I'm Pikachu. Yep. But most of my friends call me Mike. Ok. Here's my past, and my history, and now my current life. All in this here book that I made myself. So this first chapter in my life. It's called:
I'm from the USA. Actually, I'm from Salt Lake City, Utah. Today, it's the first day of the rest of my life. I'm to go on my own adventure. Totally alone. Well... with the exception of friends I might pick up along the way. It's 2:00 AM. I don't know how we Pokemon tell the time, but we do. So anywho, I'm just about to get up to pack when my Mom calls me. I run to the nest where the younger cuzs sleep. So I ask my mom what's for breakfast and she says to go eat an apple and to pack. I run off without a word. When I get to the famous "Pikachu Appletree" I find a strange new Pokemon that I've never seen before. He's eating apples and I can tell that he must be hungry. I call to him and he doesn't answer. I call again, louder this time, and I just about catch his attention. Then he looks around the tree and goes about eating again. I pick a rotten apple off the ground, which might have been one of my cuz's meal, and threw it. It bounced off his had. He looked up. I tried to talk to him. All he says is, "Uh...". Maybe this creature isn't a Pokemon like me. Maybe it's one of those doggy things I've heard. Or a kitty thing. I don't know. Then it jumps from the tree and talks to me.
"I'm Melon the Rackkoon." it says. I've never heard of a Rackkoon so I take it that it's a new kind of Pokemon.
"Where are you from?" I ask Melon.
"Tokyo." Melon replies. I've never heard of this 'Tokyo'.