A/N: Well, with school work on my hands, I don't have much time to work on
my fics right now. So, I'll work on this one when at school, and the others
at home. Sorry for the delay, but I'm pretty busy in life.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon.
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??? introducing title: My name is Ash Ketchum
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Hello. My name is Ash Ketchum. I live on the streets of New York. I was abandoned at the age of five, and have been on the streets for almost five years now. I'm almost 10, and I don't see a very bright future for me.
I have nothing from the past, or anything I can remember. I've been wearing this old rag, dark, redish shirt that use to be bright orange for years. And I also wear these baggy, torn, grayish jeans, which use to be blue. You see, I only change clothes every year.
I have no food, money, or any kind of education. I was taught on my own, or by a bunch of dirty smelling hobos living off the street, like I am. I usually like to sleep under bridges, or anywhere that's warm. I try to stay out of sight as much as possible, but usually little kids spot me while they're playing childish games, however, I envy them since I don't have anyone to talk to.
I steal, to get what I want. Food, clothes, you name it. I haven't got caught yet, but I know I will pretty soon. These cops aren't too smart, but they can sometimes recognize me, even if I'm wearing something different than I usually do. I've only got away from them, because I was lucky. One time, I even had to hot-wire their car, just to ditch the police station that they were trying to send me to. Luckily, they left me in back of the car, while they entered the station. However, those stupid cops left the freaking door open, and forgot to put my handcuffs on, so I escaped. That was the closest that they ever caught me, and also be successful at the same time.
The only one thing, that I know where I was from, is this wrist chain on my wrist. I suppose my parents put it on me, whoever they were, when I was a baby, so I wouldn't get lost or something. On the wrist chain, it says this:
Name: Ash Ketchum
Hometown: Pallet Town, Kanto
Country: Japan
I was shocked, when I first read that. I didn't even know how to read, until I jacked a 'How to learn how to read' book I took from this poor kid. However, I knew I would need it in the future, to survive.
I don't know why, but I kinda liked reading. I would try to sneak some books from the local library, just to read. I never returned them, but figured that it gave me something to do, while I was bored. I never knew how to write though. I had nothing to write with. Even if I jacked a pencil from someone, I still won't know what to do. One day, when this kid was trying to teach me how to write, he laughed at me for holding the pencil upside down. I was so mad, I socked him in the face, and left him there, crying on the side of the street, not caring that his blood was dripping onto the ground.
Pokemon. That was one of the things that interested me, besides reading. I use to break into people's houses, just to turn on their TV, to see people competing in battles all over the world. I knew that I was born in Kanto, and that was one of the few places that a lot of pokemon roam in. After I was done watching, I use to always pretend to be a Pokemon Trainer. I knew that you had to be at least 10 years old, and that's how old I am. However, I do have one pokemon.
It's a Pikachu. I found it lying on the ground, one day, and it was hurt pretty badly. I knew that pokemon were rare in New York, and I was excited, but I knew I had to help this poor Pikachu. It took a long time to nurse it back to health, considering I can't take it to a Pokemon Center because I'm on 'America's Most Wanted' list. It took me months, but finally was back to health. I was about to say good bye, but it stayed with me, since I had helped it. Ever since then, Pikachu and I were best friends.
Well, now you know about my life, and I'm going to do what I do best, think. After a few minutes of thinking, I decided what to do.
"Pikachu, I'm going to Kanto" I say proudly.
"Pika? (Why?)" Pikachu asked me with a confused look on its face.
I smiled at Pikachu, "To become a Pokemon Trainer!"
"Pika! Pika Pikachu!? (Cool! Can I go with you!?)" Pikachu gave me the most exciting smile ever, and was hoping that I would say yes.
"Yes. We're going tomorrow. I'll sneak onto a plane to Kanto and visit Pallet Town. I wonder what my family is like. I hope they're not mean." I said to Pikachu. Pikachu just nodded and jumped on my shoulder.
I should change into new clothes though. It's been a while. Maybe I should stop by at a local store to get some clothes. Man, I have to get out of the habit of stealing, or I'm really gonna be executed or something, as I chuckle to myself, with Pikachu and I heading to the store.
