Prologue
Hi my name's Elise. I'm thirteen years old and this is the story of my Pokemon journey.
I was five years old. In Kazan town there really weren't many people. It's not too far from Pallet Town, where the legendary trainer Ash Ketchum comes from. I'm sure most of you have heard of him. He's always been my idol.
Kazan isn't a big town. There's only one street, basically shaped like a U. Along both outside lanes are rows of houses, nothing very big, some have gardens. Everyone knows everyone. We're all like one family really. On the inner lanes there are two shops, a cafe and a Pokemart, and a Trainer Highschool. The highschool was by far the biggest building in town. Students from all over Kanto came to study there, some even came from Johto. For such a tiny town, we were quite famous.
I'd been born and raised there, and in my first five years of life nobody new had moved here, other than to board at the school. Until a special day. I was sitting outside my house, watching a Butterfree flitting from one berry plant to the next in my garden. It was sunny and warm, I was perfectly content. Suddenly a truck came rumbling through the gates into the town and parked outside the house next to mine. A boy of about eight jumped out of the passenger's seat of the truck, a funny little blue and white bear in his arms. At first I thought it was a plushie, but suddenly it squirmed and let out a squeak.
"It must be a Pokemon," I whispered to myself. But it was unlike any Pokemon I had ever seen before. I turned my attention to the boy. He had dark, shaggy hair, brown eyes and looked to be a little taller than myself at the time. He was grinning from ear to ear as a man, who looked like he was his father, jumped out of the driver's seat.
"Dad is this gonna be our home forever?" the boy asked, jumping up and down. He looked like he could barely contain his excitement.
"Yes Johnny it is," the man replied, smiling down at his son. I was curious. New people in our town that weren't boarders at the highschool? This was very rare. I guess the boy had spotted me staring, because he bounded over to me, carrying his Pokemon.
"Hi there. I'm Johnny, and this my Cubchoo," he said in a rush, holding out the little Pokemon.
"Cub Cub," it cried, before sneezing. His sneeze instantly froze into an icicle. It was the cutest thing I'd ever seen.
"Hiya, I'm Elise," I said, standing up and holding my hand out to him like I'd seen grown ups do when they met a new person. He grinned at me and shook my hand enthusiastically.
"Seeing as we're gonna be neighbours, I guess that means we're gonna be best friends too!" he exclaimed, smiling widely. I couldn't help but smile back. His bubbly personality was infectious.
"Yeah, bestest friends forever!" I agreed.
I'm thirteen now, and Johnny is sixteen. For the last three years he's only been home twice. He graduated from Trainer Highschool when he was my age and left with his Cubchoo on a Pokemon journey. I miss him terribly. We still talk on our Pokegear sometimes, but it's not the same. Soon I'll be graduating and going on my own adventure... who knows if I'll ever see him again?