The Runaway
Part 1


A young boy, skinny and tired looking slowly stalked into Apple City.  
It was late, so no one seemed to notiice the boy.  He continued walking until he 
reached a
large building at the center of town.  An old wooden board nailed above the 
doorway read "The Apple City Inn".
Suddenly, the boy laughed, and looked around. "They call this a city?," he 
thought.  A small row of houses were located off to the left.
There was a small park to the right, from where the boy was standing he could 
see a rusty swingset and an old basketball hoop.  Then, another thought came to 
him.
There wasn't a Pokemon Center here.  The boy looked some more, then sure there 
wasn't a Pokemon Center, stepped inside the Inn.  He found a small electric 
light on, and an old
man sleeping behind the desk.  The boy looked around the found a small silver 
bell.  After pressing it several times the man woke up and said, "Are you a 
customer?". The boy answered quickly,
"Maybe. How much is a room?" The man picked up a small silver key and said, "Ten 
Dollars a night." The boy stared at him and said, "I'm Kyle." The voice he used 
was not friendly, nor did he look it when he carefully
counted out ten one dollar bills, then took the key and found his way up the 
stairs to the first room.  He unlocked the door, then removed his backpack.  He 
removed one small Pokeball, and a Peanut Butter sandwich. He sighed in relief.
It was unbelieveable. He thought back to only four hours ago he had made these 
sandwiches and ran from home. His parents wouldn't find him.  They would go west 
and look for him in New Bark Town.  Yet, Kyle had found another area where he 
could get a starting Pokemon.
That was Melon Village, a small city a half hour from this one.  There he had 
recieved a Pokedex and a Pokemon.  He had been disappointed that they only had 
Oddishes, but at least it was a Pokemon.  His dream had always been to become a 
Pokemon Trainer, just like all the other kids he knew had,
yet his parents had said he should become a lawyer. A LAWYER? There was no way 
he was going to do that.  So he made up a plan, and so far it had worked 
perfectly.  He placed the Pokeball with Oddish in it back in the bag, and 
counted his money.  He cursed to himself. He knew he had forgotten some money, 
but he now only
had twelve dollars left.  At least he had a good supply of food left.  He bit 
slowly into the sandwich, then after finishing drank some water from his 
canteen.  He licked his lips and layed down in his bed, preparing for sleep.