Better and Tougher, the Real Adventures
Chapter 1: Tough Choice, Tougher Luck
"Tomorrow's the day!" said 15-year-old Carl Spacro to nobody in particular. "I can't wait!"
He couldn't get over it! Carl was going to start his own pokemon journey tomorrow and had been just dieing to get started. The young boy was 15, a rather uncommon age to begin the life of a pokemon trainer, but better late than never. Carl stands 5'7" tall with short brown hair and green eyes. Carl is also intelligent, and very helpful, but was a little on the shy side.
He hadn't known too much about what it takes to be a trainer, or what he was supposed to do, but he felt up to the task as he kept looking over the list of available pokemon that he could choose from at Professor Oak's lab. It is here; in the town of Pallet that he would receive his first. Most refer to them as starters.
"Let's see here," he stated while reading a small packet of papers with a page on each of the starters, "Squirtle... hmm, it looks rather sturdy!" he said as he looked at the next page, "Chikorita..." He chuckled slightly at the picture of the green pokemon, "looks a bit on the cute side. Can't judge a book by its cover though. Hmm.... Mareep." He paused, "Not bad for a fluffy sheep." He said looking at the next page. "Well, this one has some nice sharp claws. Charmander..." He shrugged as he silenced himself while he checked out the other starter choices. Totodile or Bulbasaur really didn't interest him that much, "Cyndaquil. Oooh! I like those sharp spines, so fiery, so intimidating..."
"Carl! Maybe you should get to bed," called a female voice, his mother. "Don't want to be late for the choosing."
"Ok mom!" He said, as he looked at the clock, and did realize it was getting late! "Good Night!"
***
The night was rather uneasy for Carl. Filled with dreams of being a great trainer and having pokemon, he wasn't readily willing enough to want to fall asleep. He was too busy thinking!
***
'Bring! Bring!' It was an alarm clock! It was Carl's alarm clock to be specific. "Oh, I'm so tired." He moaned, "Just a few more hours!" He had forgotten about Starter Receiving and almost fell back to sleep. Funny thing was though that he had dozed off for nearly 30 minutes! "Ah! I almost forgot!" He shouted, as he got up quickly. He decided to wake up ready to go. He prepared by wearing his clothes to bed, and it really paid off.
***
"I came here to make my choice!" exclaimed a gruff voice, which belonged to an equally gruff person. This was Mark Vasigil. At 5'11" tall, he easily became a well-known bully, and pushed many people around! He didn't seem to be in a good mood, as he still looked tired
A man who looked not too elderly but showed some significant signs of aging responded, "Well, come right in, only Cyndaquil and Squirtle have been taken currently so you still have quite a selection.
The kid smirked and made his choice, "What did you call this thing again, Mareep?" He asked as he opened the poke-ball, revealing a wooly yellow sheep then bleated it's name upon being released, "Hmm, not bad!"
The Prof. nodded and replied, "Yes, it is a fine choice. Remember to treat it with respect, and here are your poke-balls so you can catch more pokemon. Don't forget your Pokedex either." With that, Oak handed the kid his gear. "Remember, Pokemon are not just fighters, they are also our friends."
"Yea sure!" He said rolling his eyes, "Weak pokemon aren't gonna make me the best! Only strong ones." He then returned Mareep to its ball and walked out with his snobbish self.
Oak merely sighed as the tough-guy kid walked out, 'I feel bad for that poor pokemon. It's rare to get a Mareep available for starters. I'd hate to see what it becomes,' but his thoughts were disturbed as another boy entered the lab. "Oh hello Carl, here to get a pokemon I presume?" He greeted Carl as he lost his train of though.
"Yes, and I know just what I want." He said as he picked up a poke- ball, "I choose Mareep!"
"I'm sorry Carl, but Mareep was just taken. I still have Bulbasaur, Totodile, Chikorita, & Charmander. They are all equally good, but you should know that Pokemon aren't just warriors, they are our friends." His voice sounded serious "That can make them even better than warriors. Strong bonds between a pokemon and his trainer can make for an unstoppable force."
Carl nodded as he listened to the doctor. "Ok, I guess I'll choose." He paused to think, then blurted out the first to come to his head, Charmander!" He then opened the poke-ball to reveal a small red dinosaur that looked like a baby T-rex with a flame on its tail. 'Charmander!' it said, and then looked at Carl, 'Char!' it said, acknowledging its new trainer.
Oak smiled, "I think she likes you. You're going to be a fine trainer Carl, I can tell." He reached for some items, "Here, you'll need these poke- balls to catch more Pokemon, and here's your Pokedex, it holds your official Pokemon Trainer License and can tell you about new pokemon that you find."
"Wow, thanks Professor! I'm sure Charmander and I will be fine," he said looking at his pokemon, 'Char, Char!' 'This is great! I can begin my quest!' thought Carl.
***
"I hope Carl does ok on his journey," said Carl's mother as she sighed. Having only 1 child, and having lost her husband recently, she had been very concerned for her son.
