GoldenNoctowl77
Back in Business!
Well, it seems that after a very rude pruning, the old Search for Knowledge thread has been lost. However, even though I was angered by it, I learned to change it in my favor. I am reposting Search for Knowledge, but with added benefits to my readers.
Let's face it...when I began this fic I wasn't the greatest fic writer. My writing was poor, undeveloped, and there were many plot holes. Because of this, I am releasing the Search for Knowledge: Special Edition so to say. By this I mean that I am going back and either totally rewriting or changing parts of chapters. They will have the same occurences in them, but a lot of them will be more detailed with much more character development and clarity. There will also be new scenes added that were cut out of the chapters. (Think of it as the re-release of the Star Wars series
).
Now, if you recall from awhile back, I gave you a glimpse of this by releasing the remake of chapter 1. Well, here it is again. This gives new readers a chance to experience the fic the way it was meant to while also giving my old readers new content before I can start with new chapters again. Well, without further ado, here's chapter 1 of Search for Knowledge!
Chapter 1: The Beginning of a Legend
"Dad wait up!" A small boy yelled as he tried desperately to keep up with the man that was walking out of the house. The boy leapt out the door and onto the porch as the man tiptoed down some steps carrying an umbrella. Rain was falling hard and the boy's hair began to droop from the drops that struck it. "Daddy!" The boy yelled again. Sadness was evident in his baby blue eyes. The glimmer in his face went away like a star that fades when morning comes.
The man turned back once, looking out at the small boy at the top of the steps. He smiled once and leaned down. "Come here Michael…" He said opening his arms and placing the umbrella down. The rain began to trickle down on him; drenching his overcoat. The boy's eyes felt a sense of delight for that moment and he ran down and into the man's arms.
"Daddy…" He smiled gripping the man's torso tight. His father rubbed the boy's wet hair and then stood up again. The short sense of happiness they felt was diminishing in both their faces now.
"Be a good boy son…" The father said and turned. He placed a small glowing object into his pocket as he did. It was small, but looked like a piece to something bigger; something not of this world. The child then watched as a cab pulled up. His father took one last look at his son and then stepped into the vehicle. It sped off without so much of a glance back by the father.
"Daddy! Come back!" The child said beginning to cry. He rushed off down the street after the car but tripped onto the cement as he did. The door the two exited earlier opened again and a woman came into view; her brown hair blowing in the stormy breeze. She looked around with concern in her hazel eyes; ones that had shed many tears recently. She then noticed her son lying face down on the ground. Quickly, she rushed out into the street to pick him up. She grabbed the boy from the ground as he sobbed and began to cradle him.
"Don't worry…daddy will be back. It will be ok. I won't let anything else happen to you…" She said rocking the child back and forth as he whined and gripped her pink bathrobe in his small hands…
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"And it's four a.m here in Bayside City for all you early birds!" The alarm roared from a small dresser next to a twin bed. Suddenly, a muscular arm came into view smacking the clock and sending it flying across the room. It skidded across the floor and smashed into the wall; leaving a dent in the drywall and a large crack in the plastic of the alarm. The room was small; even smaller because it was covered in clothes.
The alarm's assailant slowly rose from the bed, pushing the covers to his feet and yawning. He then brought his hands to his face and began to rub his squinted blue eyes. "Need more sleepy…" He then said and fell back down into the covers; burying his head into the pillow.
"Michael Anthony Strateri, get your butt up this instant!" He then heard a loud feminine voice call from down the hall.
"All right I'm up!" Mike roared leaning back up and rolling his eyes. "You know, you could let me sleep a little longer. I mean, it's not everyday I don't get home from a party untill 3 a.m!" He roared back down the hall.
"Actually, it happens every Friday!" The woman roared back. Mike could tell she had a smirk on her face just from the tone in her voice. His mother always had a thing for enthusiastic speaking. He slowly moved towards the side of the bed and put his feet off; slipping on some Azumarill slippers. He then began to stretch his arms and yawn again. He placed his hands on his jet black blonde tipped hair and rubbed them back. He then noticed that the room was very dark and decided to go to the light switch to rectify that problem.
