Pokemon: My Lifes' Story
Chapter I
Hi, my name is Damian, I'm 14 years old,down to my shoulder, snow white hair, sky blue eyes, and stand at 5'8 ft. My life has been one hell of a weird one, but I'm not going to go into details so I don't ruin the story.
So, this is how it started out. . .
"Damian, your going to be late if you don't get up!" My mom yells. "Its not going to my fault if you late again this year!" I open my eyes,turned my head to see the time, it was 7:30.
"Shit!" I said, jumping out of my bed, and zipped down the hallway to the bathroom to take a shower. When I was done in the bathroom, I ran back to my room with a white towel wrapped around my waist and started to get dressed. When I was finished, I had on a black sleeveless shirt, and camo pants, white socks, and a pair of my black military boots, and a black bandana with a white Pokeball symbol on it. I rush down the stairs to see my camo backpack all stuffed and sitting by the front door, then I see my mom walk out of the kichen and said sternly, "Damian, you better hurry it up or your not going to make it. I already made breakfast for you." Basically I get my temper from her, and her sky blue eyes, aside from those two traits, I get the rest from my dad, but he died a couple of years back. I ate my breakfast as quickly as I could and put my dishes in the sink.
"I packed your bag for you, it's by the front door." I turned around to go to the front door, but my mom grabbed my wrist and I turned my head to to see her face.
"Honey, please promise me you'll be back, please promise me that you'll come back to me in one piece." She said, gravely.
"Mom, I'll tell you this once; I promise nothing, but I will try to the best of my abilities." I said plainly, lookong into her sky blue eyes, we stared at each other for a while.
"Then let me give you some advice for the road ahead: Follow your heart, it will never steer you in the wrong direction." She said as she pulled me into a warm embrace.
"Thanks mom." I said as I broke the embrace. I turned, walked to the front door, picked up my backpack, and walked out of my old life, ambracing the new one with a gentle breeze flowing to and through my face and hair.
"All right, next stop, Prof. Oak's lab."
All right people that was Chapter I for you. And if your going to ask if I will put OC in my story, I might. This story well pick up around. . .say Chapter II or Chapter III. New story, you know what to do. R&R and no critisism. No bullshit.
PEACE AND LOVE