"He's going to do just fine!" replied Mrs. Garen, a neighbor and friend.
"Yea! He said he'd say goodbye to everyone before he leaves! I hope he keeps his promise." Came a comment from Mrs. Garen's 13-year-old daughter, Sheryl. She was a shy yet attractive girl, with shoulder length blonde hair, and slightly tanned skin. "He's going to be just fine."
At that, the doorbell rung, and when the door was answered, it was no surprise. Carl had come by to say goodbye one last time before he went on his way. "Hello everyone, Mom, Sheryl, Mrs. Garen."
His mom proceeded to hug him. "Oh my baby! Did you get the pokemon you wanted?" She asked to avoid getting things too dramatic.
Carl blushed slightly to his mother's hug then began to talk about what happened. "Yea, I got a good one!" He then proceeded to grab for the ball that held Charmander "Poke-ball! Go!" He then released his starter so he could show his friends. 'Charmander' said the fiery lizard.
Sheryl took a good look at the creature, and it didn't take long for her thoughts, "Oh it's so cute!" she said as she proceeded to pet the little pokemon. 'Char!' cooed Charmander, enjoying the attention. Sheryl then looked at its tail, "Eek! Its tail is on fire!"
Carl chuckled slightly, "Of course it is. Charmander needs that flame. If her flame goes out, she could die!"
Before any further conversation went on, Carl's mom piped up, "I'm sure you'd like to sit down to one last breakfast before you go, wouldn't you dear?"
"Sure thing mom, I just hope that you don't mind that I brought home an extra mouth to feed. Charmander's is a growing girl after all." 'Char, char! Charmander!" cheered the pokemon at the thought of food.
"Of course. Sit yourself down and relax." Replied his mother with a smile.
***
Breakfast went by smoothly, and everyone was chatting and whatnot, while Sheryl seemed to keep petting Charmander every now and then, but mealtimes don't last forever.
"Thanks for everything. Tell Mr. Garen I said hi!" said Carl as he was ready to leave, "Charmander, return!"
"I will. Sorry that he didn't come. That man just won't wake up unless it's his own doing," she then looked back at Carl, "Good luck, Carl."
Sheryl then looked up and said goodbye too, and Carl was then on his way. She sighed, and thought to herself as Carl walked out the door. 'You're only 20 yards away, and I already miss you,' she sighed, 'why don't I ever let him know?' She wondered while Carl left with big dreams and high hopes. It was the beginning of a great new adventure!
Chapter 1: Tough Choice, Tougher Luck
"Tomorrow's the day!" said 15-year-old Carl Spacro to nobody in particular. "I can't wait!"
He couldn't get over it! Carl was going to start his own pokemon journey tomorrow and had been just dieing to get started. The young boy was 15, a rather uncommon age to begin the life of a pokemon trainer, but better late than never. Carl stands 5'7" tall with short brown hair and green eyes. Carl is also intelligent, and very helpful, but was a little on the shy side.
He hadn't known too much about what it takes to be a trainer, or what he was supposed to do, but he felt up to the task as he kept looking over the list of available pokemon that he could choose from at Professor Oak's lab. It is here; in the town of Pallet that he would receive his first. Most refer to them as starters.
"Let's see here," he stated while reading a small packet of papers with a page on each of the starters, "Squirtle... hmm, it looks rather sturdy!" he said as he looked at the next page, "Chikorita..." He chuckled slightly at the picture of the green pokemon, "looks a bit on the cute side. Can't judge a book by its cover though. Hmm.... Mareep." He paused, "Not bad for a fluffy sheep." He said looking at the next page. "Well, this one has some nice sharp claws. Charmander..." He shrugged as he silenced himself while he checked out the other starter choices. Totodile or Bulbasaur really didn't interest him that much, "Cyndaquil. Oooh! I like those sharp spines, so fiery, so intimidating..."
"Carl! Maybe you should get to bed," called a female voice, his mother. "Don't want to be late for the choosing."
"Ok mom!" He said, as he looked at the clock, and did realize it was getting late! "Good Night!"
***
The night was rather uneasy for Carl. Filled with dreams of being a great trainer and having pokemon, he wasn't readily willing enough to want to fall asleep. He was too busy thinking!
***
'Bring! Bring!' It was an alarm clock! It was Carl's alarm clock to be specific. "Oh, I'm so tired." He moaned, "Just a few more hours!" He had forgotten about Starter Receiving and almost fell back to sleep. Funny thing was though that he had dozed off for nearly 30 minutes! "Ah! I almost forgot!" He shouted, as he got up quickly. He decided to wake up ready to go. He prepared by wearing his clothes to bed, and it really paid off.
***
"I came here to make my choice!" exclaimed a gruff voice, which belonged to an equally gruff person. This was Mark Vasigil. At 5'11" tall, he easily became a well-known bully, and pushed many people around! He didn't seem to be in a good mood, as he still looked tired
A man who looked not too elderly but showed some significant signs of aging responded, "Well, come right in, only Cyndaquil and Squirtle have been taken currently so you still have quite a selection.
