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Amy's Pokemon Journey is rated PG.
All right, this is a fanfic I've been writing for nearly four years now. I kind of dropped it for a while, but lately I've been bringing it back. I'm not going to say I'm a superb writer, but usually this is an enjoyed story for those who read it. I don't really have a prologue or anything, but Chapter 1 really explains everything.
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CHAPTER 1 - A HOPELESS DREAM
Amy put a load of textbooks, folders, and papers into her pink and white backpack. She struggled to zip it up. Another day over with, she thought to herself. Even still, school would not leave her alone, as it would be time to do homework not long after returning home. She knew she had to study hard, if she were to someday go to college.
This, however, was not her choice. Her parents wanted this for her, and only they did. Amy was not thrilled for textbooks and studying. It seemed so dull to her, no way to live a life. She wanted adventure, and excitement. Amy wanted the freedom to go out and explore the great, vast world she knew was out there somewhere. Specifically, her dream was to become a pokemon trainer.
Amy would have been delighted to work with such wonderful creatures, the pokemon. Pokemon were extraordinary beings of all shapes and sizes, categorized into types and species. The number of these discovered species had recently hit three hundred fifty; they were the wildlife of the world. Even more, pokemon could battle each other to become tougher. While growing in strength, they could learn new attacks and some would even change form into bodies which could maintain their enhanced power.
Pokemon trainers were eager people anywhere from ages ten and up, who had a license to capture these magical creatures inside small, sphere-like devices called pokeballs. From there the pokemon trainer would tame their pokemon and teach them battle against wild or other trained pokemon in order to become stronger. Pokemon trainers competed fiercely to win battles and tournaments, while traveling all around the world to meet and capture different pokemon. It was quite an exciting life.
Amy smiled sadly, shutting her school locker. She wished to be able to work with pokemon so much. They were all so peaceful and cute. But this could never be her destiny. All her parents wanted was for her to get into college, and find a proper job. Amy knew that going to college would lead her to a well-paying career, but she would not be happy living that way. So one day, a while back, Amy asked her parents if she could go to the Earl’s Pokemon Academy to earn a pokemon training license.
It was a Saturday evening, and her dad was sitting on the family room couch. He was in his mid-fifties, a skinny man wearing a plaid shirt and blue jeans with a leather belt. He wore thick bifocal glasses, and had a moustache. Nervous, but excited, Amy sat down next to him, hoping she’d get the answer she was looking for.
“Pokemon training?” her dad had said when she asked. He gave a little laugh. Amy recognized it right away and her heart sank to the floor. That was the kind of laugh her dad made when she just asked him something completely ridiculous, even if it wasn’t so silly to her.
“I don’t know, Amy,” he answered, although he really meant, “Not a chance!” “Pokemon training is rough,” he continued, starting to lecture. “You need money to become a pokemon trainer. You’ve got to have enough to provide for yourself, pokeballs, maps, potions, and other things pokemon need from their trainers.”
Amy slumped over right where she was. This could last a while, and she despised every word of it. “Then there’s the pokemon themselves,” her dad continued. “You don’t even have a pokemon of your own to catch other wild ones with. Then there’s how dangerous and unpredictable they are. Accidents can happen. Pokemon get rowdy, fall out of control, run away, and cause lots of other costly problems.”
“You also need a pokemon training license, and you’d have to attend the pokemon academy all the way in Violet City just to get it. It takes a great amount of studying, and you’d have to pass the final exam. Then there’s leaving home, and all the dangers that are out there while traveling. I think you’d better just wait until you’re older, Amy. Now, do you have any homework for tomorrow?”
Amy cringed. Wait until you’re older. How many times had she heard that famous line? Parents always loved to say it, and yet over time, Amy had found that what they really mean is that they’re just going to stall on giving permission until you either forget or reject the idea. At least, her parents were like that. Why couldn’t they just give her a chance right now?
However, she was prepared to prove to her dad that she was ready for the challenges of pokemon training. “I’ve saved up my allowance for a while now,” she insisted, trying to take the subject off of homework. “I have thirty dollars. I know it’s not a lot, but I can get more by winning pokemon battles and tournaments.”