"Bah, you would think a mother could turn on a light switch for her son? But no! I have to walk this far to bring light into the room! They should make remotes or some clap on thing." He roared flicking the switch. The room instantly lit up and Mike squinted, rubbing his eyes again.
"What are you complaining about?" He heard his mother yell.
"Nothing, just cranky from waking up this early!" He replied and sat down on the foot of his bed. He grabbed the remote from the bedside and flicked the switch, turning the stations on the television to find something fun on. However, the remote wasn't working properly. Mike kept trying to switch stations but nothing happened.
"What the hell is going on here, I want to watch The Poke-War Chronicles!" He screamed to himself.
"I took the batteries out so you could would focus on the professor‘s introduction!" His mom said peaking into the room.
"You touched my remote? Get out of here before I do something regretful!" Mike roared. His mom sighed and shut the door. Mike thought about getting up to turn the station on the television itself, but he was too tired.
He began to check out what this show was all about. It seemed like some instructor was blabbing about some school or something. "Welcome to the Pokemon Tech TV Station!" The instructor blared. As soon as those words were uttered, Mike remembered why his alarm went off so early. Today was the start of his classes at Pokemon Tech!
"Yes, I get a Pokemon to train with today!" He yelled leaping up and smashing his hand on the fan blade above. "Ow, son of a…" He began, but stopped himself when his mom entered.
"Breakfast in ten. Better get ready. You can't be late for your first day of Pokemon Tech!" She said and shut the door again as a shoe hit it causing a black mark in the wood.
The instructor on the television continued to talk and Mike couldn't help but turn it up. "As most students know from the broacher, each person that begins classes today will be issued a beginner's Pokemon, a Pokedex, and Tech balls. Though each enroller will receive these, they are not allowed to leave school grounds to catch Pokemon at any time. Each student must spend the entire month at the school and get a passing grade. If they do, they will receive a trainer card which will allow them to start their journey collecting badges." The instructor finished his introduction and continued to a nearby table.
The instructor stopped in front of the brown desktop where some spherical Pokeballs were placed. Mike recognized these as Techballs; Pokeballs with a teal top instead of a red one. They were virtually the same, just issued for the school. "There are over 100 species of Pokemon that will be available for first beginners, but there is only one of each type. To assure that our students can handle any type of Pokemon, they will choose their beginner randomly. To demonstrate this, the instructor picked a Tech ball from the table and tossed it. Just before the Pokemon appeared, the screen panned directly to the professor’s face.
“That is all you need to know for now, the rest of the information will be given in your morning classes." The instructor finished his speech and the screen began to flash images of the Pokemon that would be available.
Mike instantly got up and walked to his closet. He noticed the hole he had made in the closet door from punching it the week before. He got a yelling for that, but he was just practicing his strength exercises and didn't see the big deal. He scrounged through his clothes and eventually pulled out a light blue long-sleeved shirt. He then grabbed his newly purchased blue jeans and finally placed a navy blue polo shirt over his light blue one. Mike had spent the whole summer getting in shape for this journey, and he was now more muscle then anything.
After, he walked to the door and into the hall carrying the clothes. He turned his head from the left wall as he slid past a picture. On it was a portrait of his family; his WHOLE family. He never liked to look at it because his dad was on there; known to him only as the deserter. He continued down the hall past his brother's room which was blaring music. Mike liked his brother, but they never really connected. Where Matt was a lazy rebel without a cause, Mike was a helpful perfectionist. As he slipped into the bathroom, he could hear his mother making breakfast. The sound of eggs flipping always made him hungry. He could also smell the fresh scents. She always made a huge breakfast before her sons left the house. Eating right was something Ms. Strateri always preached.
Mike had finished his shower in minutes and slipped on his clothes. He then began to perfect his hair while looking in the mirror. It usually took hours to do it, but he decided to cut that short. After doing the normal bathroom tasks, Mike left and walked into the kitchen. He sat down at the table and watched as his mom set a plate with a large steak and some scrambled eggs down in front of him! "Wow, you went all out." He said grabbing a fork and knife. His mother smiled a bit and then sat down across the table. Mike could see the disgruntlement in her eyes. "What's wrong?" He asked concerned.
