SinisterPenguin

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It wasn't until I started to really look at those around me that I knew what I wanted as an adult. I wanted to be happy.

It was a few years before I even knew how I'd atain this. How could I, a nobody be really happy, when so many people were unhappy? Was there a secret? Was it even possible?

I know now, and have for about 10 years, what I have to do to be happy. Every year it became clearer and clearer. In the beginning it was just a glimmer, an idea, a desire. Then it grew. The more it grew the faster it grew. To the point, where I now know exactly what will make me happy. I stumbled on the road to getting it once, but my vision was still blurred. That wont happen again.

There is a sparkle in my chest, and my stomach, when I think of this happiness. My body melts, my pulse quickens, my legs get weak, and my temperature rises. It's pure elation. It's excitment. It's adoration. It's something few people actually get to have.

And for around 10 years, I instinctively knew that there was only one way. One person, that could give me this.

Girl: has boyfriend

There exists a theory about a pokemon who can glitch the world around it. Other pokemon. Items. Even levels. Altering nouns to spaz and break apart.   lets together build his life

My family wasn't renown enough for me to receive a pokemon for free. We had to catch our own as a coming of age event. And if you wanted to do that you had to come up with the money for your own poke ball.

We did however know the old man on the main land fairly well, so he usually teaches every generation how to catch a mon.

my dad is flying me to him on my birthday, so I could learn from the best. It’ll be a long flight. Cinnabar island is a ways from the main land.

We packed a meal and made our way. It was pretty uneventful, as was the learning how to catch a pokemon. Its more of a tradition than anything. Look for a mon you want, throw food or a rock, then throw a ball. Or if you're lucky enough to be packing a mon already, battle it.

Most kids get their first pokemon from the main land. with the lab on our island its not quite safe. There are pokemon that get stuck in toxic waste and just kinda… stay that way. Tourists love them though. The grimers, muks, and all the wretched misfits with them.

Im going back to my island to catch one, I really like fire because well… duh. So after my tutorial we head home.

Im not exactly sure what I want, charmander, magmar, or that mythic story bird? Nobody's ever seen that its probably made up, so that one is out.

I decide to walk the beach to think it through.  Its only once you get a starter……

it was a nice day so I took my shoes off and walked right along the beach, half in the water, half out. I was about 15 pros in on my decision to choose charmander, when I stubbed my toe on something hard and tripped. The ground pulled up to my face fast and I ate all the dirt!

I stood up after a brief fit, and wiped my self off. I noticed my only ball was missing. I worked 3 summers to pay for it, so I frantically start my search for it.

It wasent far, it was right in the froth, sitting on the beach, half submerged in water and sand. I go to pick it up, and it shakes.

No! It grabbed a water pokemon!?!? Id been so careless. How could this happen!!??

I silently pray the pokemon breaks free.

Another shake. Can I break it out myself? I decide to try, I reach for the ball in a rush. But I’m to late, it shakes again as my hand touches it, and gives a happy ding.