my last story was a miserable fail. i hope this one will work better
Ever since I can remember, I’ve been planning for this day. I’ve been researching every bit of info I could get my hands on about squirtle, as he was my favorite starter where I come from, which is Kanto.
My alarm went off loudly. I got up different then I usually do. I usually get up slowly, half asleep. But today is a special day. It’s the day I get to have my starter. I jumped off my bed, and, rather quickly, turned my alarm off.
“Today’s the day” I say as I stretch. “I finally get to have a squirtle!”
I, quicker than ever, change my clothes and try to speed out the door, where my mom stops me.
“Hi honey!” my mom said lovingly. “That’s the fastest you’ve come down!”
“Yeah, mom. I know… I’m in a hurry to get to oak’s house.”
“Whoa… that’s an hour away, honey. Here, have some breakfast.” she said as she handed me a few waffles, with my favorite syrup on them.
“Thanks, mom.” I said.
“Which Pokémon are you going to catch first?”
“I’m hoping for a pidgey. They’re kind of cute.”
“I would catch a nidoran, they’re pretty tough.”
“No, mom, look, to catch Pokémon, you need to weaken them. But if the nidoran’s too strong for me to weaken…”
“Oh okay… so… never mind”
My mom walks away, slightly confused as I take my first bite of the waffles.
It was 8:30. Time for me to head outside.
“Good luck, sir.noodles!” my mom shouted from the living room.
Sir.Noodles has been my nickname since I was 5. I got it by eating so many noodles at the cafeteria that the lunch ladies ran out. But I couldn’t help it, I love noodles.
“Don’t worry mom, I’ll be fine!” I shouted back.
“That’s what they all say” she muttered to herself.
I walked out of my house excitedly, walking next to the tall grass. I thought I could see a pidgey, but it was so well hidden in there, I lost it.
“There it is” I said looking at the big house. “Oak’s house”.
I stepped inside, and there he was at the other side of the room professor oak himself.
“You must be sir.noodles.” he said to me.
“Yep!” I said excitedly “now do I get my starter!?”
“Now, hold on” he said “I’m waiting for my grandson…”
“Ugh. No that twerp… he’s just… annoying”
I thought back to my younger years. The times that he was so boastful, and that he was constantly calling me sir.poodles. I thought that was pretty mean. It sounded like I was I total woos, but I’m not. I’m very very very tough.
“Hey, gramps. Oh, and sir.poodles. Why is he here, gramps?”
“He’s getting his first Pokémon…”
“Ha! He’s too weak. Especially because you have poodles in your name.
“But you named me tha-”
“Whatever. Look, I’ll come back later once we evacuate the building of all weenies”
I looked angrily at him as he left. “That guys a turd, professor. He’s a really big turd.”
“Now, are you finally rea-“
“SQUIRTLE!!!!” I yelled, interrupting him.
“Whoa… okay… Here you go…” he said as he handed me a pokeball from the table of 3 pokeballs.
“This is him. Your squirtle you’ve been wanting for so long”
“Finally” I said in excitement “I finally get him…”
“Now remember to take care of him and make sure he likes you!” he said as I left through the door.
“Thank you!” I shouted right before the door closed. I try my best to use good manners every day, every circumstance.
“Now, let’s see what you can do”
I was in my room setting up my pillow against a chair.
“Go, squirtle!” I said as I held the ball.
Just as expected, squirtle popped out of the ball.
“Squirtle, use tackle!” I said pointing at the pillow
Squirtle launched himself right into the pillow, knocking it over, and wobbling the chair a little bit.
“Good job!” I said, knowing that squirtle was rather new, and he needed to be trained to get stronger.
“Squirtle!” he said.
I set up some books propped up against my bookshelf.
“Squirtle, use bubble, and hit all the books!” I told him.
“Squirtle!” he said determined.
Bubbles shot down most of the 10 books. 3 of them were still standing, but at least he hit them. Granted the fact that he’s new, and he was rather far from the books, he did a pretty good job, I thought.
“And now, for the final test” I said, grabbing a bunch of boxes of all kinds. Shoeboxes, art boxes, cardboard boxes, all stacked up into one big tower.
