How I Became A Pokémon Trainer
My name is Justin Chartier. Me and my best friend John, live in Pallet Town. It was my tenth birthday
when I receved my first Pokémon. My brother, zack had just handed me my gift.
I knew it would be good 'cause he has been a Pokémon trainer for four
years. I got really exited and ripped it open. It was a Pokéball. "just a pokeball....?"i asked "just a pokéball!?!?. that's a rare pokémon"
i asked him what kind of Pokémon it was. "Eevee. it's moves are: tackle, sand attack, rage and takedown. it's at level twenty" "All right! i think i'll nickname it Mystic!" I
yelled. Then I noticed a small metal item at the bottom of the box.
"Whats this?" I asked my brother, Zack, picking it up. "Its your modified Pokédex." He said.
Later that night, I called John to tell them that I had gotten my first Pokémon. They said that they wanted to come with me on my Pokémon journey. The next day, Professer Oak gave us
six Pokéballs each. and he also gave john his first pokémon, a bulbasaur. We were halfway to Viridien City when I saw a Pokémon. It was a
pidgey. I decided to capture it. "Go, Mystic!" I yelled as I
released my Eevee from it's Pokéball. Mystic, Sand-Attack!" I
yelled. "ewie."said the small Pokémon as it kicked up a sandstorm at the Pidgey, blinding it. The
Pidgey flaped its wings very hard and a gust of wind narrowly missed hitting Mystic "Mystic, tackle!." I yelled. Mystic tackled the tiny bird Pokémon and it fell to the
ground. "Pokéball, go!" I yelled as I threw a Pokéball at the Pidgey.
As soon as it hit the little bird, the Pidgey was instantly
transported into the Pokéball. I waited to see if the bird Pokémon would
remain captured. After a few seconds, the small red light on the
Pokéball blinked off. I had a pidgey! "Too bad there arn't more Pokémon around." said John. "oh, but there are." i said pointing to a rattata on the side of the path." "i'm going to capture it. you go ahead i'll catch up" he said. i continued walking for about 10 minutes when i looked back and saw john running up the path. "did you catch the rattata?" i asked as he caught up with me "yea, and a weedle ran in front of me so i caught that too." "pretty cool." i replied. We continued walking for another thirty minutes when I felt my pocket shaking and then, in a beam of red light, Mystic popped out onto the grass "What's wrong?" i asked. "eui euiii evui." stated mystic "Oh ok. you don't have to stay in the pokéball anymore if you don't want to." (authors note: for the rest of the story the pokémon will be translated) "it's not just that. my family lives nearby, i wanted to go visit them." said mystic "ok" i looked up to see john staring at me in disbelef. "were you just talking to that eevee?" "yes." "how?" "i am one of the very few people who have the ability to talk to pokémon. i learned that i could talk to pokémon when i had a conversation with the family meowth a few years ago."
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