A Journey Story
"Hurry up!" I called up the stairs to my sister, "I'm leaving in one minute, with or without you!" And if I left without her, it would serve her right. She always insisted on coming with me, but then she would take forever to get ready. I checked my watch. "Time's up!" I yelled, opening the front door. I left quickly, closing it behind me before she could come downstairs and beg me to wait. If she did that, mom would make me take her along, because she's three years younger than me.
I hurried away from the house, being careful not to slip on the leaves that had fallen from the trees that lined the road. Today was a very special day, and I didn't want her messing it up. Once I was out of sight of the house, I relaxed. I was actually very excited. Today I would begin my journey, following the dream I'd held in my heart ever since I could talk. Now I was finally old enough to begin my quest! I ran the rest of the way to the professor's lab.
"Hiya, Professor Ivy!" I said as I ran through the doors, "Are they here yet? Are they?"
She smiled. "No, Sylvia, they're not here yet. I'm sure Professor Oak will send them as soon as he can. He's a very busy-and forgetful-man. In the meantime, can you run down to the city for me? The mart has a package for me, but this experiment needs constant observation. Maybe when you get back, they'll have arrived."
"Okay! Back in a flash!" I dashed out the door. I hoped Professor Oak sent those pokemon soon! I already knew which one I wanted. I wanted Bulbasaur for my first pokemon. I loved grass types like Bulbasaur. I thought about all the adventures I would have when I finally got one. I was so deep into my daydream that I didn't even notice the flock of Spearow until I practically ran into it. "Aack! Hey, get out of here! Go on!" I swatted at them, and finally chased them off. The Spearow in that area were particularly vicious, always picking on defenseless pokemon. Now that they were gone, I saw their victim. It was an Oddish, a grass type like Bulbasaur. Its round, blue body was badly bruised, and the leaves on top of its head looked wilted. "Uh-oh! Looks like those Spearow got you pretty good! I'll get you to the pokemon center right away!" I picked it up and started running toward Viridian City.
I ran into the pokemon center doors, realized that the sign said "Pull", grabbed the handles, and pulled them open. Once inside, I ran up to the desk, behind which sat a nurse. I stood there panting for a moment, too winded to say a word. The nurse took notice.
"Is that your pokemon? You should never let it battle that long! Don't you know any better? You ought to be ashamed of yourself!" She immediately began admonishing me.
"But.," I said, unable to get a word in edgewise.
"Oh, well, there's no time to lose. I'll get it into the emergency room right away!" She pressed a button on the desk, and a Chansey nurse came out, wheeling a stretcher. She put the Oddish on the stretcher, and they wheeled it off through a set of double doors marked "Emergency Room". I waited for a couple minutes, and she came back out. "Your Oddish will be fine. It wasn't as badly hurt as it looked."
"Actually, miss, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. It's not my Oddish. I found it like that, after chasing a flock of Spearow off of it. I was just running an errand for Professor Ivy."
"Oh. I'm sorry I yelled at you like that. It's just that I see so many irresponsible trainers come through here, with their pokemon in such awful condition. Some of them leave the pokemon here and never come back. So, naturally, I thought you were one of them." Her cheeks turned a little pink with embarrassment.
"Aw, it's okay. Anyway, I gotta go pick up Professor Ivy's package. See you later!" I waved goodbye and left. Soon I was on my way back to the lab. I kept on thinking about that Oddish. I was glad it would be all right. It was awfully cute. I wouldn't mind having an Oddish for my first pokemon.
Soon, I was back at the lab. I rushed in through the huge double doors. "I'm back!" I said, running over to the professor's desk. "Here's your package. Are they here yet?"
"Thank you, Sylvia. And no, they're not here just yet. If they don't come soon, I'm going to call Professor Oak and remind him. Now, then, as long as you're here, I might as well give you this now." She opened the box, and took out an odd red computer-thingamajig. "Professor Oak designed these a few years ago, and has been giving them out to Pallet's beginning trainers ever since. I had him send a shipment here, so I could give them out to trainers starting out in this area." She opened it up and showed me the inside. It had a screen, and a whole lot of buttons below it. "It's called a Pokedex. You point it at a pokemon, and it identifies that pokemon for you, as long as it's a known species. It also serves as identification. I'll program your name and some information about you into this one. Do you want me to demonstrate how it identifies pokemon for you?"
"Sure! I'd probably mess it up otherwise."
"All right, then, what should I test it on? I know, I'll test it on that Oddish beside you." She did a double take. So did I. "Um, Sylvia, why is there an Oddish beside you?"
"Oops! Looks like I left the door open a little bit. It must have gotten in that way." I said, slightly chagrined and very surprised. It looked like the one I had rescued.
