I think I should start off by telling you who the story is about. Two girls, both age 12, the required age to become a Pokemon trainer, one named Rowan, the other named Sky. Rowan has medium length black hair, red at the tips and that includes bang tips. She also has blue eyes. Sky has long brown hair, blond at the tips. Her bangs are also blond. She has gray eyes. Time to start!
They ran to the door. No
one was there; it was 2 am! But wait; oh, no! There were three people
there! That means-! The two girls groaned. Sky ligtened up the mood
with a very strange thing; an interprative dance. Suddenly there was
disco music, and Sky was breakdancing. Rowan laughed. It was kind and
cheerful. Then she stepped into the disco lights that came out of
nowhere and did the disco. Sky laughed. It sounded like a maniac.
Which she is.
"Ah! What is that
noise?" a voice called out.
Rowan and Sky turned and
saw two boys standing there, one with his hands over his ears, the
other leaning casually leaning on a nearby tree. The music stopped
and the lights disappeared and Rowan and Sky stared. Hard. Sky
flipped her gold bangs out of the way to see better.
"Uhhh... hi?"
offered Rowan. Sky, being the person she is, jumped forward and said,
"Wowee look at that! A blond and a blond/brunette!"
Rowan whacked her. She
calmed down. Before anyhting could be said, the three people who were
in the building walked out, laughing. They spoted Rowan and Sky. The
leader said, "Oh, look at that. Crazy and Crazier don't have
Pokemon!"
Keeping her cool, Sky
said, "Oh my god it's the Stupid Squad!" Rowan laughed.
Swelling indignantly,
the leader said, "Well... you don't have Pokemon!"
Sky rolled her eyes and
said, "Psh. You're grasp of the obvious astounds me." Rowan
laughed again and high fived Sky. The snotty people left in a huff.
Rowan turned and said, "Hi I'm Rowan and this is Sky are you
Pokemon trainers cuz we are you wanna come with us to see if there
are any more Pokemon left if so that would be soooooooo totaly
awesome!"
The two boys blinked
confusedly, then the blond one said, "Hi, I'm Ed and this is
Albel."
Sky grinned. "So?
You gonna join us?"
Ed looked at Albel, as
if earning permission. He probably was. After a while, Albel nodded,
and Ed said, "Sure."
The four walked into the
lab. Proffesor Oak was waiting by a rather large and complicated
machine. He beckoned the four over.
"Hello. As I'm sure
you know, the starter Pokemon are gone." He glanced at the
faces; Sky's was impatient, Rowan's was apprehensice, Ed's was
confused, and Albel's like he didn't give a shlit. Oak sighed and
continued.
"So, through
several years of experiments, we have developed a system of choosing
that enables the trainer to have a Pokemon that matches his or her
personality. We beleive this helps form a bond between trainer and
Pokemon." He paused, once more looking at the four young faces
before him. Oak sighed again. "However," he continued. "I
have found that there are too many variations of personality and
Pokemon to do this system. So, I compromised with using the evolved
forms of Eevee."
Rowan gasped. Sky
blinked. Ed said, "No way!" and Albel said, "Ok."
Tune in next time to find out what evolutionary forms of Eevee the four get, and why! Also, a short intervene of an invatation to a Random-Not-Party, also featured in the next chapter.
'Dear Albel and Ed,
I, err,
we, as in Rowan and Sky, unformally formally invite you to a
Not-Party. We assure you, it's not a party. But it is. It's our
unbirthday-ish birthdays! Ahem. However, there are some
(unofficial) official rules to this (not) party. For one, (don't)
sign the (un-) enclosed wavers. Do (not) not not not not read the
(un-) fine print. Two, you must (not) wear some decent clothing!
(No) Thanx, and hope to see you at our house.
(In-) Sincerely,
(Not) Rowan and
(not) Sky.'