Please note: As shown by my username, I like math. I don't write. This is my first time writing anything, so please don't flame me (though I'll happily take constructive criticism).
Madison glanced towards the street. She'd heard that the best way to train pokemon was to find a spot and challenge every trainer that walked past. The problem was that nobody looked like a trainer.
Hiker, youngster, fisherman, another hiker… Madison resigned herself to waiting. What does a trainer look like, anyway? She guessed that trainers wore shiny badges or had a special kind of hat. Hmm, would I even be able to beat a trainer?
Madison snapped out of her daydreaming as a hiker walked over. "You lost?" The hiker seemed concerned. "The town's just over that-a-way. It's not a far walk."
"I know. I live there." Madison tried to size up the hiker. Seems like he would have a fighting type. I could take him down! "By the way, I challenge you to a battle!" Madison pulled her pokeball out of her pocket.
The hiker looked confused. "No thanks." He turned and walked back to the path.
"Darn!" Madison looked down at her brand-new pokeball. I just want to beat someone, is it too much to ask? She had gotten it yesterday for her 10th birthday. She threw the pokeball against the ground. "Moonie, I choose you!" A small pink Munna appeared, hovering above Madison's head.
"Moonie, use psywave against that tree!" If people didn't want to battle, she could at least practice on other things. "Hit the bush too!" Madison noticed people looking at her strangely, but she didn't care. "Moonie, hit that rock!" Wait, did the rock just move? "Um, do it again!" That rock definitely moves. "Ok, you can stop." Madison grabbed a stick and poked the fake rock, which turned into a Ditto.
"Woah!" Madison started searching her bag for a pokeball. Moonie, tired of drifting around, tried to hit the Ditto again. Madison threw a pokeball and missed. The Ditto slid under a bush. "Go after it Moonie!" Madison was frustrated—catching things looked so much easier on TV. She picked up the pokeball and tossed it into the bush. Forget the Ditto. It can go catch itself for all I care.
"C'mon Moonie. We're going home!" Madison slung her backpack over her shoulder. "Nobody needs a Ditto anyway," she grumbled.
Madison heard footsteps behind her. "Need a little help?" It was the nice hiker from before. "Sorry, I don't mean to be rude. You ever caught a pokemon before?"
When Madison shook her head, he pulled out a pokeball. "Machoke, go!" A scary-looking Machoke leapt out of the ball. Madison took a step back. "See here, you gotta weaken it some more." The hiker pointed to the bush. "Low kick!" There was a small squish as the Machoke hit the Ditto. "You got another pokeball?"
Madison shook her head, slightly embarrassed. What kind of a trainer am I if I can't even remember extra pokeballs? The hiker didn't seem to mind. He took out a great ball and threw it hard into the bush. "See that? Now I know I've got him, cause the Ditto's not gonna move after that kick." The hiker reached into the bush and pulled out the now heavy pokeball. He handed it to Madison.
"Wow, thank you!" Madison looked at the pokeball excitedly. With 2 pokemon, she could win double battles, have a backup in case Moonie got hurt, and maybe even beat the Elite Four after a bit of practice. "Thank you so much!"
The hiker was pleased with his good deed. "You're very welcome. Best of luck with your new pokemon!" He glanced at his hands. "And, well, you might not wanna challenge strangers. That's a good way to get your pokemon hurt." He gestured at his giant Machoke and Madison's little pink Munna before walking off.
That night at dinner, Madison recounted her small adventure to her parents and sister. "And then, the hiker's Machoke couldn't beat up the Ditto, so I said to Moonie 'This is your time to shine!' And Moonie used the coolest psychic move I ever saw! And then the giant evil Ditto fell to the ground with a giant 'THUD' and I caught it." She hit the table hard to illustrate her point.
Madison's parents exchanged skeptical glances. Madison continued, attempting to reach her point before her parents brought down her story. "So anyway, because I'm 10 and that's old enough, and I'm responsible…" Madison tried to read her mom's face. "Um, can I go on a pokemon training journey?"