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A/N: That's chapter 1. Hope you enjoyed it. I'll get chapter 2 up tomorrow or sometime soon.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon.
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??? introducing title: My name is Ash Ketchum
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Hello. My name is Ash Ketchum. I live on the streets of New York. I was abandoned at the age of five, and have been on the streets for almost five years now. I'm almost 10, and I don't see a very bright future for me.
I have nothing from the past, or anything I can remember. I've been wearing this old rag, dark, redish shirt that use to be bright orange for years. And I also wear these baggy, torn, grayish jeans, which use to be blue. You see, I only change clothes every year.
I have no food, money, or any kind of education. I was taught on my own, or by a bunch of dirty smelling hobos living off the street, like I am. I usually like to sleep under bridges, or anywhere that's warm. I try to stay out of sight as much as possible, but usually little kids spot me while they're playing childish games, however, I envy them since I don't have anyone to talk to.
I steal, to get what I want. Food, clothes, you name it. I haven't got caught yet, but I know I will pretty soon. These cops aren't too smart, but they can sometimes recognize me, even if I'm wearing something different than I usually do. I've only got away from them, because I was lucky. One time, I even had to hot-wire their car, just to ditch the police station that they were trying to send me to. Luckily, they left me in back of the car, while they entered the station. However, those stupid cops left the freaking door open, and forgot to put my handcuffs on, so I escaped. That was the closest that they ever caught me, and also be successful at the same time.
The only one thing, that I know where I was from, is this wrist chain on my wrist. I suppose my parents put it on me, whoever they were, when I was a baby, so I wouldn't get lost or something. On the wrist chain, it says this:
Name: Ash Ketchum
Hometown: Pallet Town, Kanto
Country: Japan
I was shocked, when I first read that. I didn't even know how to read, until I jacked a 'How to learn how to read' book I took from this poor kid. However, I knew I would need it in the future, to survive.
I don't know why, but I kinda liked reading. I would try to sneak some books from the local library, just to read. I never returned them, but figured that it gave me something to do, while I was bored. I never knew how to write though. I had nothing to write with. Even if I jacked a pencil from someone, I still won't know what to do. One day, when this kid was trying to teach me how to write, he laughed at me for holding the pencil upside down. I was so mad, I socked him in the face, and left him there, crying on the side of the street, not caring that his blood was dripping onto the ground.
Pokemon. That was one of the things that interested me, besides reading. I use to break into people's houses, just to turn on their TV, to see people competing in battles all over the world. I knew that I was born in Kanto, and that was one of the few places that a lot of pokemon roam in. After I was done watching, I use to always pretend to be a Pokemon Trainer. I knew that you had to be at least 10 years old, and that's how old I am. However, I do have one pokemon.
It's a Pikachu. I found it lying on the ground, one day, and it was hurt pretty badly. I knew that pokemon were rare in New York, and I was excited, but I knew I had to help this poor Pikachu. It took a long time to nurse it back to health, considering I can't take it to a Pokemon Center because I'm on 'America's Most Wanted' list. It took me months, but finally was back to health. I was about to say good bye, but it stayed with me, since I had helped it. Ever since then, Pikachu and I were best friends.
Well, now you know about my life, and I'm going to do what I do best, think. After a few minutes of thinking, I decided what to do.
"Pikachu, I'm going to Kanto" I say proudly.
"Pika? (Why?)" Pikachu asked me with a confused look on its face.
I smiled at Pikachu, "To become a Pokemon Trainer!"
"Pika! Pika Pikachu!? (Cool! Can I go with you!?)" Pikachu gave me the most exciting smile ever, and was hoping that I would say yes.
"Yes. We're going tomorrow. I'll sneak onto a plane to Kanto and visit Pallet Town. I wonder what my family is like. I hope they're not mean." I said to Pikachu. Pikachu just nodded and jumped on my shoulder.
I should change into new clothes though. It's been a while. Maybe I should stop by at a local store to get some clothes. Man, I have to get out of the habit of stealing, or I'm really gonna be executed or something, as I chuckle to myself, with Pikachu and I heading to the store.
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A/N: That's chapter 1. Hope you enjoyed it. I'll get chapter 2 up tomorrow or sometime soon.