The Adventures of a Pokémon Trainer: Escape



The biggest influences in my life are my mother and father. Their 
conflicting personalities created huge hmm… discussions about many topics, 
the foremost being Pokémon training. My father is a defensive person, never 
attacking anyone unless he's sure he can get away with it. My mother is quick 
to judge, and to temper, believing that if you always are on offense, then 
the other person doesn't have time to do the same. These traits are also 
apparent in their Pokémon training. About the only thing they have in common 
is they are both graduates of Pokémon Tech.
It's a family tradition, really. That and winning. We don't have many 
traditions. Maybe that's why I can't just obey one. I had been arguing about 
it for months with my mother. 
"Your sister didn't want to go and look what happened to her!" was her 
favorite line. I was always being reminded about my sister and her success. 
She didn't want to go to Pokémon Tech either (though I don't believe she had 
as much vehemence in her arguments) and when she graduated top of her class, 
she went on to place 7th in the Pokémon League. A family record. So of course 
my mother didn't pay attention to my pleas of anguish, just writing them off 
as jitters. 
So I concocted a plan, a masterful plan, to escape Pokémon Technical 
School.
"Well son, tomorrow's the big day!" 
"Oh yeah, dad," I said quietly as he entered my room and sat at the foot 
of my bed.
He held out a small box to me. "For you," he stated.
I curiously shook it. "Oh! Don't do that!" 
More curious then ever, I slid the lid off. "Dad!" I shouted.
Inside were a Pokedex and a belt of pokéballs. 
"Open the first ball," he ordered.
'Squirtle! Squirtle!' shouted my brand new turtle Pokémon.
"But dad, don't they issue me all this when I get to school?"
"Yes, but I raised the Squirtle special for you, and I programmed the 
Pokédex."
"Oh," I said, a bit quieter. I had hoped that this was dad's way of 
telling me to go out on my own, but dad wasn't that subtle. I would have to 
continue my plans without his consent.

I read my clock: 3am. 
Now or never. 
I stood up slowly. I took out the bag I had put together last night with 
food, money, a map and a cell phone/radio, called a Pokégear. All my clothes 
would be the same, my blue jacket, orange T-shirt and cargo pants. I didn't 
were a hat like most trainers, I liked to show of my spiky bleached hair. And 
of course I wore my belt.
I left the note I had written on the breakfast table where my parents 
would find it. It was sappy, telling them I had to make my own way through 
the world, and that I could take care of myself. I realized how lucky I was 
that dad had given me my Pokedéx. That way I could stay and eat at the 
Pokémon Centers. 
Quietly I snuck down the hall to the window at the end. I slid it open 
very slowly so it wouldn't make any noise. I jumped. Wham! I hit the tree 
branch harder than I meant to. But years of practice helped me slide down the 
trunk. I made it! There was the front gate. But I froze.
I had forgotten to think about the family Dodrio. I worked up enough 
courage to take a step, but although the Dodrio didn't stir, one of its baby 
Doduos did. It would wake its mother!
Without even realizing it, the pokéball flew from my hand. Squirtle 
jumped out and set its sights on the Doduo.
"Squirtle, Watergun!" The powerful spray was too much for the hatchling. 
Down it went. 
"Pokéball, go!" and I had made my first capture. 
I ran out the front gate and didn't look back.

To be continued.


Well, there's my first story. Positive feedback would be welcome, negative 
feedback will crush my fragile soul. EmperorofPants@aol.com