My first Pokémon, the moment I knew I would remember forever. I was ten years old, as was every new Pokémon trainer. My first Pokémon was Squirtle... no it was Charmander... or Bulbasaur...Now I remember! It was Pikachu!
I remember the fun times battling against other trainers, winning or losing, I had a fun time with my first Pokémon.
Until...Red... I now realize why that name was in my head. He was a new Pokémon trainer as well. He got a Pokémon straight from Professor Oak, a Charmander.
I was waiting near the town I was from, the same as Red's, just waiting for a battle. When I saw Red out of the corner of my eye. He tried to avoid me as if he didn't want to battle, even though he hasn't had a battle outside of town. I would have let him go if I wasn't so desperate for a battle.
When we started to battle, I obviously threw my prize Pikachu into battle, him with his Charmander. But,his Charmander was stronger than my Pikachu, immediately wiping my Pikachu out of battle pretty violently. I rushed to a Pokémon Center but, he was too injured...they couldn't help. The nurse told me to go to Lavender Town's Pokémon Tower to bury him. The building was depressing, many other trainers by their Pokémon's gravestones. I saw a Raticate grave, a Zubat, and another Pikachu. I buried Pikachu...and left. I passed by the Pokémon House where I met my friend ,Mr. Fuji, who I had no idea had many connections to Cinnabar Island.