PPOKEMON GS
EPISODE 1: The Journey Begins


New Bark Town 10:23 AM

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!! The alarm blared so loud could have heard it if it was ten feet away from him. Scott slowly got up and shut the alarm clock off, then went back into his bed. Then he remembered it was the day that he would become a Pokemon Trainer. He checked his PokeGear's clock to find out what time it was. " Oh,crap!" he said," i'm late!!!" He quickly jumped out of bed and put his clothes on. Then he started running down the stairs, but ending up falling down halfway down. His mom ran over to check on him. " Scott, are you all right?" she asked. " Yeah, i'm okay," replied Scott," don't forget that i've gained a reputation for having a hard head." " You're right," his mom said," oh. Professor Elm has the pokemon you wanted." " All right!!!!" he said," i'll see ya when I see ya." " Take care now." Scott waved goodbye as he went to see Prof. Elm, thinking about nothing but the pokemon he was gonna get. " I've always wanted a Charmander." he said," they rock, especially as Charizards." When Scott reached Professor Elm's lab, Prof. Elm was waiting with Scott's Charmander. " Here he is," said Prof. Elm," a level 5 male Charmander, as you requested. You've definitely worked well for this, yet I still don't see why you didn't choose from the three in my lab." " To be honest, I wanted a Charmander because I think Charmanders are cooler, " Scott replied. " Fair enough, " said Prof. Elm as he gave the Charmander to Scott. " Good luck." " Thanks, " said Scott as he left New Bark Town.


Scott and his Charmander, whom he named Firestorm, had traversed about one fourth of a mile before meeting another Pokemon Trainer. " Hi, there. " he said, " do you want a Totodile? " " Sure, " Scott replied, " I was gonna choose a Totodile if I couldn't get a Charmander, and I never caught your name. " " My name's John, " said the other trainer. He bore a striking resemblance to Brock, except his clothes were shades of blue and he had red hair. John gave the Totodile to Scott. " Don't worry about trading any pokemon to me, " John said, " I was just trying to find a good trainer for him and you look like that kind of trainer. " " Thanks. I can tell you're into water-type pokemon." said Scott. John nodded and said he'd tag along with him. Just as they neared Cherrygrove City another trainer with red hair, only longer red hair, stood in their way. " Excuse me, but we are trying to get through here, " Scott said, " we would appreciate it if you would- " " You ain't passing through here until I show you just how weak you are. " said the new trainer, " my name is Tyler, and my Cyndaquil is gonna clean your Charmander's clock. Go! Inferno!!" He threw his pokeball into the air and a Cyndaquil with a scar over its right eye came out and stood in a battle pose. Scott sent out Firestorm, who was immediately attacked by Inferno. The two duked it out until Firestorm unleashed an extremely powerful fire attack that forced Inferno back, and caught the attention of another trainer nearby. " Bulldozer! Razor Leaf Attack!! " he said to his Chikorita. His Chikorita did so, and the other trainer shoed off Tyler, who knew when the odds were turned against him when dealing with numbers. " I'll be back and you'll be sorry you dared to interfere, Mike! " Tyler said," and i'll get you, too! " (pointing to Scott) " I guess that means you're on my side too, huh? " Scott asked. " Ya got that right, " Mike said, " a friend of John's is a friend of mine. Mind if I give you an extra Chikorita and join you on your journey? " " Okay," Scott said. Mike gave him a Chikorita and joined his group. Mike and John believed that he was a good trainer and a good friend. Little would they realize just how good he'd become.


the journey continues................


coming soon
Episode 2: Prof. Elm's Errand

Professor Elm asks Scott and his friends to see Mr. Pokemon to receive something very important. They receive the item on the trip to Mr. Pokemon's house, but they meet up with Tyler again. This time he's brought a few friends of his.