“Reena? Reena?”  my mother called. As you could’ve guessed, I’m Reena, a 12-year-old girl in Celadon city. I’m tall, black, skinny, have short, curly black hair, and love pokemon. ‘Course my mom would never let me become a trainer. Now, back to my mom. “Your Pokemon Trainer Weekly came today!” she hollered. I ran down the stairs, grabbed it, and took off to my room. My brother pounded on my door claiming he had left his stuffed mew in my room, but I ignored him. I was to busy looking at an ad in my magazine. It said “Are you a kid just a little to far from any trainer licensing place? Well, you’re in luck! For just 50$ you can get a certified pokemon trainer’s license, pokedex, and your very own pokemon to start a pokemon quest from your household!” It was a dream come true, except for the price of course. I didn’t know where to get that kind of money though. I had an idea. I found my brother’s stuffed mew and called for him. He came in to my room and screeched “Gimme my mew!” “ How much is it worth to ya?” I  smiled evilly ( I love tormenting my brother!). After about a half hour, I got him to pay 15$ for it. I now had 50$.  “Reena! Door for you!” my mom yelled from downstairs. I went to the door and it was Britney Douglas, a rich, popular, annoying, tall, shinny, long blonde haired brat. She held up a pink pokeball and said cockily, “Wanna battle?” I gulped. “Uh…. My pokemon isn’t ready right now…” I lied. “ Well, gimme a call later when it is k?” she said striding away. “ You’re going to battle Britney with your pokemon?” my mom said from behind me. I gulped  (AGAIN!). “ My mom sighed. “You really want to be a trainer don’ you?” She smiled. She was silent for awhile as I waited for the lecture, but all she said was, “ Well I’m not payin for the food.” I jumped, suddenly, it hit me, she was going to let me!  I ran over and hugged her. I sent for the overnight delivery packet. The day dragged on but I finally went to bed and to sleep. I woke up the next morning to find my packet had come! I opened it. I released the pokemon from its pokeball. “sandshrew!” it said as it popped out. Now I was ready. I saw a drowzee. I snuck up on it and told sandshrew to use tackle. He hit him right between the eyes and it collapsed. I was battling the local pokemon getting ready for the battle with Britney. As we trained sandshrew learned poison sting. Old Britt wasn’t gonna expect that one. Sandy ( sanshrew’s nickname) was at level 23 when Britney found me training. “Let’s go,” I sneered readily.  “ GO! SANDY!” I yelled. “ GO! VENONAT!” She yelled back. “ Sandy, scratch!” I figured I’d save my secret weapon for later. Venonat took a light hit. “Venonat, LEER!” Britney screeched. Sandy sat stunned from the leer. “SANDY, SAND ATTACK!” I commanded. Sandy kicked sand into Venonat’s eyes stopping the leer. Now was time for my secret weapon. “ Poison sting!” I ordered Sandy. The stingers blasted into Venonat until it fainted. “HA!” I let out a victory cry. Britney turned red and stomped off. I hugged Sandy and we wrestled around and played until it was late.  Over the days even my mom got attached to sandy.

I hope you liked part #1 new parts are coming soon!