“Squirtle, use tackle again!”
He, once again, launched himself into the tower, knocking down all of it.
“Good job squirtle” I said. You’re better than I thought you would be. Now do you want to catch that pidgey?”
“Squirtle! Squirtle!” he chanted. I was guessing that meant “let’s go, let’s go” or something like that.
We got outside right when Joe, my rival stepped out of oak’s lab.
“Looks like they got rid of a giant weenie in there. Oh wait! That was you!! Ha ha ha ha! C’mon sir.poodles, let’s battle.
“Whatever,” I said. “Go squirtle!”
Squirtle came out of the ball
“What!? Dude, there’s a huge type disadvantage!” I told him right before he sent out his charmander
“Whatever. It’s not like it’s going to matter. You’re a woos, so, by default, your squirtle is a woos.”
“THAT’S NOT TRUE!!!” I yelled.
“Yes it is! Everyone knows it’s true”
“grr… squirtle, use bubble! Before I clobber this guy” I said through my teeth.
It hit charmander successfully, hurting him really bad.
“Charmander use tackle!”
Charmander hit my squirtle, but not very hardly. Squirtle got up, looking angry.
“Squirtle, use bubble, again!”
“It hit charmander again, leaving him rather weak,”
“Ch-charmander?” charmander said weakly.
“Don’t worry, charmander, just keep using tackle.”
Squirtle dodged the attack
“Squirtle, use bubble!” I said proud fully to him.
Squirtle hit charmander again, making charmander fall over. Charmander got up slowly and weakly.
“Charmander, use tackle, again…” Joe said worryingly.
Squirtle tried to dodge it, but he failed. Charmander landed right on top of him.
“Don’t worry squirtle! Use bubble!”
Squirtle shot the charmander off of him.
The charmander fell to the floor, fainted.
“No! This can’t be happening!” Joe said angrily
“Who’s the woos now? I said, walking away.
“Good job squirtle! You showed that meanie whose boss!”
“Squirtle!” he said proudly.
“Now we’re going to need to go to the poke center. You need to be in top shape for when we catch that pidgey.”
“Hello” the lady said “do you want to heal your Pokémon?”
“Yeah!” I said returning squirtle to his ball. “We just got back from a battle.”
“Oh, how exciting! Did you win?”
“Yes, but only because there was a huge type advantage on our time” I said handing her the ball. “The enemy had a charmander”
“Oh, good job though!
She placed the ball into the machine, waited a few seconds. “Here you go; your squirtle is fighting fit!”
“Thanks!” I said, once again, using my manners.
“Now, let’s go get us that pidgey!”
We walked out heading towards the tall grass.
“Are you ready?” I asked squirtle. “Squirtle!” he said once again in determination.
“Alright!” I said as we stepped into the tall grass.
We walked around a bit, and there it was. The pidgey we were looking for.
“There you are!” I said. “Squirtle, use bubble!”
Squirtle, as told, used bubble, and hit the pidgey.
“Good one squir-”
Pidgey already used tackle on him. “Pi-pidgey!”
“Squirtle, use bubble again!”
Squirtle hit the pidgey again with bubble. “squirtle!”
The pidgey, starting to seem weak, jumped right back up, and tried to tackle my squirtle. Fortunately, my squirtle dodged the attack.
“squirtle, tackle that pidgey!” I said.
“squirtle!” he said when he tried to tackle the pidgey, but the pidgey dodged it at the last moment.
“Pidgey!” it said, right when it talked my squirtle.
“squirtle don’t give up, tackle the pidgey!”
Squirtle tackled the pidgey successfully.
“pi-pi-pidgey?” it said weakly, as it tried to tackle my squirtle again. They both seemed very weak.
“now’s my chance!” I said. I threw my 1st out of 3 pokeball at it…
will i catch it? you need to grade me
stuff for graders:
im trying to catch a pidgey.
the amount of characters in this is: 7834, not including the stuff above the actual story and bellow it.
the minimum amount of characters required for a story for a pidgey is 5,000 to 10,000.
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