I don't own Pokémon
It was finally 1:25. School would be over in 5 minutes. It's not that I hate Mrs. Lea's class, it's just that I'd rather be doing anything else.
Mrs. Lea was a nice lady. She was definitely the youngest teacher in the school, but she was also the nicest. She always gave us free time in the last 10 minutes of class time.
Suddenly the class phone rang. Mrs. Lea picked up the phone and answered.
"Mrs. Lea speaking, how may I help?"
there was a short pause before she spoke again
"Oh! No problem, I'll send him right away." Mrs. Lea said before looking up at me.
"Laith, please head to Mr. Beak's classroom after school ends."
I nodded my head quietly. What would Mr. Beak's want with me? I didn't cause any trouble recently, except maybe that time me and Ameer put a thumbtack on Mr. Beak's Chair, but that was weeks ago.
The bell rang a few minutes later. I picked up my backpack from the floor, Dreading the incoming meeting with Mr. Beaks. I walked to my locker and put my books down. I quickly walked to Mr. Beaks room.
I was worried I was going to miss Ameer's party.
I entered Mr. Beak's room and sat on the chair across from his desk. He wasn't in the room yet, so I took the time to let my eyes wander across the room. I looked around and saw a few "decorations." It was mainly diagrams and charts showing Pokémon and how they interact with one another. There was a Type chart that showed the strengths and weaknesses of each Pokémon typing.
Eventually after I got bored of studying the walls, I looked forward, towards Mr. Beak's desk. It was always organized and had few decorations, But I noticed something. A picture frame. It was the first time I've ever seen a picture frame on Mr. Beak's desk. I couldn't see it from where I was sitting, so I stood up and walked around the desk to look at the photo inside of it.
It was a young man. He was standing next to a Snorlax. The man had the widest grin I've ever seen. He was really happy for some reason. I leaned closer to the photo to see it better. The man and the Snorlax were next to a giant rock. The rock looked familiar. I could've sworn I've seen it before. But I couldn't remember where exactly.
"What do you think you're doing Mr. Blitz?" came a voice from behind me
I jumped back before turning around and seeing Mr. Beak.
"Oh sorry!" I said as I walked away from the picture frame.
"I just noticed this picture frame and was wondering what was on it." I said, hoping he wouldn't give me detention for snooping.
"Sit down Mr. Blitz." Said Mr. Beak as he sat down in his chair. He gestured to the chair across from him.
I walked around his desk and sat down sheepishly.
"s-so, Mr. Beak, why did you call me here?" I said, A little nervous. I twiddled my thumbs underneath the table.
"Well, Mr. Blitz, It has to do with the photo you so graciously looked at before I entered" Mr. Beak said with a slight chuckle.
"You see Mr. Blitz," Continued Mr. Beak, "That young man in the photo is me. I was only 23 years old when that photo was taken."
A wave of nostalgia washed over his face.
"You were a Pokémon trainer?"
Mr. Beak stood up. He walked towards the Blackboard and paced in front of it.
"I wasn't just any trainer..." Mr. Beaks began, "I was one of the best. That Snorlax in the photo was my strongest battler." He stopped pacing.
For a moment, for just one moment, I saw a glint of remorse in Mr. Beak's eye. "She was my also my dearest friend."
I looked down towards my lap. Mr. Beak was a Pokémon trainer? One of the best? That was news to me. I never thought Mr. Beak was the type to set out on a journey.
"What happened to her?" I asked. I looked up at Mr. Beak, I was patiently waiting for an answer.
"Well, you see Mr. Blitz, Snorlax live for a long time. The average wild Snorlax lives for about 45 years, The average domesticated one lives for about 60. I am almost 87 years old." Mr. Beak looked up at the ceiling as he spoke.
"She died four years ago." Mr. Beak began, "But before she passed, she left me a gift. A Pokémon egg. The Biggest one I've ever seen. I waited patiently for it to hatch, but it's shown no signs of doing so any time soon."
"I'm sorry for your loss, Mr. Beak, but what does that have to do with me?" I asked.
"You're turning 15 in December, right? I've heard about you wanting to become a trainer, but you've been having trouble finding a starter."
"That's true, my parents can't afford to buy one for me, and they're completely against me going into Viridian Forest to find one..." I looked down as I spoke. It was a bit embarrassing to say this to my teacher.
"Well, Mr. Blitz, I'm retiring this year. I'll be off relaxing on the beaches of Alola, finally enjoying the fruits of my labor. But I cannot care for a Munchlax, let alone a Snorlax when it evolves. I'm far too old to be caring for Pokémon."
I perked up when he said this. "You mean..."
"Yes, I want to pass on the egg my Snorlax gave to me. I see a young me in you, Mr. Blitz." Mr. Beak began walking to the classroom closet. He opened it and took out an incubator with the largest egg I've ever seen.
"Of course, I will not force you to take it." Mr. Beak placed the egg down on his desk. "But the offer is on the table." He chuckled quietly at his own joke.
I stood up and leaned towards the incubator. I couldn't believe it. My very own Pokémon.
"I- I'd love to take it Mr. Beak" I stammered. I was ecstatic.
Mr. Beak stood up and raised his hand for a handshake. "Just one condition," began Mr. Beak "I want you to make sure this Munchlax is happy."
I grabbed his hand. I tried my best to do a firm handshake, but I might've ended up crushing his hand instead.
"Deal."
November 13th
Pokémon:
Munchlax/egg
Moves: N/A
Laith Blitz
badges: None
Wallet: 20$