Wow, I wrote this story a loooooooooooooooong time ago. It's not that good because this was when I first starting writing stories, probably a year or so ago. This is just the prolouge. I may upload more if I feel like it.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Pokemon. I don't own anything. *CRIES* I wish I could say I own something but I can't. Wait, I own Shene. That's it.
Prologue:
I was four years old. My parents were shopping in Goldenrod City and I was told to wait outside. My wandering spirit made me want to go into the Ilex Forest.
Of course I listened to it and found myself wandering around lost five minutes later. I stumbled upon a hive of Beedrill and they got ticked.
I turned around to run off. But, my little, under-developed legs couldn't carry my body fast enough to get me away from them.
Instinctively, I put my hands over my head to help protect myself from the oncoming attack. I closed my eyes as to not see it happening, but it never came.
Out of curiosity, I opened my eyes again. Why hadn't the Beedrill attacked? I was wondering. Then I saw what it was.
It was a Pikachu, little and yellow. It had red cheeks, but they were alive with sparks. For some reason, this little Pokemon had decided to save me from the Beedrill.
As it shocked down another bug, I collasped on the ground, half out of relief and half out of exhaustion. I barely heard my mother calling me.
"Shene? Are you in here, Shene?"
I couldn't get my voice to answer her, because I was still paralyzed with fear.
Then my mom saw must have seen me because she yelled for my dad. "Harris!" she yelled. "Come here, quick!"
As my dad came rushing to the situation, I could see the Pikachu tire. It had been trying to hold off the Beedrill for the last little while, but it couldn't fight them forever. Not to mention that there were too many of them.
I walked towards the Pikachu. "Are you okay?" I asked it as it collapsed from exhaustion. I saw my dad send out his Blastoise to attack the remaining Beedrill. However, I was no longer interested in them.
I had picked up the Pikachu and was now cuddling it in my arms. "It's okay." I told it. "You'll be fine. My dad will take you to the Pokemon Center to get healed."
After the rest of the Beedrill had been scared away, my parents ran to check me over. They were glad that I hadn't gotten hurt, and they were thankful that the Pikachu had saved me.
They also allowed me to keep it. "Do you want to give it a nickname?" my dad asked me.
"Can I call him Shockalot?" I asked, the Pikachu resting in my arms, happy that I would be keeping it.
"Sure." my dad said. "I think it likes the name."
I had named the Pikachu Shockalot because the first time I had ever seen it, the Pokemon was shocking a lot of Beedrill. Shockalot became one of my best friends and I still owned it seven years later.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Pokemon. I don't own anything. *CRIES* I wish I could say I own something but I can't. Wait, I own Shene. That's it.
Prologue:
I was four years old. My parents were shopping in Goldenrod City and I was told to wait outside. My wandering spirit made me want to go into the Ilex Forest.
Of course I listened to it and found myself wandering around lost five minutes later. I stumbled upon a hive of Beedrill and they got ticked.
I turned around to run off. But, my little, under-developed legs couldn't carry my body fast enough to get me away from them.
Instinctively, I put my hands over my head to help protect myself from the oncoming attack. I closed my eyes as to not see it happening, but it never came.
Out of curiosity, I opened my eyes again. Why hadn't the Beedrill attacked? I was wondering. Then I saw what it was.
It was a Pikachu, little and yellow. It had red cheeks, but they were alive with sparks. For some reason, this little Pokemon had decided to save me from the Beedrill.
As it shocked down another bug, I collasped on the ground, half out of relief and half out of exhaustion. I barely heard my mother calling me.
"Shene? Are you in here, Shene?"
I couldn't get my voice to answer her, because I was still paralyzed with fear.
Then my mom saw must have seen me because she yelled for my dad. "Harris!" she yelled. "Come here, quick!"
As my dad came rushing to the situation, I could see the Pikachu tire. It had been trying to hold off the Beedrill for the last little while, but it couldn't fight them forever. Not to mention that there were too many of them.
I walked towards the Pikachu. "Are you okay?" I asked it as it collapsed from exhaustion. I saw my dad send out his Blastoise to attack the remaining Beedrill. However, I was no longer interested in them.
I had picked up the Pikachu and was now cuddling it in my arms. "It's okay." I told it. "You'll be fine. My dad will take you to the Pokemon Center to get healed."
After the rest of the Beedrill had been scared away, my parents ran to check me over. They were glad that I hadn't gotten hurt, and they were thankful that the Pikachu had saved me.
They also allowed me to keep it. "Do you want to give it a nickname?" my dad asked me.
"Can I call him Shockalot?" I asked, the Pikachu resting in my arms, happy that I would be keeping it.
"Sure." my dad said. "I think it likes the name."
I had named the Pikachu Shockalot because the first time I had ever seen it, the Pokemon was shocking a lot of Beedrill. Shockalot became one of my best friends and I still owned it seven years later.