liquid crystal
03-11-2004, 08:08 PM
KC's Story: Chapter I, part I
I couldn't believe it: I was holding the Indigo League Cup! It was beautiful: glimmering gold like a star in the night sky. Oddly enough, it wasn't a cup: more of a golden pillar with a masterball on top. Holding that trophy proved I was the best pokemon trainer this side of Safron; it proved I was better than all the kids at home, I get the last laugh. I would have sworn it wasn't real. And I did swear when I found out it wasn't, because the alarm clock rang. It was all a dream. A dream of my amazing six pokemon creaming the competition: Ninetales, Sceptile, Hariyama, Quagsire, Gengar, and Gardevoir, my dream team, and it was only that: a dream.
When I woke up, my very first pokemon, Vulpix, was there on my lap, licking my face. She was a birthday present from my dad, who was a pokemon breeder. She was born only a few weeks before my birthday, which was four days ago. I was so excited on my birthday, because I was getting a pokemon. Not as if this was the only pokemon in my life: my mom is a retired gymleader and we keep a few around the house: a Growlithe, nicknamed Cob, and three Delcatties, Precious, Perfect, and Pretty (all named by my younger sister), but this was the first of my own!
I turned off my alarm clock (in the shape of a pokeball, or course) and got out of bed. I went into my bathroom, and brushed my teeth. I looked at my self in the mirror above my sink. I looked ordinary: brown hair, brown eyes, neither tall nor short, and neither ugly nor rediculously good-looking. I was ordinary. Not smart or good at sports. The only thing that made me stand out was my amazing knoledge of pokemon. I could tell you what any pokemon's favorite BerryBlock flavor is by looking at it. I could tell you the average life span of a Lapras is; I knew just about everything about pokemon. Sadly, I didn't have anyway of showing off my talent because it was the hottest part of summer and my family lives in a small house south of Viridian. Even sadder, nobody likes to visit us.
I went down stairs for breakfast, which I prayed was pancakes, bacon and eggs. But it turned out it was only toast. No jelly even! What a disappointment! My did was sitting at the table reading the newspaper. My dad was tall, tan, and muscular, nothing like me.
"Goodmorning, son," he said. "Better get out of your pajamas in a hurry, the pokemon like the morning hours.''
"Hmm...?" I replied grogily.
"We're gonna catch some pokemon in Viridian forest," he explained, "A buyer needs some passenger Pidgeys, so I figgure we could kill to birds with one stone: get a few pokemon for the monthly paycheck, and start my boy on his pokemon journey." he winked at me. Sure, I'd gone with dad to get pokemon for his business, but he'd never suggest that I capture my own! I was overjoyed: a pokemon for my birthday, and a new one four days later!
To be continued with part II!
I couldn't believe it: I was holding the Indigo League Cup! It was beautiful: glimmering gold like a star in the night sky. Oddly enough, it wasn't a cup: more of a golden pillar with a masterball on top. Holding that trophy proved I was the best pokemon trainer this side of Safron; it proved I was better than all the kids at home, I get the last laugh. I would have sworn it wasn't real. And I did swear when I found out it wasn't, because the alarm clock rang. It was all a dream. A dream of my amazing six pokemon creaming the competition: Ninetales, Sceptile, Hariyama, Quagsire, Gengar, and Gardevoir, my dream team, and it was only that: a dream.
When I woke up, my very first pokemon, Vulpix, was there on my lap, licking my face. She was a birthday present from my dad, who was a pokemon breeder. She was born only a few weeks before my birthday, which was four days ago. I was so excited on my birthday, because I was getting a pokemon. Not as if this was the only pokemon in my life: my mom is a retired gymleader and we keep a few around the house: a Growlithe, nicknamed Cob, and three Delcatties, Precious, Perfect, and Pretty (all named by my younger sister), but this was the first of my own!
I turned off my alarm clock (in the shape of a pokeball, or course) and got out of bed. I went into my bathroom, and brushed my teeth. I looked at my self in the mirror above my sink. I looked ordinary: brown hair, brown eyes, neither tall nor short, and neither ugly nor rediculously good-looking. I was ordinary. Not smart or good at sports. The only thing that made me stand out was my amazing knoledge of pokemon. I could tell you what any pokemon's favorite BerryBlock flavor is by looking at it. I could tell you the average life span of a Lapras is; I knew just about everything about pokemon. Sadly, I didn't have anyway of showing off my talent because it was the hottest part of summer and my family lives in a small house south of Viridian. Even sadder, nobody likes to visit us.
I went down stairs for breakfast, which I prayed was pancakes, bacon and eggs. But it turned out it was only toast. No jelly even! What a disappointment! My did was sitting at the table reading the newspaper. My dad was tall, tan, and muscular, nothing like me.
"Goodmorning, son," he said. "Better get out of your pajamas in a hurry, the pokemon like the morning hours.''
"Hmm...?" I replied grogily.
"We're gonna catch some pokemon in Viridian forest," he explained, "A buyer needs some passenger Pidgeys, so I figgure we could kill to birds with one stone: get a few pokemon for the monthly paycheck, and start my boy on his pokemon journey." he winked at me. Sure, I'd gone with dad to get pokemon for his business, but he'd never suggest that I capture my own! I was overjoyed: a pokemon for my birthday, and a new one four days later!
To be continued with part II!