"Caught it!" Jenny exclaimed proudly, reaching down to pick up her pokeball.
Jenny then put the newly occupied pokeball on her belt, proudly wearing three filled pokeballs. She then walked back to her home in the quiet neighborhood. She couldn't wait for all of them to meet.
Jenny was nice, sweet and caring for her pokemon. She's an excellent trainer. Although, Jenny may be a trainer, she still lives at home. Most kids her age would be probably having three gym badges right now, she has none and she's thirteen years old already. Most kids started at ten, so she's three years late. Jenny barely battles anyone either and if she does, she'll most likely lose because of her inexperience. This aggervates Jenny. She would love to be out there right now, on her journey, but her over protective parents won't allow it. They want her to stay home always. She's not supposed to be even out right now. So Jenny hurried to her home, her prison, and ran up to her room. She threw the first two occupied pokeballs on the floor. A Mr. Mime and a Slowking came out.
"Hi guys," she hugged the two pokemon, "I have a new friend for you guys...that I just caught."
Mr. Mime and Slowking weren't even her pokemon, but hand-me-down ones, if you choose to word it that way. Mr. Mime was her mom's first pokemon. And Slowking was her dad's first pokemon. They both gave them their pokemon to make Jenny feel like she accomplished something by having two pokemon. But it didn't she didn't catch them or anything. So that's why she's excited about the new pokemon she just caught, because she caught it all by herself.
"Mime! Mime!" Mr. Mime clapped, he loved meeting new pokemon.
"Hmm," Slowking pondered, he can actually talk to Jenny, but telepathically.
"Come on, we have to go outside though," Jenny ordered, walking out of her room, the two pokemon followed behind.
"I wonder what pokemon she could have caught," Slowking spoke to Mr. Mime.
"Hmm, maybe it's a Caterpie. They're easy to catch," Mr. Mime answered, walking down the stairs.
"Well whatever it is," Slowking reached the bottom of the stairs, "we have to be nice to it. It would crush Jenny's heart if we're mean."
Mr. Mime nodded his head and the two of them continued to follow Jenny until they were outside near a pond. Jenny threw the pokeball on the ground and the pokemon came out, landing in the small pond. Mr. Mime and Slowking realized what they were seeing, a baby Carvanha. It was male and looked mean.
"It's a Carvanha. It found it awhile ago. This Carvanha will make my parents realize I'm a good trainer and let me go on my journey," Jenny told them proudly.
Mr. Mime and Slowking look at each other and shrugged.
"Come on guys, go play with him!" Jenny smiled.
"With that?" Slowking muttered, "I don't think it's a good idea."
They both sighed and went near the baby pokemon. Carvanha looked at them and growled, it's baby teeth looked sharp and pointy for its age. The two gulped, fear of being bit by him, and went to the shore of the pond.
"Hi Carvanha, nice to meet you," Mr. Mime told the baby timidly, reaching his hand to pet him.
Carvanha saw this and in a flash, it bit Mr. Mime on his hand. His baby teeth digging deep into his skin.
"Mime! Mime! Mime!" Mr. Mime ran around in pain, trying to shake Carvanha off of him.
"Mr. Mime!" Slowking looked horrified, he did not want to mess with that thing.
Jenny immediatly ran over and opened Carvanha's mouth, instantly releasing his death grip. Mr. Mime had a little cut on his hand thanks to the Carvanha. Jenny felt bad, she didn't want this to happen.
"Oh, Mr. Mime, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen."
Mr. Mime eventually forgave the Carvanha, thinking he was scared and only trying to defend himself.
"Well...welcome to the family Carvanha," Slowking muttered out.
A few months later, Jenny finally convinced her over protective parents, because she caught her first pokemon all by herself, that it was time to go on her journey. But only if she could return home every other week.