"I didn't ask how, I asked why. Wild pokemon don't usually come in through open doors unless there's food inside. There is no pokemon food anywhere near you." She looked closer at the Oddish, trying to figure out where it had come from.
"Oh, right. Well, it looks like the one I rescued." I told her the story of what had happened on my way to get her package. "And so I think it followed me here. It is awfully cute."
"Well, Sylvia, it seems that your first pokemon has chosen you. Oddish is a strong grass-type, and while it's irregular for someone to start out with anything other than Bulbasaur, Charmander, or Squirtle, it's certainly not unheard of. For example, Professor Oak often gives his favorite trainers an Eevee to start with, rather than one of the usual three."
"So I'll start with Oddish! Cool!" I picked it up and hugged it. "You're sure a lot cuter than a Bulbasaur! We'll be great friends!"
"Oddish Odd!" it replied happily.
"So, anyway, here's your Pokedex, and a few Pokeballs to start with. You'd better go back home and tell your mom that you're leaving." She handed me the Pokedex and six Pokeballs.
"Thanks a whole bunch, Professor! I'll call often and check in with you!" I put Oddish on my shoulder, left, and started running down the road. Then suddenly I had a thought. "Hey, Oddish, if you're my pokemon now, you'll need a Pokeball. Here you go." I set Oddish down and put a Pokeball in front of it. "You get inside by pressing the button on the front."
"Oddish Odd?" It looked at the small red and white sphere. It touched the button, and the Pokeball expanded, becoming a somewhat larger red and white sphere. "Odd!" it said, surprised. It touched the button again, and it was sucked inside. The button turned red. I was about to pick it up, when all of a sudden it burst open, and there was Oddish, grimacing and shaking. "Odd!" it exclaimed.
"SOME POKEMON DISLIKE POKEBALLS, BECAUSE THEY DISLIKE BEING CONFINED." my Pokedex piped up from inside my pocket.
"Oh, okay. You don't have to get in, then. I'll take you home and show you to my mom and my little sister, Aquatica." Suddenly, I remembered the scene at home when I left, and groaned. "Oh, no. I forgot. She's going to be furious that I left without her." I smiled at Oddish. "Oh, well. At least I can start my journey soon. We'll beat all eight gym leaders in record time, won't we, Oddish?"
"Oddish Odd!" it replied happily.
The End
Oh, yeah, I don't own anything-period!-so please don't bother suing me for anything, because you won't get it!
"Hurry up!" I called up the stairs to my sister, "I'm leaving in one minute, with or without you!" And if I left without her, it would serve her right. She always insisted on coming with me, but then she would take forever to get ready. I checked my watch. "Time's up!" I yelled, opening the front door. I left quickly, closing it behind me before she could come downstairs and beg me to wait. If she did that, mom would make me take her along, because she's three years younger than me.
I hurried away from the house, being careful not to slip on the leaves that had fallen from the trees that lined the road. Today was a very special day, and I didn't want her messing it up. Once I was out of sight of the house, I relaxed. I was actually very excited. Today I would begin my journey, following the dream I'd held in my heart ever since I could talk. Now I was finally old enough to begin my quest! I ran the rest of the way to the professor's lab.
"Hiya, Professor Ivy!" I said as I ran through the doors, "Are they here yet? Are they?"
She smiled. "No, Sylvia, they're not here yet. I'm sure Professor Oak will send them as soon as he can. He's a very busy-and forgetful-man. In the meantime, can you run down to the city for me? The mart has a package for me, but this experiment needs constant observation. Maybe when you get back, they'll have arrived."
"Okay! Back in a flash!" I dashed out the door. I hoped Professor Oak sent those pokemon soon! I already knew which one I wanted. I wanted Bulbasaur for my first pokemon. I loved grass types like Bulbasaur. I thought about all the adventures I would have when I finally got one. I was so deep into my daydream that I didn't even notice the flock of Spearow until I practically ran into it. "Aack! Hey, get out of here! Go on!" I swatted at them, and finally chased them off. The Spearow in that area were particularly vicious, always picking on defenseless pokemon. Now that they were gone, I saw their victim. It was an Oddish, a grass type like Bulbasaur. Its round, blue body was badly bruised, and the leaves on top of its head looked wilted. "Uh-oh! Looks like those Spearow got you pretty good! I'll get you to the pokemon center right away!" I picked it up and started running toward Viridian City.
I ran into the pokemon center doors, realized that the sign said "Pull", grabbed the handles, and pulled them open. Once inside, I ran up to the desk, behind which sat a nurse. I stood there panting for a moment, too winded to say a word. The nurse took notice.
"Is that your pokemon? You should never let it battle that long! Don't you know any better? You ought to be ashamed of yourself!" She immediately began admonishing me.
"But.," I said, unable to get a word in edgewise.
