Travveler's Tales -1


A/N Hey guys, just me to say that, wouldn't you know it, i don't own pokemon. If I did ash would 
be green and 
brock would be a penguin or something, I dunno. I=C) 


It was mid july. A truck was selling ice cream, a baby was making a rather unnececary amount of 
noise, and a
black haired thirteen year old boy was preparing an active man tm. for launch with some left over 
fireworks. 
Not far away, a radient blond haired girl of equal age was sitting on a wall watching some goldeen 
splash around
in next door's pond. Her name was Amy she would get her own pokemon in a few days. She kept 
thinking, 
'What should I choose, growlithe, eevee or pichu?' Not pichu, Eeew, I hate mice! I might get 
burned by a growlithe
if I got one.  I know, how about eevee, It's so cute, and it evolves into some really tough forms, 
why don't I get that one!
She had been there over an hour, when she heard a thunderous boom in the air. She looked up 
to see a huge 
explosion, like about ten fireworks that have been suffering severe constipation for a week or 
eight.  
A small, plastic, slightly charred hand fell at her feet.

The boy mentioned earlier was on top of the world presently, having just sent another active man 
tm. to that big
Dr. Z fortress in the sky. Only cost him £5 as well! This boy had a lust for fire, explosives, guns 
and anything
else he could get his hands on that could brutally maim and/or kill active men tm. His name was 
Zack.
His thoughts were anywhere but with which pokemon he might choose on friday. Earlier he had 
thought about eevee,
but had decided against it when he had to face the reality that he simply wouldn't be able to 
choose which
way he wanted it to evolve. He wasn't big on pichu, as one had given him a fairly nasty shock 
when he was seven
after he didn't let it have his unfathomably large pink ice cream. He eventually decided on 
growlithe, and when 
he found out what it evolved into, that was it, he was getting it at all costs.

Friday arrived like thursday and wednesday had been eaten by a big, weekday eating thing. Zack 
was at home,
packing up some of his junk into a backpack.Socks, active man x2, fireworks x5, microwave curry 
x6, cash (£45).
"Zack, have you got all your stuff packed?" His mum hollered up the stairs.
"Yeah thanks mum." Zack yelled back. He had a good hour to get down to the Lumdale Lab, and 
Prof. Willow.
No rush. 

At Amy's place however, things weren't quite as relaxed.
"Dad! Where's my hairspray!" Amy yelled out her room window. Her dad was a keen gardener, 
and spent most of
his life in a small potting shed.
"Ask yer mum sweetie." He answered.
"Her mum doesn't know iether, tell her to look for it herself!" Retorted her mum from the kitchen.
Amy seethed. Was it too much to ask for a tin of hair spray!? Oh well, soon she'd be outta here, 
travveling to
who knows where doing whatever she wanted. Finally She ran down her driveway, waving to her 
parents, and
lugging along a pack several sizes too large, and far too heavy for her on her back.

Zack was the first wannabe trainer to arrive at the lab. The proffesor met him and showed him in.
"Now then Zack, I'd like you to think carefully before choosing your first pokemon. It may well be 
your best friend 
for years to come, and, with the correct training, will eventually become a powerful fighter." She 
explained
"Okay, I've been thinking about it all night, and I want the growlithe please."He replied.
"Very well here you are then. You know you'r very lucky to get first pick.."
 A tall boy with short-cut brown hair came into the lab, wearing a red pokemon league jacket, 
panting.
"Am I late proffesor?" He asked.
"No actually adam, your right on time." She replied.
"Hey Ayjay, how ya goin' mate?" Asked Zack
"Hey Thatchboy! Not bad, how 'bout yerself?"
"Yeah, I'm good."
"Okay then adam, which pokemon would you like? There's two left, a pichu and an eevee."
"Could I have the pichu if that's all right please?"
"Certainly, here you are."
"Exellent, I got my first pokemon!" Adam shouted.
They went out of the lab, bound for the town gates.

It turned out adam was headed to Chetree town, to the south, and zack, Dawnford village to the 
east.
"Well, 'till next time then eh mate?"zack said.
"'Till next time." He answered.

Amy swung round into the lab, wheezing and panting from the running she had done to get there.
She hated running even more than she did pilchards.
"Am I too late!?" She asked the slightly alarmed looking professor.
"Er, no your not." Stuttered the professor, caught off gaurd. "I'm afraid the only pokemon left is an 
eevee."
"That's great! It's just what I wanted!"
"Well here you are then. Good luck!"
With that she was gone. She walked down to the town gates.
"Well, off to Dawnford...." She thought to herelf.
  


A/N: Don't bother to review me people. It's not that I'm ungrayeful or anythin, but I'm thirteen and 
am forced
to share my computer with my younger brother. He thinks it funny to go through my e-mail and 
delete
all my fics. (thank god for data sticks!)                                                                   -The Author