"Oh nothing, just waiting for your lazy brother to get up. His first day of Pokemon Tech and he is still sleeping! I don't know what I'm going to do with him!" She laughed and prodded at the eggs she made for herself. Mike's brother Matt was a year older then him, but his mother decided to enroll him when Mike was ready. He didn’t seem to mind much though as the last thing on his mind was going to school. He wasn't that into Pokemon training, but he needed a hobby.
Matt slowly walked out of his room. His dark black hair was whipped and uneven. He wore a brown hoodie with some jeans. Mike couldn't help but laugh at how enthusiastic he seemed. "I decided not to do my hair today; it'll save time!" Matt smirked pulling his hand through his messy black hair. He proceeded to the kitchen table and grabbed his backpack from a chair. "Got to go!" He then said and turned to leave.
"Where do you think you're going?" His mother roared folding her arms.
"My friends are waiting outside so I'll be going there!" He smirked before walking out the door.
"Yeah, I better head off too." Mike replied as he grabbed his backpack and pushed his empty plate forward. His mom took a glance at the food she had for Matt and sighed.
"Be safe!" She told him and sat up. She held her arms out and Mike came forward, giving her the hug she desired. "I will always be here. Call if you need anything...." She said with a small tear growing. Her children had not been far from her their entire lives.
"I'll be fine mom. Don't worry…" Mike said and turned towards the door. He looked back once more before stepping into the nice morning air. Bayside City was just how it was named; a city by a bay. The ocean air whished by relieving Mike. A port city home was perfect, but he needed to get out more. He leapt off the porch and down the sidewalk. As he turned the corner, he noticed Matt and his friends up ahead, but he wasn't about to join them. They were probably not even heading towards the school.
Mike made his way a few blocks down the street and then turned into a nearby driveway. This belonged to his good friend Jeff Flays. Mike skipped up the walkway and onto the porch; placing his fingers on the doorbell. After several rings, Jeff opened the door. His dirty blonde hair was freshly cut and he wore his black and blue sleeved shirt. Mike laughed. Jeff always looked so tall and gimpy, and the fact that he wanted to train dark types was even funnier. Jeff had a light-hearted, energetic, and carefree personality, all of which are not qualities of dark Pokemon.
"You ready?" Mike asked as Jeff stepped out the door.
"No, I still have to redecorate my backpack." Jeff replied rolling his eyes. Mike smiled as his friend joined him on the porch. They then headed back onto the street and continued down the road.
"So what's new in the world of Jeff?" Mike asked trying to make small talk. Jeff had recently been on vacation for a week so they hadn’t talked in some time.
"Not much. Met a few girls, lost a few when they found me annoying. That's how life is though." Jeff replied. Mike began to laugh. His friend was never serious and everything was a joke. The two boys continued down the road some more before reaching their last stop. This was the home of Amanda Belicina, Mike's long time best friend. They knew each other since they were six, and had grown up spending countless days just chilling in each other's houses. She was Mike's pride and joy, the one thing he loved about Bayside City.
She was already waiting on the porch curling her brown highlighted hair with an iron. "Damn curls!" She roared trying to get them out. Mike laughed when he heard her. It was unlike Amanda to swear or get mad, but when it came to personal appearance, she was a monster. Amanda noticed them and jumped up waving. She walked down the walkway and towards them grinning happily. She was a little short, but very pretty. Her purple bandana and matching shirt were on, as it was her "lucky ensemble". She smiled as she approached.
"So, miss me?" She giggled pushing Mike's shoulder back.
"The party was three hours ago." Mike replied smiling. The party was actually Amanda's Pokemon Tech bash. Mike would've remembered that, but it somehow slipped his mind when he woke up.
"What party?" Jeff asked giving Mike a look. Mike instantly became nervous. Amanda and him had decided not to invite him after he showed up with alcohol at Mike's last one dressed like Britney Spears.
