It was one of those warm summer days when the only thing a person could do is curl up next to a cold wall and stare at the computer screen. Okay, it was a warm summer day which most people would spend at a beach, but some people would rather choose the former option.
The boy this story is about was one of those people.
He was probably one of those stereotypical "nerds" or "geeks" or whatever. The point is, the kid barely left his room. Speaking of his room, it was really small with boring white walls, a small bed and a desk with a computer which out protagonist was currently sitting at.
With a sigh he typed in the name of a site that interested him.
Hello, welcome to The Official Pokémon Trainers Site.
"Hello to you, too." He muttered at his screen and blew his bangs out of his face. He really had to cut them off.
He scanned the site with his eyes and smirked when he found the thing he was looking for.
Trainer buddy applications
He made a grimace at the cheerful design of the site.
To proceed, you need to fill out the following application.
At least that's easy.
Name:
Without a slightest hesitation, he typed in "Garfield Logan" and smirked.
Age:
"14". No lying there.
Region of birth:
"Johto" unfortunately.
Region to travel:
"Kanto"
Any illnesses?
"Not at all." Like anyone would care
Trainer ID (if you don't have one yet, leave the space blank)
Blank
Few words to describe yourself?
"Gay, emo, depressed." Why should he fill this honestly?
And then the boring questions followed. He sighed and tried to answer at least 40% of them honestly. He failed at it.
He was a real pro at personality quizzes so he knew how to cheat perfectly at all of them. Even the Official Pokémon Trainers Site's. To be honest, it was quite easy; if you answer that you suffer from an illness they'll match you up with an all brawn trainer who could help you out if you fall unconscious. If you say that you're gay-you end up with a person opposite of your sex. Depression equals someone terribly cheerful who'd probably fail in real life. Probably the only reason no one cheated at this test is that the people usually solving it were 11 years old. He was a bit behind in all the training stuff.
He finally got to the last question:
Do you have your parents' permission to join the training buddy program?
"Yes." Biggest lie ever told.
Print out the whole questionnaire, get it signed by your parents and turn it in at the nearest Pokémon Center.
As soon as the printing was done, Garfield Logan copied his father's signature, took his backpack, and left his house for good.
Chapter One
"Hello, um, could you tell me the way to the nearest Poké Center?" To strangers, Garfield Logan was all smiles and butterfree kisses. It was fascinating how good of an actor the kid really was. He could easily fool a person into thinking that there was absolutely nothing wrong with him, except for the tendency to smile too much.
"Oh yes, dear. Just follow the morning crows for a few minutes. It's a huge red building, hard to miss." An elderly lady told him with a cheerful smile.
"Thank you, ma'am." He grinned and followed the "morning crowd", which was actually just a bunch of boring people going to their boring jobs. Things in Goldenrod City rarely changed.
