Teenage Turmoil

[Ace]

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Teenage Turmoil
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Prelude:

It had been a dreary, dark day on Littleroot. Droplets of rain fell like shattered glass, and I was in a deep depression. Tomorrow was my twelfth birthday, and I still never received my trainer’s card or a pokemon. I stared out the window and watched the seemingly endless rainstorm. My misery made that day one of the most painful in my life. Every passing second of my life was wasted every time a droplet pounded upon the ground. My eagerness ate me alive that day and I acted as dead as a zombie. Like all rainstorms, though, the rain was bound to end. Eventually, the rain and the clouds ceased and the sun shun its golden radiance. Shockingly, I was still depressed, no matter how bright the rays of hope were.

The next day was no different. As my parents woke me up and wished me a happy birthday, I conjured a fake smile. Right after they left I made a big sigh. I got up and put on the special tux that my parents bought me just for that occasion. They were very rich and powerful, yet they would not even spend a dime for a license or pokemon. My parents despised pokemon; they didn’t even let me mention it at all without whacking me in the head. Why did they hate pokemon was beyond me. Maybe they were bad trainers, or maybe they had a problem with a pokemon in the past. One way or the other, they would not let me even pet a pokemon.

As I walked downstairs, I was greeted by friends and distant relatives. Many of my friends already had pokemon and they were all very well trained. Many of my friends even have many gym badges; some are even going to other regions to train. I was isolated inside my home with nothing to do but play video games and stuff, but that wasn’t enough for me. I wanted to travel alongside a few pokemon and become a great pokemon trainer. It was only a dream though, and there was not a chance that I would ever get to hold one.

In my party there were also a few neighbors, including the well-known Professor Birch. He was probably the only one in the party who knew that I was depressed. He came up to me and said:

“What’s wrong? You look like someone close has died.”

I then made another heavy sigh and told him “Oh it’s not because of death, it just because I-”

Before I could continue, he interrupted saying “Because you don’t have a pokemon?”

“How’d you know?!” I asked with a voice that was no longer with a dull and bored tone.

“It’s typical with kids your age who aren’t out there traveling.” He said.

“Oh…” I began to trail off, and my voice again became dull.

“I’ll tell you what,” Birch said while putting both of his arms on my shoulders, “I will discuss this matter with your parents and see what I can get out of them tonight.”
“I’m much obliged, sir!” My dull voice was changed yet again to a joyful and hopeful one.

For that time on, the party was great. For once in a long time I was actually having fun. I told all of my friends that my own quest was to begin soon. They all congratulated me and wished me luck. As they left, they again wished me luck and asked if I could contact them during my journey. The board was not set, though, not yet at least. When everyone left but Birch, he went inside my fathers study and began winked at me as he walked in the door. It was a long discussion, and there was much yelling and I began to loose hope. I laid on a couch, waiting for the outcome of the discussion.”

Finally, after an hour or so, Birch began to walk out of the door. I did hear him say while he was leaving “Thank you.” A fuse blew in my mind and somehow I knew that Birch pulled through. While he came up to me he gave me a thumbs up.

“Well, I’ll be seeing you tomorrow, Duke.” He said as he grabbed his coat and walked out. My dreams were finally coming true. I was about to embark on a long journey. I was sleepless and full of excitement that night, and was very eager to earn a trainer's card and my very first pokemon.

[Ace]

Chapter 1: Departure

On the morning after my birthday party I had felt giddiness that I had never felt for a long time. I had hopped out of my bed, quickly got dressed, packed a few clothes and food, and set off for the lab.

“Ah, you’re here!” said the professor in a voice with a glad tone I have never heard since my early childhood.

“So, can I get my pokemon now?!” I asked fast and eagerly.

“Oh yes, but, first, here is your trainer’s license!” he then presented me with a card. It wasn’t really interesting, just a mug shot and my name, age, and hometown. There were a few blank spaces for some reason, but I did not care at all, I just wanted to get my first pokemon!

“Can I pleeease get my pokemon now?!” I asked again. I was keen and did not care to ask questions that I should have, at the time, such as the basics of pokemon.

“Ok, ok, but remember…patience is a virtue. Follow me.” He told me as he began to walk to two, huge metal doors. When he reached the door, he typed into a security console and after finishing typing the code, the two doors opened slowly. I grew very impalement, and while the doors were opening in a slugma-like speed I broke a sweat. I was in the verge of insanity, but thankfully, the doors opened completely and the professor began to walk to a large machine. The machine contained of three spherical contraptions which were unknown to me.

“Where are the pokemon?” I asked in a very confused tone.

“They are right on front of you.” He said, pointing to the spherical contraptions that were as small as my belt.

