I'm Woody Redstreak. I'm an orphan. Rain punded against the glass window as I lied in a bed. Our orphanage was awful. We had beds that had lumps and springs sticking out of them. We used our clothes for pillows and our blankets which were only big enough to cover half of our body had holes in them. I sighed. Me and my best friend, Lizzie had known each  other since we were two years old. Our parents died in a car crash. (We have different parents. I lived with my Mom and she lived with her father. Her uncle actually killed himself when he heard the news and my only other two living relatives were my grandparents. My grandmother lived on the other side of the world, in China, and my grandfather was in jail.) No, I'm not Chinese just so you know.
    I looked around just to make sure no one was looking and grabbed a backpack out of the closet. We used them for when we went on long trips. I took the one that said WOODY. I put in all my clothes, only three shirts, a pair of shorts, pajama bottoms, two hats, two pairs of socks, a wash cloth, and jeans. It sounds like a lot, but check your home and you have a lot more stuff than I do. I pulled on my jersey. A Starmie jersey I had found last month. Red with a picture of a Starmie on it. I then put on my pants, sneakers, jacket, hat, and walked out of the room, as quietly as possible. I tip-toed across the hall to the girl's room, and walked to Lizzie's bed.
    "Ready?" I whispered. She opened her eyes and nodded. Coming out of the covers she put on her jacket and left with me.
    "I counted and we have about twenty dollars each," I said. "Let's get some food before we leave."
    Lizzie nodded. She pulled her blonde hair into a ponytail and walked over to the fridge. Since there were eight kids in the orphanage we had two refridgerators. Lizzie took two apples, two sandwhiches, four bottles of soda, and some chicken strips.
    "Let's go," she said.
    We walked out if the building, but stopped. Mr. Caburn, the mean owner of the place was sitting on the porch smoking a cigarette. The storm got harder. "What's he doing?" I asked Lizzie. "Ot's 2:00 in the morning. Is he crazy?"
    "Maybe, but we're trapped," Lizzie whispered.
    "No, I've got an idea," I said. I picked a stone up from off of the porch. "When I throw this stone, just throw yourself to the ground. I winded back my arm and hurled the stone at Mr. Caburn's head. I then jumped th the ground.
    "What the--?!" he cried.
    He turned around and stomped around the side of the building. "Go, go!" I said.
    We got up and raced away. Before I went, I picked up the rock I had threw and as I ran, I realized it was not a regular rock. It was some kind of circular stone-- and it was a greenish blue. "Whoah," Lizzie muttered as she looked at it. We had ran about three blocks. We slowed down to a walk.
    "Hey, look," I said. On the ground was a sack. I bent down and picked it up. Inside were more 50 dollar bills than you can imagine. I gasped. "Oh, man."
     "This must be at least $30,000 dollars. Literally." I put the sack into my backpack. "Well first we have to find a hotel to stay in."
    "But, Woody, I wasn't talking about the sack-- I'm talking about those!"
    On the ground were two injured Pokemon. A Marill and a Pikachu. And-- due to all of the training that we learned from our Pokemon teacher, Ash Ketchum, who understood Pika'talk, we knew everything a Pikachu said-- but this Pikachu was really injured, and so was Marill.
    "Oh no, they aren't moving," I said. "Come on, there is Pokemon Center down the road."

"These Pokemon have cuts on them. They were obviously attacked," Nurse Joy said. "They were abandoned by their trainer and that's all I can figure out. By law I'm supposed to let you keep these Pokemon after two days in the E.R. if the trainer doesn't clame them by then.
    "Well, are there any hotels we can stay in," Lizzie asked.
    "No hotels will let you in," Nurse joy said. "It's 3:00 in the morning. But you can stay in a room upstairs for free. We have blankets for you and brealfast at 9:00. Now get some rest."
    Lizzie and i stayed in bunk beds. Me on bottom and Lizzie on top. "Wow, real pillows and blankets," I whispered to Lizzie as we climbed into our beds.
    "Feels nice," she said.
    As she said that-- a rocket shot into the Pokemon Center. Nurse Joy screamed from the hallway. The window shattered and rain flooded into the room. Another rocket hit the center, and bricks fell from the wall.
    "It's Team Rocket," Nurse Joy yelled. "They're attacking!"

       I KNOW THIS CHAPTER IS SHORT BUT I HAVE TO GET OFF OF THE COMPUTER AND I CAN'T SAVE MY STORY INTO ANY FILES. I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS SERIES. SEE HOW LIZZIE AND WOODY'S POKEMON ADVENTURE TURNS OUT. MAYBE THEY'LL GET TO KEEP PIKACHU AND MARILL. YOU'LL JUST HAVE TO WAIT AND SEE.

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