah! It's so cool!" this was the praise my sister got when she caught her first pokemon, a mudkip. Not just any mudkip, a shiny. Purple in color with a golden tail, it was a sight to behold. The kids all crowded around her during show-and-tell. Well except me. The rest had unimpressive pokemon- starlys, bidoofs, geodudes, and a heracross, the most interesting. Then again, 11-year-olds can't really find pokemon or travel to get them.
After that, they asked me why I was unimpressed. "Easy-shinies are aesthetic only, no real advantages. Also, my sister has a shiny charm - increases the chance of finding one. Very small, though."
"Do you have one?" I look to the person who said that. He's the smartest in the class and the trainer of a Pichu. "Nah, I don't wanna force them. If they come to me and like me, I'll catch 'em," I tell them. Why force them if they don't want to be caught. "Besides, we all get them soon enough. I bet you 500 pokedollars I'll have one in a month," I say, trying to give them free money. He, who is named Trevor, agrees.
( 7 hours later)
"DAAAAAAD! WE'RE HOMEEEE" I yell. Dad is a heavy sleeper, just like his Snorlax. I have to wake him up to not get pulverized.
"Swa! Swa!" I turn around. "Hi, swablu." this is my dad's, too. He loves cleaning, so their a perfect fit. But, swablu seems off and pulls me towards the closet. I open it to see my mom's delibird pointing at the shelf. "nothing there." he looks back frantically, only to find nothing. He sadly shrugs, then goes to helping mudkip find the treats. I close the door.
But little did I know of the blue scarf dragging a sword from the hole in the wall.