Disclaimer: I don't own or claim to own Pokèmon or any Pokèmon characters. Amber, Professor Beech, and few others I made up
myself. All other things are (C) Nintendo. Blah, blah.
Amber sat up, blinking. She stared around, still half asleep. She looked at her clock, and squinted. It read '8: 37 AM'.
"GAAHH!" she jumped up and ran towards the door, then remembered she was still in her pajamas. She jerked open a drawer and
threw on some flares and a red T-shirt, then ran out the door, putting her backpack on as she went. Today was the day she was
supposed to get her first Pokèmon, and she was 37 minutes late.
She grabbed a granola bar and unwrapped and ate it while she dashed out the door and along the sidewalk to Professor Beech's
Lab. Amber looked down at her Jigglypuff watch as she ran- it was now 8: 42. She quickened her pace.
A few minutes later a girl who seemed to be having a bad hair day (she forgot to brush it) ran up the steps to Professor
Beech's Laboratory and yanked open the door.
"Yo! Professor Beech!" she shouted.
A gray haired person with spectacles looked over at her. "Eh?"
"Um... I'm here for my Pokèmon," Amber replied.
The Professor looked amused. "Erm.. you're a little late Amber."
Amber's face darkened. "What?"
"All the Pokèmon have been picked... I'm sorry," he replied.
"Oh..." Amber tried not to look too disappointed. "Okay..." she turned and started to walk out.
"Where are you going?" Professor Beech inquired.
"Um... nowhere," she answered.
"I see," he said, and straightened his spectacles. He did not believe her, but said nothing else. He continued his studies.
A red-headed girl ran down the sidewalk. Eventually she got to the small town's exit. She wiped the sweat off her forehead,
pausing, then walked swiftly foward. After several moments she came to a field.
"I'll catch a Pokèmon if it's the last thing I do..." she said, gritting her teeth. She grabbed a stick and a rock off the
ground. She marched along the now dirt-path, keeping an eye out for Pokèmon. Suddenly a rustle in a patch of grass caught her
eye. She threw the rock without thinking.
*Bonk*
"SQUAWCK!"
A pissed bird Pokèmon rose from the grass, a bump on its head. "SPEAROW!" it squawked angrily. Amber sweatdropped, biting her
tongue.
"Idiot..." she mumbled under her breath. Around her more Spearow were rustling in the trees, ready to avenge their angry
feathered friend. The one she threw a rock at shouted a command.
"SPEAAROWWW!" (does this sound familiar?)
All the Spearow dived at her. She ran. They were all around her, and going towards the town would not help. She dashed along
the path. She heard thundering. She looked up- the sky had turned gray without her notice. She continued running, hearing
constant wing flapping close behind. Were they getting closer? She turned her head, then gasped. They were very close. She
quickened her face, but was tiring quickly. Lightning flashed, temporarily lighting the darkened field. It immediately began
to rain. Amber continued running. The rain splatted all around her and on her bright hair. Then she tripped. She had a
brief feeling of flying, then a hard impact on the wet ground. She slid a little. She quickly jumped to her feet, covered in
mud. A few Spearow had given up, never really into the chase, but the closest ones pecked at her. She winced, then looked at
the huddled form she had tripped over.
The figure was mostly black, with some white and brown. She squinted, forgetting the Spearows. She identified it as a young
Houndour. The rain seemed to be hurting it. Without thinking, she ran to it and picked it up. It was heavy, but since it was
young and seemed a bit skinny it wasn't too bad. She turned and continued running.
"Dour?" it questioned quietly.
"Shh..." Amber said to it. The added weight slowed her down, and the Spearow continued to peck at her. The Houndour seemed
heavier and heavier with each step. Her breathing was hard and uneven. Suddenly there was no ground under her feet- there had
been a sudden dip in the path. She felt the impact, and a lot of pain, then everything went black.
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myself. All other things are (C) Nintendo. Blah, blah.
Amber sat up, blinking. She stared around, still half asleep. She looked at her clock, and squinted. It read '8: 37 AM'.
"GAAHH!" she jumped up and ran towards the door, then remembered she was still in her pajamas. She jerked open a drawer and
threw on some flares and a red T-shirt, then ran out the door, putting her backpack on as she went. Today was the day she was
supposed to get her first Pokèmon, and she was 37 minutes late.
She grabbed a granola bar and unwrapped and ate it while she dashed out the door and along the sidewalk to Professor Beech's
Lab. Amber looked down at her Jigglypuff watch as she ran- it was now 8: 42. She quickened her pace.
A few minutes later a girl who seemed to be having a bad hair day (she forgot to brush it) ran up the steps to Professor
Beech's Laboratory and yanked open the door.
"Yo! Professor Beech!" she shouted.
A gray haired person with spectacles looked over at her. "Eh?"
"Um... I'm here for my Pokèmon," Amber replied.
The Professor looked amused. "Erm.. you're a little late Amber."
Amber's face darkened. "What?"
"All the Pokèmon have been picked... I'm sorry," he replied.
"Oh..." Amber tried not to look too disappointed. "Okay..." she turned and started to walk out.
"Where are you going?" Professor Beech inquired.
"Um... nowhere," she answered.
"I see," he said, and straightened his spectacles. He did not believe her, but said nothing else. He continued his studies.
A red-headed girl ran down the sidewalk. Eventually she got to the small town's exit. She wiped the sweat off her forehead,
pausing, then walked swiftly foward. After several moments she came to a field.
"I'll catch a Pokèmon if it's the last thing I do..." she said, gritting her teeth. She grabbed a stick and a rock off the
ground. She marched along the now dirt-path, keeping an eye out for Pokèmon. Suddenly a rustle in a patch of grass caught her
eye. She threw the rock without thinking.
*Bonk*
"SQUAWCK!"
A pissed bird Pokèmon rose from the grass, a bump on its head. "SPEAROW!" it squawked angrily. Amber sweatdropped, biting her
tongue.
"Idiot..." she mumbled under her breath. Around her more Spearow were rustling in the trees, ready to avenge their angry
feathered friend. The one she threw a rock at shouted a command.
"SPEAAROWWW!" (does this sound familiar?)
All the Spearow dived at her. She ran. They were all around her, and going towards the town would not help. She dashed along
the path. She heard thundering. She looked up- the sky had turned gray without her notice. She continued running, hearing
constant wing flapping close behind. Were they getting closer? She turned her head, then gasped. They were very close. She
quickened her face, but was tiring quickly. Lightning flashed, temporarily lighting the darkened field. It immediately began
to rain. Amber continued running. The rain splatted all around her and on her bright hair. Then she tripped. She had a
brief feeling of flying, then a hard impact on the wet ground. She slid a little. She quickly jumped to her feet, covered in
mud. A few Spearow had given up, never really into the chase, but the closest ones pecked at her. She winced, then looked at
the huddled form she had tripped over.
The figure was mostly black, with some white and brown. She squinted, forgetting the Spearows. She identified it as a young
Houndour. The rain seemed to be hurting it. Without thinking, she ran to it and picked it up. It was heavy, but since it was
young and seemed a bit skinny it wasn't too bad. She turned and continued running.
"Dour?" it questioned quietly.
"Shh..." Amber said to it. The added weight slowed her down, and the Spearow continued to peck at her. The Houndour seemed
heavier and heavier with each step. Her breathing was hard and uneven. Suddenly there was no ground under her feet- there had
been a sudden dip in the path. She felt the impact, and a lot of pain, then everything went black.
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