"Nothing…me and Amanda had a movie night." He said hoping Jeff would buy it.
"Then what are all those streamers and stuff in the trash over there for?" Jeff asked pointing to the garbage Amanda brought out earlier. Mike closed his eyes knowing Jeff would find out.
"Silly Jeff, you know how much I like streamers even when there are no parties going on." Amanda replied. Jeff shrugged. Mike smiled knowing he had bought it. Jeff wasn’t the brightest of children. The three then returned to the street and headed off to Pokemon Tech.
"I can't wait to get my first Pokemon!" Amanda announced as they headed off.
"As long as it's a dark type, I don't mind!" Jeff added in.
"We'll just have to wait and see." Mike ended with as they approached the front gate of what would be the greatest and most influential month of their lives…..
Let's face it...when I began this fic I wasn't the greatest fic writer. My writing was poor, undeveloped, and there were many plot holes. Because of this, I am releasing the Search for Knowledge: Special Edition so to say. By this I mean that I am going back and either totally rewriting or changing parts of chapters. They will have the same occurences in them, but a lot of them will be more detailed with much more character development and clarity. There will also be new scenes added that were cut out of the chapters. (Think of it as the re-release of the Star Wars series
).Now, if you recall from awhile back, I gave you a glimpse of this by releasing the remake of chapter 1. Well, here it is again. This gives new readers a chance to experience the fic the way it was meant to while also giving my old readers new content before I can start with new chapters again. Well, without further ado, here's chapter 1 of Search for Knowledge!
The Search for Knowledge Index of Chapters
Chapter 1: The Beginning of a Legend
Chapter 2: What Dreams Are Made Of
Chapter 3: A Month Goes By! The Final Test!
Chapter 4: A New Challenge! The Hoenn League!
Chapter 5: An Unexpected Challenge! Off to the Archipelago!
Chapter 6: Taillow Trouble! Last Plunge for the Ferry
Chapter 7: The Road to the Hoenn Archipelago! Intentions Revealed!
Chapter 8: Accused of Cheating! Jeff's Special Seedot!
Chapter 9: A Touch Battle! Mike's First Gym Fight!
Chapter 10: Skitty and Delcatty! Feel the Love!
Chapter 11: Forest of Frights! A Ghoulish Experience!
Chapter 12: Sandstone City! Amanda's First Contest!
Chapter 13: Beginner's Luck or a Harsh Defeat? The Final Outcome!
Chapter 14: Aron's on the Beach! Cave Escapee!
Chapter 15: Alabor City! Panic in the Harbor!
Chapter 16: Mike and Tropius! The Field of Grass Types!
Chapter 17: Cinder Town Gym! A Flaming Outcome!
Chapter 18: The Problem Solved! Pokemon Fishing!
Chapter 19: Carvanha Vs. Camerupt! Cinder Town Rematch!
Chapter 20: Reno City Lighthouse! Nuzleaf's Awesome Battle!
Chapter 1: The Beginning of a Legend
Chapter 2: What Dreams Are Made Of
Chapter 3: A Month Goes By! The Final Test!
Chapter 4: A New Challenge! The Hoenn League!
Chapter 5: An Unexpected Challenge! Off to the Archipelago!
Chapter 6: Taillow Trouble! Last Plunge for the Ferry
Chapter 7: The Road to the Hoenn Archipelago! Intentions Revealed!
Chapter 8: Accused of Cheating! Jeff's Special Seedot!
Chapter 9: A Touch Battle! Mike's First Gym Fight!
Chapter 10: Skitty and Delcatty! Feel the Love!
Chapter 11: Forest of Frights! A Ghoulish Experience!
Chapter 12: Sandstone City! Amanda's First Contest!
Chapter 13: Beginner's Luck or a Harsh Defeat? The Final Outcome!
Chapter 14: Aron's on the Beach! Cave Escapee!
Chapter 15: Alabor City! Panic in the Harbor!
Chapter 16: Mike and Tropius! The Field of Grass Types!
Chapter 17: Cinder Town Gym! A Flaming Outcome!