"Oh, well, there's no time to lose. I'll get it into the emergency room right away!" She pressed a button on the desk, and a Chansey nurse came out, wheeling a stretcher. She put the Oddish on the stretcher, and they wheeled it off through a set of double doors marked "Emergency Room". I waited for a couple minutes, and she came back out. "Your Oddish will be fine. It wasn't as badly hurt as it looked."
"Actually, miss, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. It's not my Oddish. I found it like that, after chasing a flock of Spearow off of it. I was just running an errand for Professor Ivy."
"Oh. I'm sorry I yelled at you like that. It's just that I see so many irresponsible trainers come through here, with their pokemon in such awful condition. Some of them leave the pokemon here and never come back. So, naturally, I thought you were one of them." Her cheeks turned a little pink with embarrassment.
"Aw, it's okay. Anyway, I gotta go pick up Professor Ivy's package. See you later!" I waved goodbye and left. Soon I was on my way back to the lab. I kept on thinking about that Oddish. I was glad it would be all right. It was awfully cute. I wouldn't mind having an Oddish for my first pokemon.
Soon, I was back at the lab. I rushed in through the huge double doors. "I'm back!" I said, running over to the professor's desk. "Here's your package. Are they here yet?"
"Thank you, Sylvia. And no, they're not here just yet. If they don't come soon, I'm going to call Professor Oak and remind him. Now, then, as long as you're here, I might as well give you this now." She opened the box, and took out an odd red computer-thingamajig. "Professor Oak designed these a few years ago, and has been giving them out to Pallet's beginning trainers ever since. I had him send a shipment here, so I could give them out to trainers starting out in this area." She opened it up and showed me the inside. It had a screen, and a whole lot of buttons below it. "It's called a Pokedex. You point it at a pokemon, and it identifies that pokemon for you, as long as it's a known species. It also serves as identification. I'll program your name and some information about you into this one. Do you want me to demonstrate how it identifies pokemon for you?"
"Sure! I'd probably mess it up otherwise."
"All right, then, what should I test it on? I know, I'll test it on that Oddish beside you." She did a double take. So did I. "Um, Sylvia, why is there an Oddish beside you?"
"Oops! Looks like I left the door open a little bit. It must have gotten in that way." I said, slightly chagrined and very surprised. It looked like the one I had rescued.
"I didn't ask how, I asked why. Wild pokemon don't usually come in through open doors unless there's food inside. There is no pokemon food anywhere near you." She looked closer at the Oddish, trying to figure out where it had come from.
"Oh, right. Well, it looks like the one I rescued." I told her the story of what had happened on my way to get her package. "And so I think it followed me here. It is awfully cute."
"Well, Sylvia, it seems that your first pokemon has chosen you. Oddish is a strong grass-type, and while it's irregular for someone to start out with anything other than Bulbasaur, Charmander, or Squirtle, it's certainly not unheard of. For example, Professor Oak often gives his favorite trainers an Eevee to start with, rather than one of the usual three."
"So I'll start with Oddish! Cool!" I picked it up and hugged it. "You're sure a lot cuter than a Bulbasaur! We'll be great friends!"
"Oddish Odd!" it replied happily.
"So, anyway, here's your Pokedex, and a few Pokeballs to start with. You'd better go back home and tell your mom that you're leaving." She handed me the Pokedex and six Pokeballs.
"Thanks a whole bunch, Professor! I'll call often and check in with you!" I put Oddish on my shoulder, left, and started running down the road. Then suddenly I had a thought. "Hey, Oddish, if you're my pokemon now, you'll need a Pokeball. Here you go." I set Oddish down and put a Pokeball in front of it. "You get inside by pressing the button on the front."
"Oddish Odd?" It looked at the small red and white sphere. It touched the button, and the Pokeball expanded, becoming a somewhat larger red and white sphere. "Odd!" it said, surprised. It touched the button again, and it was sucked inside. The button turned red. I was about to pick it up, when all of a sudden it burst open, and there was Oddish, grimacing and shaking. "Odd!" it exclaimed.
"SOME POKEMON DISLIKE POKEBALLS, BECAUSE THEY DISLIKE BEING CONFINED." my Pokedex piped up from inside my pocket.
"Oh, okay. You don't have to get in, then. I'll take you home and show you to my mom and my little sister, Aquatica." Suddenly, I remembered the scene at home when I left, and groaned. "Oh, no. I forgot. She's going to be furious that I left without her." I smiled at Oddish. "Oh, well. At least I can start my journey soon. We'll beat all eight gym leaders in record time, won't we, Oddish?"
"Oddish Odd!" it replied happily.
The End
Oh, yeah, I don't own anything-period!-so please don't bother suing me for anything, because you won't get it!