Part 2
	
	Hey!!!!!! I finally had the time to type part two!!! Hope you enjoy it!!!

	The girl crouched low to the ground, knowing well that she would stand no 
chance against an attack. She was smart but not courageous. Always playing on 
the safe side, Amber had dedicated her life to helping both people and pokemon. 
She had become a healer.Espeon was an abandoned pokemon that Amber had healed 
both physically and mentally. The pokemon had been wild and dangerous around 
everyone. Amber had taught her waht love was and the pokemon had stayed by her 
side ever since.
	A boy suddenly stumbled into the light. He was holding his side and had a 
grimace on his face. He looked straight at Amber.
	"Is there a pokemon center nearby?" he asked with a bit of pain in his 
voice.
	"No, but I think I can help,"Amber replied standing up.
	"Thanks."
	Amber walked over to him and gently took his hand. She looked up into his 
handsome brown eyes. 
	"Follow me," she smiled and led him through the trees, glanceing back at 
him to make sure he was alright.
	He was strange looking to her. Googles were worn on top of his sandy brown 
hair. He wore a dark blue trenchcoat that partially covered a dark blue and 
black shirt. Black leather pants covered his legs and spiky black boots clopped 
on the sidewalk. He was so much different from Amber.
	Her brown shoulder length hair swayed with each step of her red and white 
tennis shoes. A red shirt covered her upper torso while she wore black and white 
shorts. She held his blue glover hand with her own black and white.
	They finally walked up to the doorstep in front of a house with chipped 
white paint. It had two stories and three windows. One on the top and two on 
each side of the house. Amber grabbed a set of keys fromher pack that hung 
around her hips. Turning the key in the lock in the doorknob, the door itself 
squeaked oopen. Leading him up the stairs, Amber kicked open the door. Behind 
the old wooden door, lay a small simple room. A twin bed with light blue covers 
and a plain white pillow was pressed by it side against the wall. A small wooden 
dresser stood near the doorway while a walk-in closet took up much of the space 
in the room. Clean and organized, like everything else in the house. 
	Amber turned to the boy.
	"May I have a look?" she asked eyeing his side.
	"Please do," he exclaimed.
	She nodded and genthly put a hand on his ribs. She lightly pressed many 
spots, glancing at his face to watch for grimaces. Which there were plenty of.
	She pulled her hand away and took a deep breath, looking at him seriously.
	"I think you broke some ribs. I can't heal it with your shirt on. By the 
way, I'm sick of calling you, "you". What's your name?"
	"Seth," he answered as he shed off his trenchcoat, "And you?"
	"I'm Amber."