Chapter 18: The Problem Solved! Pokemon Fishing!
Chapter 19: Carvanha Vs. Camerupt! Cinder Town Rematch!
Chapter 20: Reno City Lighthouse! Nuzleaf's Awesome Battle!
Chapter 1: The Beginning of a Legend
"Dad wait up!" A small boy yelled as he tried desperately to keep up with the man that was walking out of the house. The boy leapt out the door and onto the porch as the man tiptoed down some steps carrying an umbrella. Rain was falling hard and the boy's hair began to droop from the drops that struck it. "Daddy!" The boy yelled again. Sadness was evident in his baby blue eyes. The glimmer in his face went away like a star that fades when morning comes.
The man turned back once, looking out at the small boy at the top of the steps. He smiled once and leaned down. "Come here Michael…" He said opening his arms and placing the umbrella down. The rain began to trickle down on him; drenching his overcoat. The boy's eyes felt a sense of delight for that moment and he ran down and into the man's arms.
"Daddy…" He smiled gripping the man's torso tight. His father rubbed the boy's wet hair and then stood up again. The short sense of happiness they felt was diminishing in both their faces now.
"Be a good boy son…" The father said and turned. He placed a small glowing object into his pocket as he did. It was small, but looked like a piece to something bigger; something not of this world. The child then watched as a cab pulled up. His father took one last look at his son and then stepped into the vehicle. It sped off without so much of a glance back by the father.
"Daddy! Come back!" The child said beginning to cry. He rushed off down the street after the car but tripped onto the cement as he did. The door the two exited earlier opened again and a woman came into view; her brown hair blowing in the stormy breeze. She looked around with concern in her hazel eyes; ones that had shed many tears recently. She then noticed her son lying face down on the ground. Quickly, she rushed out into the street to pick him up. She grabbed the boy from the ground as he sobbed and began to cradle him.
"Don't worry…daddy will be back. It will be ok. I won't let anything else happen to you…" She said rocking the child back and forth as he whined and gripped her pink bathrobe in his small hands…
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"And it's four a.m here in Bayside City for all you early birds!" The alarm roared from a small dresser next to a twin bed. Suddenly, a muscular arm came into view smacking the clock and sending it flying across the room. It skidded across the floor and smashed into the wall; leaving a dent in the drywall and a large crack in the plastic of the alarm. The room was small; even smaller because it was covered in clothes.
The alarm's assailant slowly rose from the bed, pushing the covers to his feet and yawning. He then brought his hands to his face and began to rub his squinted blue eyes. "Need more sleepy…" He then said and fell back down into the covers; burying his head into the pillow.
"Michael Anthony Strateri, get your butt up this instant!" He then heard a loud feminine voice call from down the hall.
"All right I'm up!" Mike roared leaning back up and rolling his eyes. "You know, you could let me sleep a little longer. I mean, it's not everyday I don't get home from a party untill 3 a.m!" He roared back down the hall.
"Actually, it happens every Friday!" The woman roared back. Mike could tell she had a smirk on her face just from the tone in her voice. His mother always had a thing for enthusiastic speaking. He slowly moved towards the side of the bed and put his feet off; slipping on some Azumarill slippers. He then began to stretch his arms and yawn again. He placed his hands on his jet black blonde tipped hair and rubbed them back. He then noticed that the room was very dark and decided to go to the light switch to rectify that problem.
"Bah, you would think a mother could turn on a light switch for her son? But no! I have to walk this far to bring light into the room! They should make remotes or some clap on thing." He roared flicking the switch. The room instantly lit up and Mike squinted, rubbing his eyes again.
"What are you complaining about?" He heard his mother yell.
"Nothing, just cranky from waking up this early!" He replied and sat down on the foot of his bed. He grabbed the remote from the bedside and flicked the switch, turning the stations on the television to find something fun on. However, the remote wasn't working properly. Mike kept trying to switch stations but nothing happened.
"What the hell is going on here, I want to watch The Poke-War Chronicles!" He screamed to himself.
"I took the batteries out so you could would focus on the professor‘s introduction!" His mom said peaking into the room.