Her dad sighed, wanting to finish reading the newspaper. He set it down on his lap and rubbed his forehead. “The money from winning battles isn’t enough. And besides, as I said earlier, you’re too young to begin serious pokemon training on your own. It takes many, many years just to become good at it.”
“That’s not true,” Amy remarked, becoming more assertive with her dad. “I know about a well-known pokemon trainer who is only fourteen years old. His name is Gary Oak. He was interviewed for Pokemon Times magazine a while ago. He won in the pokemon league back on Indigo Plateau all the way in Kanto.”
Her dad smiled tiredly. “Yes, but that is a very rare case. I’ll bet he had some specialties in pokemon when he was younger.” Amy looked down at the floor. He was right. Gary Oak was the grandson of the renowned pokemon researcher, Professor Oak. This no doubt had helped him with his training. However, Amy didn’t know too much specifically about pokemon. She knew the only way to learn first-hand, though, was to actually become a pokemon trainer.
“Listen, Amy,” her dad said, picking the newspaper back up, “it’s great that you want to become a pokemon trainer,” he said, without sounding too sincere. Amy could feel the dreaded end of the conversation nearing. “But you really need to concentrate on your grades. I want that D in biology to change, okay? Now go do your homework.”
It was as if Amy’s dreams crashing down before her very eyes, but she struggled to maintain composure. “Yes, dad,” she replied quietly, and went upstairs. She never did her homework that night.
It had been almost a week since then, and now it was Thursday. Amy hopped off of her school bus and began to walk home. The large, mustard yellow vehicle read, “New Bark Community Schools” on the side in bold letters. It soon drove off, and Amy was left walking alone. She would reach her house in just a few minutes.
“It’s so stupid,” she sighed angrily to herself, kicking the sidewalk as she went. “Why can’t I be a pokemon trainer? I can do it. I can! I just wish there was some way to escape…” She thought a minute, and then smiled. Within moments, the small smile turned into a laugh. She was going to escape now. She had a plan.
There would be no school for her tomorrow.
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I'm just revising old chapters as I go right now, so expect more soon! ;162;
All right, this is a fanfic I've been writing for nearly four years now. I kind of dropped it for a while, but lately I've been bringing it back. I'm not going to say I'm a superb writer, but usually this is an enjoyed story for those who read it. I don't really have a prologue or anything, but Chapter 1 really explains everything.
...
CHAPTER 1 - A HOPELESS DREAM
Amy put a load of textbooks, folders, and papers into her pink and white backpack. She struggled to zip it up. Another day over with, she thought to herself. Even still, school would not leave her alone, as it would be time to do homework not long after returning home. She knew she had to study hard, if she were to someday go to college.
This, however, was not her choice. Her parents wanted this for her, and only they did. Amy was not thrilled for textbooks and studying. It seemed so dull to her, no way to live a life. She wanted adventure, and excitement. Amy wanted the freedom to go out and explore the great, vast world she knew was out there somewhere. Specifically, her dream was to become a pokemon trainer.
Amy would have been delighted to work with such wonderful creatures, the pokemon. Pokemon were extraordinary beings of all shapes and sizes, categorized into types and species. The number of these discovered species had recently hit three hundred fifty; they were the wildlife of the world. Even more, pokemon could battle each other to become tougher. While growing in strength, they could learn new attacks and some would even change form into bodies which could maintain their enhanced power.
Pokemon trainers were eager people anywhere from ages ten and up, who had a license to capture these magical creatures inside small, sphere-like devices called pokeballs. From there the pokemon trainer would tame their pokemon and teach them battle against wild or other trained pokemon in order to become stronger. Pokemon trainers competed fiercely to win battles and tournaments, while traveling all around the world to meet and capture different pokemon. It was quite an exciting life.
Amy smiled sadly, shutting her school locker. She wished to be able to work with pokemon so much. They were all so peaceful and cute. But this could never be her destiny. All her parents wanted was for her to get into college, and find a proper job. Amy knew that going to college would lead her to a well-paying career, but she would not be happy living that way. So one day, a while back, Amy asked her parents if she could go to the Earl’s Pokemon Academy to earn a pokemon training license.