The kid smirked and made his choice, "What did you call this thing again, Mareep?" He asked as he opened the poke-ball, revealing a wooly yellow sheep then bleated it's name upon being released, "Hmm, not bad!"
The Prof. nodded and replied, "Yes, it is a fine choice. Remember to treat it with respect, and here are your poke-balls so you can catch more pokemon. Don't forget your Pokedex either." With that, Oak handed the kid his gear. "Remember, Pokemon are not just fighters, they are also our friends."
"Yea sure!" He said rolling his eyes, "Weak pokemon aren't gonna make me the best! Only strong ones." He then returned Mareep to its ball and walked out with his snobbish self.
Oak merely sighed as the tough-guy kid walked out, 'I feel bad for that poor pokemon. It's rare to get a Mareep available for starters. I'd hate to see what it becomes,' but his thoughts were disturbed as another boy entered the lab. "Oh hello Carl, here to get a pokemon I presume?" He greeted Carl as he lost his train of though.
"Yes, and I know just what I want." He said as he picked up a poke- ball, "I choose Mareep!"
"I'm sorry Carl, but Mareep was just taken. I still have Bulbasaur, Totodile, Chikorita, & Charmander. They are all equally good, but you should know that Pokemon aren't just warriors, they are our friends." His voice sounded serious "That can make them even better than warriors. Strong bonds between a pokemon and his trainer can make for an unstoppable force."
Carl nodded as he listened to the doctor. "Ok, I guess I'll choose." He paused to think, then blurted out the first to come to his head, Charmander!" He then opened the poke-ball to reveal a small red dinosaur that looked like a baby T-rex with a flame on its tail. 'Charmander!' it said, and then looked at Carl, 'Char!' it said, acknowledging its new trainer.
Oak smiled, "I think she likes you. You're going to be a fine trainer Carl, I can tell." He reached for some items, "Here, you'll need these poke- balls to catch more Pokemon, and here's your Pokedex, it holds your official Pokemon Trainer License and can tell you about new pokemon that you find."
"Wow, thanks Professor! I'm sure Charmander and I will be fine," he said looking at his pokemon, 'Char, Char!' 'This is great! I can begin my quest!' thought Carl.
***
"I hope Carl does ok on his journey," said Carl's mother as she sighed. Having only 1 child, and having lost her husband recently, she had been very concerned for her son.
"He's going to do just fine!" replied Mrs. Garen, a neighbor and friend.
"Yea! He said he'd say goodbye to everyone before he leaves! I hope he keeps his promise." Came a comment from Mrs. Garen's 13-year-old daughter, Sheryl. She was a shy yet attractive girl, with shoulder length blonde hair, and slightly tanned skin. "He's going to be just fine."
At that, the doorbell rung, and when the door was answered, it was no surprise. Carl had come by to say goodbye one last time before he went on his way. "Hello everyone, Mom, Sheryl, Mrs. Garen."
His mom proceeded to hug him. "Oh my baby! Did you get the pokemon you wanted?" She asked to avoid getting things too dramatic.
Carl blushed slightly to his mother's hug then began to talk about what happened. "Yea, I got a good one!" He then proceeded to grab for the ball that held Charmander "Poke-ball! Go!" He then released his starter so he could show his friends. 'Charmander' said the fiery lizard.
Sheryl took a good look at the creature, and it didn't take long for her thoughts, "Oh it's so cute!" she said as she proceeded to pet the little pokemon. 'Char!' cooed Charmander, enjoying the attention. Sheryl then looked at its tail, "Eek! Its tail is on fire!"
Carl chuckled slightly, "Of course it is. Charmander needs that flame. If her flame goes out, she could die!"
Before any further conversation went on, Carl's mom piped up, "I'm sure you'd like to sit down to one last breakfast before you go, wouldn't you dear?"
"Sure thing mom, I just hope that you don't mind that I brought home an extra mouth to feed. Charmander's is a growing girl after all." 'Char, char! Charmander!" cheered the pokemon at the thought of food.
"Of course. Sit yourself down and relax." Replied his mother with a smile.
***
Breakfast went by smoothly, and everyone was chatting and whatnot, while Sheryl seemed to keep petting Charmander every now and then, but mealtimes don't last forever.
"Thanks for everything. Tell Mr. Garen I said hi!" said Carl as he was ready to leave, "Charmander, return!"
"I will. Sorry that he didn't come. That man just won't wake up unless it's his own doing," she then looked back at Carl, "Good luck, Carl."
Sheryl then looked up and said goodbye too, and Carl was then on his way. She sighed, and thought to herself as Carl walked out the door. 'You're only 20 yards away, and I already miss you,' she sighed, 'why don't I ever let him know?' She wondered while Carl left with big dreams and high hopes. It was the beginning of a great new adventure!