We always see stories through a trainers eyes. Now look though the eyes of Crimson, a Charizard. Now under the command of an inexperienced trainer...
They say Pokemon can't write... Screw that. This one can.
I'm tired. It's night and I'm not normally tired. My new trainer is really, I mean really immature. I can't believe my master gave me to him! I mean honestly! Aren't Charmander meant to be given to the new trainers?! I don't know what went through Professor. Oak's mind, but I think he's losing it. Today, I flew around the lab grounds with my good pal;
Fearow. Heehee. Fearow is level 50. Every time we have a mock battle, I always lose. Just by a little bit! I am level 40, 10 levels and Fearow will be going down!
My new trainer goes by the name of Trey. He has gray hair (hair?! Weird) and looks, well... Evil. Only word to describe the fellow. Evil! I hope nobody ever finds this diary, because I make a confession. I'M SCARED!
Wa-oh! Here comes Trey! Gotta go!
Hope ya liked it so far! Day 2 coming soon. EASTER IS ERE!
Ok, Nintendo is a rated and copyrighted company and all and These are none of my characters, except Trey, so far.
Uhhmm If Nintendo does claim a creepy evil gray haired guy called Trey, I have no idea it was yours.