"All passengers boarding plane 471 should head to Gate 11 at this time," said the Captain through the loudspeaker as I dash to Gate 11 with my backpack. I get there just before the door closes.
"You just made it," a passenger said.
"Yeah, I was running pretty late," I replied.
After an eight hour plane ride, we finally landed in Violet City. I get off the plane and run to the town shop. I get some Pokéballs. And head straight to the beach to look for some Pokémon. I don't find anything for awhile, but then, out of nowhere, an Aron jumps out of the sand. I instantly throw a Pokéball hoping for the best, and, what do you know, I caught it. After awhile I see another trainer about my age that just caught a Pokémon too. I thought I might as well go over and talk to him.
"Hey," I said, "did you just catch your first Pokémon?"
"Yep," he replied, "Did you too?"
"Uh-huh," I said.
"We should battle, then."
"Okay," I said once more.
"What's your name?" The stranger asked.
"Silver, what's yours?" I asked
"Zack," The kid replied.
"Well Zack, prepared to lose to my Aron."
"I think you've got it all wrong. You'll lose to my Trapinch," Zack said.
"Aron, use headbutt."
"Trapinch, use bite."
"Quick Aron, dodge and use headbutt again."
Thud!
"No, Trapinch!"
"Good job, Aron!"
"Well Silver, you're pretty good for a 12-year-old. Are you going on a journey?" Zack asked.
"Yep," I replied. "Do you want to join me?"
"Sure," Zack replied. "Where're you headed?"
"Aero City" I said.