It was a Saturday evening, and her dad was sitting on the family room couch. He was in his mid-fifties, a skinny man wearing a plaid shirt and blue jeans with a leather belt. He wore thick bifocal glasses, and had a moustache. Nervous, but excited, Amy sat down next to him, hoping she’d get the answer she was looking for.
“Pokemon training?” her dad had said when she asked. He gave a little laugh. Amy recognized it right away and her heart sank to the floor. That was the kind of laugh her dad made when she just asked him something completely ridiculous, even if it wasn’t so silly to her.
“I don’t know, Amy,” he answered, although he really meant, “Not a chance!” “Pokemon training is rough,” he continued, starting to lecture. “You need money to become a pokemon trainer. You’ve got to have enough to provide for yourself, pokeballs, maps, potions, and other things pokemon need from their trainers.”
Amy slumped over right where she was. This could last a while, and she despised every word of it. “Then there’s the pokemon themselves,” her dad continued. “You don’t even have a pokemon of your own to catch other wild ones with. Then there’s how dangerous and unpredictable they are. Accidents can happen. Pokemon get rowdy, fall out of control, run away, and cause lots of other costly problems.”
“You also need a pokemon training license, and you’d have to attend the pokemon academy all the way in Violet City just to get it. It takes a great amount of studying, and you’d have to pass the final exam. Then there’s leaving home, and all the dangers that are out there while traveling. I think you’d better just wait until you’re older, Amy. Now, do you have any homework for tomorrow?”
Amy cringed. Wait until you’re older. How many times had she heard that famous line? Parents always loved to say it, and yet over time, Amy had found that what they really mean is that they’re just going to stall on giving permission until you either forget or reject the idea. At least, her parents were like that. Why couldn’t they just give her a chance right now?
However, she was prepared to prove to her dad that she was ready for the challenges of pokemon training. “I’ve saved up my allowance for a while now,” she insisted, trying to take the subject off of homework. “I have thirty dollars. I know it’s not a lot, but I can get more by winning pokemon battles and tournaments.”
Her dad sighed, wanting to finish reading the newspaper. He set it down on his lap and rubbed his forehead. “The money from winning battles isn’t enough. And besides, as I said earlier, you’re too young to begin serious pokemon training on your own. It takes many, many years just to become good at it.”
“That’s not true,” Amy remarked, becoming more assertive with her dad. “I know about a well-known pokemon trainer who is only fourteen years old. His name is Gary Oak. He was interviewed for Pokemon Times magazine a while ago. He won in the pokemon league back on Indigo Plateau all the way in Kanto.”
Her dad smiled tiredly. “Yes, but that is a very rare case. I’ll bet he had some specialties in pokemon when he was younger.” Amy looked down at the floor. He was right. Gary Oak was the grandson of the renowned pokemon researcher, Professor Oak. This no doubt had helped him with his training. However, Amy didn’t know too much specifically about pokemon. She knew the only way to learn first-hand, though, was to actually become a pokemon trainer.
“Listen, Amy,” her dad said, picking the newspaper back up, “it’s great that you want to become a pokemon trainer,” he said, without sounding too sincere. Amy could feel the dreaded end of the conversation nearing. “But you really need to concentrate on your grades. I want that D in biology to change, okay? Now go do your homework.”
It was as if Amy’s dreams crashing down before her very eyes, but she struggled to maintain composure. “Yes, dad,” she replied quietly, and went upstairs. She never did her homework that night.
It had been almost a week since then, and now it was Thursday. Amy hopped off of her school bus and began to walk home. The large, mustard yellow vehicle read, “New Bark Community Schools” on the side in bold letters. It soon drove off, and Amy was left walking alone. She would reach her house in just a few minutes.
“It’s so stupid,” she sighed angrily to herself, kicking the sidewalk as she went. “Why can’t I be a pokemon trainer? I can do it. I can! I just wish there was some way to escape…” She thought a minute, and then smiled. Within moments, the small smile turned into a laugh. She was going to escape now. She had a plan.
There would be no school for her tomorrow.
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I'm just revising old chapters as I go right now, so expect more soon! ;162;
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