“You’re kidding…right?” Again I asked yet much more confused.

“No, I am not. Those balls are called pokeballs. Pokemon are contained in them. You may be curious why such big pokemon can fit into such small balls, it is because of the advancement in technology. Now, it is time for you to pick your pokemon. The first one inside the pokeball to your left is Bulbasaur, a very formidable grass pokemon. The middle pokeball on front of you contains Squirtile, a powerful water type. The final ball, to your right, contains of Charmander, a fire type for those trainers with ‘fiery ambitions’ heh.” He smirked after presenting the final pokeball. Those pokemon all looked good, but I could only pick one. After looking through the pokemon a few more times, I came to a decision.

“After much thinking, I have decided to choose Charmander. I have a gut-feeling that it will help me get far on my journey.” I said as I pointed at the right pokeball.
“Good choice! Now here it is, your own pokemon, Charmander.” He said as he released the pokemon from the ball. After doing so I inspected it closely. I could tell by its looks that it would become a very good friend to me. It looked very jolly and joyful. The professor handed me the pokeball and then taught me how to release and return a pokemon from the ball. He also taught me how to weaken and catch a wild pokemon. Following the lesson, we exited the room and then the lab itself. Before leaving home to say goodbye, the professor handed me a Pokedex, a Pokenav, and a handful of vacant pokeballs.

“Those two will help you through your quest.” He told me before putting them inside my backpack’s small pocket.

“Thanks for everything professor!” I said I shook his hand, “I will somehow repay you in the future for giving the opportunity, but for now I must depart.” I then began to walk away.

“Bon voyage!” he yelled while waving goodbye to me. After returning home, I showed my parents my newly acquired Charmander and they were quite impressed. They gave me many loaves of bread and $3000 that were important for my long journey.

It was now noon and time for me to begin my very long and hard journey to train my Charmander and other pokemon I may acquire. I waved goodbye to my parents and set off for my journey. I reached Oldale in about three hours after departure and took a brief rest there before leaving again. While en route to Petalburg, I came across a pokemon that looked like it had a helmet on and it had one or no leg. According to my pokedex this was Ralts.

“Well – my first encounter with a wild pokemon. It’s time to show your stuff Charmander, let’s rock!!!” I shouted while drawing the pokeball and releasing my Charmander. The Charmander was ready to receive its first order. I quickly looked through the pokedex for its move set and prepared to order an attack. After a deep breath, I began to yell the first attack.




[Note: Charmander was not supposed to be caught here, this was supposed to be my starting pokemon, just in case]

[Ace]

Chapter 2: Fate

‘Never gamble’ said one of my fortune cookies as a child. After many tries into attempting to test the cookie, I had finally realized it was correct. Was it just a coincidence, or was it just fate? Was it fate that I kept on loosing in the Mauville Game Corner as a child? If it was indeed fate, it must have finally had sympathy for me, and now I come across a Ralts, which is supposed to be rare around these parts. Before I could think any more, I realized it wouldn’t just be in that position for a long time.

“Alright Charmander, use ember attack!” Few balls of flame had shot out of its fiery tail and hit Ralts, though it barely seemed intimidated by the attack. After a while of starring with the Ralts, everything became blurry, and it became hard to think at all – I was about to collapse. It then occurred to me that the Ralts was using a hypnosis attack. After looking toward my Charmander, I noticed had already fallen asleep. I quickly blinked and smacked myself back conscious.

”C’mon Charmander, wakeup, now!” I yelled repeatedly, trying to wake up my companion without success. It then began shaking with seizure-like movement. I then knew the Ralts had used some kind of psychic attack to manipulate my Charmander’s dreams. I then yelled louder toward my sleeping buddy. The Ralts had just stood there for a while, it looked like it had a smirk in it’s face, but I was more concerned with the my pokemon. After a few attempts in waking my Charmander up, I had witnessed a random, blinding light from the direction the Ralts was. It had teleported. I guess fate was not on my favor that time.

“Good job Charmander, lets take you to a pokemon center now.” I had withdrawn my still unconscious pokemon and ran with full speed toward the direction of Petalburg. It was closer than I had believed; it only took about five minutes to reach the city. Before I could relax, however, I went toward the Pokemon Center.

As I entered the center, the Nurse attempted to greet me “Good morning, young-”

“My Charmander had been wounded in battle and is unconscious right now!” I had panicked with the pokeball in my hand. She gave me a quick nod, and took my pokeball.

“Please stay inside the lobby as I quickly inspect and heal your pokemon.” She had requested as she opened a door and walked through. As it closed I noticed words carved into it with the letters E.R. It then seemed the situation was critical, and I then began to sweat and worry.