The ugly truth

You know when your parents sound like a broken record? Repeatedly warning you of the same thing overs and overs again. Do you ever wonder why they, or anyone, ever advises you to thoroughly think things through? My story is not a pretty one. In fact, my story doesn't even have me as the center of attention. But I was there and I did witness it. No, my story is about my friend Jasmine. You see, my friend Jasmine and I were high school dropouts. Normally you attend the trainers program and upon completing it you are awarded your very first Pokémon, which is given to you at graduation. But there are other methods to obtaining your Pokémon license and acquiring your very first Pokémon. Think of it as acquiring your GED. Now there is no shame in acquiring your license in this manner, in fact, not every applicant is a high school dropout. As time passes, the art of competition evolves and progresses that older generation trainers must update themselves. Think of it as renewing your license. Well, after completing the course, Jasmine and I had to wait till the third Sunday of the month. When the department issues out the Pokémon. Now you don't have to wait for that Pokémon Nor do you even have to accept it. In fact once you have your trainers license you are granted the privilege of having your own Pokémon issued under your name. So how you obtain the Pokémon is totally up to you, but it's a free Pokémon so why not. The Pokémon that are issued through the department, or any program for that matter, are bred and raised for the beginning trainer. As I mentioned earlier this isn't your only way of acquiring a Pokémon. But it's highly recommended. Kinda like when selecting a motoredbike. You wouldn't choose anything you couldn't handle; weight and torque wise.

On that third Sunday Jasmine and I anxiously waited for our turn on selecting a Pokémon. By the time our names were called our only choices were pidgey's. I was perfectly fine with the pidgey but Jasmine wasn't. She did cause a scene for a brief minute but had a change of heart when she noticed a white skulled Pokémon in the other room. She pleaded for that one instead. But the woman who was caring for the Pokémon insisted she chose a different one. She warned her of the Pokémon's ill tempered personality. Jasmine went on and on about how the Pokémon just needed a friend and all it takes is a little trust and love. Now some of you may act like ", that's what I would do." And that is how it should be and you are right. But that is not always the case. This isn't some happy magical cartoon where things will go your way.

The woman finally agreed to give Jasmine a chance with the stubborn Pokémon but only in the condition that she spent the next few days training with it under her care. She said it would be irresponsible of her to leave the Pokémon in her care. Something about dangerous for either or both their lives. Honestly I wasn't paying too much attention. At this point I was so annoyed with Jasmine and even more eager to get to know my new pidgey. By the time we finally left the building Jasmine had suggested we travel up route 583. A bit confused on her request since she didn't have a Pokémon, I stared in silence. That is when she waved a Pokéball and the biggest grin. I knew what that meant. I also knew that there was no point in talking her out of it so I shrugged my shoulders and began walking. After a 30 minute walk we had finally come across our first wild Pokémon. A pack of wild poochyena sprouted from the bushes. Both eager to to test out our new Pokémon we whipped out our polka balls and called forth our new Pokémon.

"Go pidgey!" I shouted. And out came pidgey full of life.

"Let's do this Gus!" Jasmine followed. The white skulled Pokémon emerged from the ball and sprinted into the woods. But not before repeatedly saying ",Cubone."

"Oh God you suck Jasmine!" I angrily said to my mocha skinned friend. "Run!"

And just like that we began running for our lives. There was no way my pidgey could take on four poochyena's.

Now I don't want to waste your time with all the details of how we ended up face first in the murky swamp, so I'm just gonna continue my story of us ending up face first in the murky swamp. As soon as we got back up and turned our direction to the poochyena's we knew we were done for.

"Cubone!" A rustic voice shouted.

Now I know what you're thinking, Jasmine's Pokémon came back and saved us. Stop it! I've told you before this isn't some happy fairy tailed Disney movie.

"Gus you came back!" Jasmine said in relief. But Gus, the Cubone, instead knocked over Jasmine causing her Pokéball to fallout. It then swung its mighty club shattering it into pieces and once again fleeing into the woods.

As I said this story doesn't end pretty. In fact let's just say someone had to survive to tell the story. And I'd be damned if that bitch survived and I didn't.