Hello everyone willing to read an amature's work, i'm RashLucarioMaster or RLM for short. Here is my story, hope you like it.
Pokemon doesn't belong to me, it belongs to it's owners Nintendo and Satoshi Tajiri and anyone elts who owns this magnificant enterprise
"Mom, come on, you're smothering me" A 4'9'', 10 year old boy with long brown hair, dark tan jean shorts, and a green t-shirt complains as his mother double checks his backpack fotr the fifth time that morning.
"I can't help it" His mother says "You're leaving home for the first time" A sigh was heavy in her voice as she spoke, she was barely keeping her composure as she looked over each of the back pack pockets. "In just a little while you'll be gone, and i'll never see you again"
"I'll be back mom" the boy sighed, slightly annoyed at the way his mother was treating him, even after he promised to call her on the video phone as soon as he arrived in Eterna City, no matter how much he hated technology.
His mom calmed down some, knowing she was worrying too much "Well then" she said, trying to perk herself up "What are you going to do for a partner?" she asked "Are you going to bring one of your friends from home"
"Nope" he said, cheering up some. He didn't want to take the chance of hurting one of his best friends from his childhood. He loved all of his pokemon, but he knew none of them were ready to fight the kind of pokemon he was going to fight "I'm going to catch a wild pokemon as i walk to Eterna City"
"Oh" his mom said, slightly surprised "Well then, in that case" she went over to the table and grabbed a yellow and black ball with a white dot in the center "Take this" she said, handing her son the ultra ball "It was my last pokeball that i bought before i settled down with your father"
"Thanks" the boy said, putting the 'prison' in his pocket.
He then began to walk out the door, when his mom reminded him "Watch out for female pokemon around Halloween" she warned
"I know mom" he said, shivering and blushing as he recalled a year ago when he first caught sight of a female growlithe in heat and what a male did to 'help' her. The memory would not soon be forgotten, for it had scared him, especially when another female tried to entice him to join in, knocking him to the ground. He quickly had gotten up and ran back to his home. Although he loved pokemon, he would never join in something like that. "Well" he said, the smile returning to his face as he let the memory fade. He then picked up his bag and headed out the door, leaving his mother waving behind him, tears starting to fall from her eyes.