My Secret Power!
I walked home with "The Match", as I decided to call him. Lucky for me he stayed in his pokeball, I heard somewhere that some Pokemon will refuse to stay in their pokeballs. Now I want breakfast. I can smell the cold pizza. Actually I cant, I'm just saying I am for effect. As I walk in the door I see my mom eating my pizza. Oh well, my theory is "Don't get mad, Get even." I walk over to the cabinet and grab a box of the Oreo cookies my mom loves. I think she knows what's coming, my mom has been attempting a diet for the past six years. I sit down at the table facing her, then I proceed to read her the nutrition facts on the side of the box. I'm kind of digging a hole here, every time I do this she wont buy and REAL food for weeks. Oh well, its always worth it.
I explain to my mom what happened and she is delighted. Figures. I eat a few Oreos and walk out the door.
"Did Prof. Elm give you a Pokemon?" My mom asked excitedly as I left.
"Do Sentrets attack our garbage cans every night?"
My mom is happy, too happy. When I get back I'm stealing her coffee.
Me and "Match" Head through the long grass leading out of town. One thing that has always bothered me. 'Why does no one ever cut the grass down?' Hell! Give me a weed wacker and I'll GLADLY do it! It would lower the population of Pokemon in our area and may give us more publicity. Still, my mom doesn't trust me with a lawn mower let alone a weed wacker. At least not since the 'Golf Incident'.
Something moved in front of me. Ahhhhh! Hoot Hoot! The next worst thing to Sentrets. They come around every night and make almost as much noise as the Sentrets. Lucky, this one was asleep. I've always wanted to do this, kick a Pokemon (Preferably a Sentret but a Hoot hoot will work) out of my way. This was the biggest mistake I have ever made. The stupid thing woke up! I cant believe this! I thought these things were supposed to sleep all day every day and only come out at night when other (more superior) creatures were trying to sleep! Nope, it woke up and chased me all the way to the next town. NO, it never did cross my mind that I had small, weird, and flammable with me.
I rushed into the local Pokemon center. I had been in these places enough. Always full of friendly smiling people and the poor sad inferior battle losers who just lost the battles with the friendly smiling people. Someone noticed me rush in. Damn. I should have tried to not attract attention...
"Are you alright?" He asked
I felt like yelling something like: Oh yes! Of COURSE I'm alright! I was just chased here by one of Hell's demons! But no, I'm much too modest for that, plus, I have the ever present fear that I will say that to the wrong person and get the crap beaten out of me. Instead, I say something that is MUCH more embarrassing.
"I'm okay, I was just attacked by a wild Hoot Hoot."
The boy looked at me as if to say, You idiot newbie! Hoot Hoots only come out at night! Instead, he decided to be nice about it.
"Oh, are you okay? Don't you have a Pokemon with you?"
Damn, he noticed...
"Yes." I said stupidly. "But um... Match was too weak to battle!"
That's it Ashley! Lie! Its helped you before!
The boy seemed to accept this answer and left me alone. Thank God! Oh well. I might as well keep up the act right? I took Match to the desk and set his pokeball on the counter.
"Oh my poor Pokemon is badly injured!" I cried, being totally over dramatic. "Can you help him please?"
I'm such a ham.
I walked home with "The Match", as I decided to call him. Lucky for me he stayed in his pokeball, I heard somewhere that some Pokemon will refuse to stay in their pokeballs. Now I want breakfast. I can smell the cold pizza. Actually I cant, I'm just saying I am for effect. As I walk in the door I see my mom eating my pizza. Oh well, my theory is "Don't get mad, Get even." I walk over to the cabinet and grab a box of the Oreo cookies my mom loves. I think she knows what's coming, my mom has been attempting a diet for the past six years. I sit down at the table facing her, then I proceed to read her the nutrition facts on the side of the box. I'm kind of digging a hole here, every time I do this she wont buy and REAL food for weeks. Oh well, its always worth it.
I explain to my mom what happened and she is delighted. Figures. I eat a few Oreos and walk out the door.
"Did Prof. Elm give you a Pokemon?" My mom asked excitedly as I left.
"Do Sentrets attack our garbage cans every night?"
My mom is happy, too happy. When I get back I'm stealing her coffee.
Me and "Match" Head through the long grass leading out of town. One thing that has always bothered me. 'Why does no one ever cut the grass down?' Hell! Give me a weed wacker and I'll GLADLY do it! It would lower the population of Pokemon in our area and may give us more publicity. Still, my mom doesn't trust me with a lawn mower let alone a weed wacker. At least not since the 'Golf Incident'.
Something moved in front of me. Ahhhhh! Hoot Hoot! The next worst thing to Sentrets. They come around every night and make almost as much noise as the Sentrets. Lucky, this one was asleep. I've always wanted to do this, kick a Pokemon (Preferably a Sentret but a Hoot hoot will work) out of my way. This was the biggest mistake I have ever made. The stupid thing woke up! I cant believe this! I thought these things were supposed to sleep all day every day and only come out at night when other (more superior) creatures were trying to sleep! Nope, it woke up and chased me all the way to the next town. NO, it never did cross my mind that I had small, weird, and flammable with me.
I rushed into the local Pokemon center. I had been in these places enough. Always full of friendly smiling people and the poor sad inferior battle losers who just lost the battles with the friendly smiling people. Someone noticed me rush in. Damn. I should have tried to not attract attention...
"Are you alright?" He asked
I felt like yelling something like: Oh yes! Of COURSE I'm alright! I was just chased here by one of Hell's demons! But no, I'm much too modest for that, plus, I have the ever present fear that I will say that to the wrong person and get the crap beaten out of me. Instead, I say something that is MUCH more embarrassing.
"I'm okay, I was just attacked by a wild Hoot Hoot."
The boy looked at me as if to say, You idiot newbie! Hoot Hoots only come out at night! Instead, he decided to be nice about it.
"Oh, are you okay? Don't you have a Pokemon with you?"
Damn, he noticed...
"Yes." I said stupidly. "But um... Match was too weak to battle!"
That's it Ashley! Lie! Its helped you before!
The boy seemed to accept this answer and left me alone. Thank God! Oh well. I might as well keep up the act right? I took Match to the desk and set his pokeball on the counter.
"Oh my poor Pokemon is badly injured!" I cried, being totally over dramatic. "Can you help him please?"
I'm such a ham.