SBJ95
11-22-2006, 03:56 AM
Disclaimer: As much as I would like to, I don't own Pokémon.
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--Chapter 1--
In a small town in Hoenn called Kieat Town, a Mudkip jumped up on a rather large bed and squirted a boy who was no more than 12 years old.
“Mudkip, not AGAIN!” I said. My name is Brasken.
“Brasken, you don't want to be late for school again!” said my mom.
I went to dry myself off, and told myself that I'd just finish this school year and then I'd set out again on my journey. Right now, my party consisted of: Mudkip, Tropius, Kirlia, a Poochyena that should evolve any day now, Minun, and my newly caught Fuwante.
Before I go any farther, I should describe myself. I am about 5 feet tall, have dirty blond hair, bluish-green eyes, and I always have a green and black pack hanging over my shoulder.
Anyway, I got up as usual, ate breakfast, brushed my teeth, put my clothes on, which were red pants with a black and white stripe down the outside of my legs, and a pure black shirt, which merely said Don't bother me, or my Mudkip will bother you. I then put on my belt of Pokéballs, recalled Mudkip and did my hair in its customary spikes.
As soon as I got outside, I let out Tropius, got on his back, and flew to my school. Once there, I recalled him, went inside, and waited in the commons with my friends. Finally, the bell rang and I was off to Advanced Placement Pokémon health. After that I had a bit of Pre-Algebra, then some lunch, where it got noisy with hundreds of Pokémon yelling amongst themselves like always. After that, I had Computer Technology, followed by Crafting. In Crafting, we learn everything from making Pokéballs to making Potions.
After school, my friend Dalts and I went to the field across from his house and played some Pokégre. Pokégre is a game where you have a Pokémon blast a ball up into the air. Similar to baseball, the other person has to get it and tag you, while you run around a field, trying to touch your Pokémon again.
It was my turn. My Mudkip blasted the ball far into the air. When it came down, I looked and saw my crush, Tessa, saying “I've got it, I've got it!”
*THUNK*
It hit her right in the head, knocking her out cold.
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Well, what do you think? It's my first Pokémon FanFic, so I'm excited to hear opinions. It'll get more interesting.
Oh, and the name of the town the narrator (who is similar to me) lives in, is pronounced KEE-i-ate' .
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--Chapter 1--
In a small town in Hoenn called Kieat Town, a Mudkip jumped up on a rather large bed and squirted a boy who was no more than 12 years old.
“Mudkip, not AGAIN!” I said. My name is Brasken.
“Brasken, you don't want to be late for school again!” said my mom.
I went to dry myself off, and told myself that I'd just finish this school year and then I'd set out again on my journey. Right now, my party consisted of: Mudkip, Tropius, Kirlia, a Poochyena that should evolve any day now, Minun, and my newly caught Fuwante.
Before I go any farther, I should describe myself. I am about 5 feet tall, have dirty blond hair, bluish-green eyes, and I always have a green and black pack hanging over my shoulder.
Anyway, I got up as usual, ate breakfast, brushed my teeth, put my clothes on, which were red pants with a black and white stripe down the outside of my legs, and a pure black shirt, which merely said Don't bother me, or my Mudkip will bother you. I then put on my belt of Pokéballs, recalled Mudkip and did my hair in its customary spikes.
As soon as I got outside, I let out Tropius, got on his back, and flew to my school. Once there, I recalled him, went inside, and waited in the commons with my friends. Finally, the bell rang and I was off to Advanced Placement Pokémon health. After that I had a bit of Pre-Algebra, then some lunch, where it got noisy with hundreds of Pokémon yelling amongst themselves like always. After that, I had Computer Technology, followed by Crafting. In Crafting, we learn everything from making Pokéballs to making Potions.
After school, my friend Dalts and I went to the field across from his house and played some Pokégre. Pokégre is a game where you have a Pokémon blast a ball up into the air. Similar to baseball, the other person has to get it and tag you, while you run around a field, trying to touch your Pokémon again.
It was my turn. My Mudkip blasted the ball far into the air. When it came down, I looked and saw my crush, Tessa, saying “I've got it, I've got it!”
*THUNK*
It hit her right in the head, knocking her out cold.
_______________________________________________
Well, what do you think? It's my first Pokémon FanFic, so I'm excited to hear opinions. It'll get more interesting.
Oh, and the name of the town the narrator (who is similar to me) lives in, is pronounced KEE-i-ate' .