"You touched my remote? Get out of here before I do something regretful!" Mike roared. His mom sighed and shut the door. Mike thought about getting up to turn the station on the television itself, but he was too tired.
He began to check out what this show was all about. It seemed like some instructor was blabbing about some school or something. "Welcome to the Pokemon Tech TV Station!" The instructor blared. As soon as those words were uttered, Mike remembered why his alarm went off so early. Today was the start of his classes at Pokemon Tech!
"Yes, I get a Pokemon to train with today!" He yelled leaping up and smashing his hand on the fan blade above. "Ow, son of a…" He began, but stopped himself when his mom entered.
"Breakfast in ten. Better get ready. You can't be late for your first day of Pokemon Tech!" She said and shut the door again as a shoe hit it causing a black mark in the wood.
The instructor on the television continued to talk and Mike couldn't help but turn it up. "As most students know from the broacher, each person that begins classes today will be issued a beginner's Pokemon, a Pokedex, and Tech balls. Though each enroller will receive these, they are not allowed to leave school grounds to catch Pokemon at any time. Each student must spend the entire month at the school and get a passing grade. If they do, they will receive a trainer card which will allow them to start their journey collecting badges." The instructor finished his introduction and continued to a nearby table.
The instructor stopped in front of the brown desktop where some spherical Pokeballs were placed. Mike recognized these as Techballs; Pokeballs with a teal top instead of a red one. They were virtually the same, just issued for the school. "There are over 100 species of Pokemon that will be available for first beginners, but there is only one of each type. To assure that our students can handle any type of Pokemon, they will choose their beginner randomly. To demonstrate this, the instructor picked a Tech ball from the table and tossed it. Just before the Pokemon appeared, the screen panned directly to the professor’s face.
“That is all you need to know for now, the rest of the information will be given in your morning classes." The instructor finished his speech and the screen began to flash images of the Pokemon that would be available.
Mike instantly got up and walked to his closet. He noticed the hole he had made in the closet door from punching it the week before. He got a yelling for that, but he was just practicing his strength exercises and didn't see the big deal. He scrounged through his clothes and eventually pulled out a light blue long-sleeved shirt. He then grabbed his newly purchased blue jeans and finally placed a navy blue polo shirt over his light blue one. Mike had spent the whole summer getting in shape for this journey, and he was now more muscle then anything.
After, he walked to the door and into the hall carrying the clothes. He turned his head from the left wall as he slid past a picture. On it was a portrait of his family; his WHOLE family. He never liked to look at it because his dad was on there; known to him only as the deserter. He continued down the hall past his brother's room which was blaring music. Mike liked his brother, but they never really connected. Where Matt was a lazy rebel without a cause, Mike was a helpful perfectionist. As he slipped into the bathroom, he could hear his mother making breakfast. The sound of eggs flipping always made him hungry. He could also smell the fresh scents. She always made a huge breakfast before her sons left the house. Eating right was something Ms. Strateri always preached.
Mike had finished his shower in minutes and slipped on his clothes. He then began to perfect his hair while looking in the mirror. It usually took hours to do it, but he decided to cut that short. After doing the normal bathroom tasks, Mike left and walked into the kitchen. He sat down at the table and watched as his mom set a plate with a large steak and some scrambled eggs down in front of him! "Wow, you went all out." He said grabbing a fork and knife. His mother smiled a bit and then sat down across the table. Mike could see the disgruntlement in her eyes. "What's wrong?" He asked concerned.
"Oh nothing, just waiting for your lazy brother to get up. His first day of Pokemon Tech and he is still sleeping! I don't know what I'm going to do with him!" She laughed and prodded at the eggs she made for herself. Mike's brother Matt was a year older then him, but his mother decided to enroll him when Mike was ready. He didn’t seem to mind much though as the last thing on his mind was going to school. He wasn't that into Pokemon training, but he needed a hobby.
