Hey everyone! I was randomly inspired the other day to write this story. I have about 24 pages fully written in my notebook and only a few have been typed up. I haven't really gone back and enhanced it or looked for mistakes, and the description isn't too great. It also isn't really that well written, but it's really fun to write! I'll make it better as I go. Also the first two chapters are pretty short, so don't think the rest is like that. Edit: I'm regretting putting them into chapters. Maybe I should just have it as one whole story? I'd love to hear what you think! xD
Today was the day. Toshi was 10 and, therefore, was old enough to become a pokémon trainer. He had thought about it long and hard but he finally decided on what starter pokémon he would choose. He woke up to the usual call of the Dodrio. Toshi woke with a start, and he ran downstairs to quickly be stopped by his mother.
"Uh hello honey…" she said.
"Morning Mom! Bye Mom!" he started for the door.
"Where do you think you're going?!" she yelled after him.
"Today is the day I start my pokémon journey! You know that Mom…"
"Did you see the list?"
"What list?"
"It's on the table. Go look!" Toshi walked over to the table and saw a piece of paper.
"Give Persian a bath and brush her fur. Clean your room. Clean out Sandshrew's ears and clean the dirt off of his feet. Do all of your laundry and vacuum the whole first floor. Make your bed and play with Eevee so she isn't grumpy.
Love, Mom"
As his mother saw that he was finished reading she said "Just because you are getting your first pokémon today doesn't mean that you are exempt from your chores." Toshi called for Persian with a moan and began his chores.