Matt slowly walked out of his room. His dark black hair was whipped and uneven. He wore a brown hoodie with some jeans. Mike couldn't help but laugh at how enthusiastic he seemed. "I decided not to do my hair today; it'll save time!" Matt smirked pulling his hand through his messy black hair. He proceeded to the kitchen table and grabbed his backpack from a chair. "Got to go!" He then said and turned to leave.
"Where do you think you're going?" His mother roared folding her arms.
"My friends are waiting outside so I'll be going there!" He smirked before walking out the door.
"Yeah, I better head off too." Mike replied as he grabbed his backpack and pushed his empty plate forward. His mom took a glance at the food she had for Matt and sighed.
"Be safe!" She told him and sat up. She held her arms out and Mike came forward, giving her the hug she desired. "I will always be here. Call if you need anything...." She said with a small tear growing. Her children had not been far from her their entire lives.
"I'll be fine mom. Don't worry…" Mike said and turned towards the door. He looked back once more before stepping into the nice morning air. Bayside City was just how it was named; a city by a bay. The ocean air whished by relieving Mike. A port city home was perfect, but he needed to get out more. He leapt off the porch and down the sidewalk. As he turned the corner, he noticed Matt and his friends up ahead, but he wasn't about to join them. They were probably not even heading towards the school.
Mike made his way a few blocks down the street and then turned into a nearby driveway. This belonged to his good friend Jeff Flays. Mike skipped up the walkway and onto the porch; placing his fingers on the doorbell. After several rings, Jeff opened the door. His dirty blonde hair was freshly cut and he wore his black and blue sleeved shirt. Mike laughed. Jeff always looked so tall and gimpy, and the fact that he wanted to train dark types was even funnier. Jeff had a light-hearted, energetic, and carefree personality, all of which are not qualities of dark Pokemon.
"You ready?" Mike asked as Jeff stepped out the door.
"No, I still have to redecorate my backpack." Jeff replied rolling his eyes. Mike smiled as his friend joined him on the porch. They then headed back onto the street and continued down the road.
"So what's new in the world of Jeff?" Mike asked trying to make small talk. Jeff had recently been on vacation for a week so they hadn’t talked in some time.
"Not much. Met a few girls, lost a few when they found me annoying. That's how life is though." Jeff replied. Mike began to laugh. His friend was never serious and everything was a joke. The two boys continued down the road some more before reaching their last stop. This was the home of Amanda Belicina, Mike's long time best friend. They knew each other since they were six, and had grown up spending countless days just chilling in each other's houses. She was Mike's pride and joy, the one thing he loved about Bayside City.
She was already waiting on the porch curling her brown highlighted hair with an iron. "Damn curls!" She roared trying to get them out. Mike laughed when he heard her. It was unlike Amanda to swear or get mad, but when it came to personal appearance, she was a monster. Amanda noticed them and jumped up waving. She walked down the walkway and towards them grinning happily. She was a little short, but very pretty. Her purple bandana and matching shirt were on, as it was her "lucky ensemble". She smiled as she approached.
"So, miss me?" She giggled pushing Mike's shoulder back.
"The party was three hours ago." Mike replied smiling. The party was actually Amanda's Pokemon Tech bash. Mike would've remembered that, but it somehow slipped his mind when he woke up.
"What party?" Jeff asked giving Mike a look. Mike instantly became nervous. Amanda and him had decided not to invite him after he showed up with alcohol at Mike's last one dressed like Britney Spears.
"Nothing…me and Amanda had a movie night." He said hoping Jeff would buy it.
"Then what are all those streamers and stuff in the trash over there for?" Jeff asked pointing to the garbage Amanda brought out earlier. Mike closed his eyes knowing Jeff would find out.
"Silly Jeff, you know how much I like streamers even when there are no parties going on." Amanda replied. Jeff shrugged. Mike smiled knowing he had bought it. Jeff wasn’t the brightest of children. The three then returned to the street and headed off to Pokemon Tech.
"I can't wait to get my first Pokemon!" Amanda announced as they headed off.
"As long as it's a dark type, I don't mind!" Jeff added in.
"We'll just have to wait and see." Mike ended with as they approached the front gate of what would be the greatest and most influential month of their lives…..
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