(When we last left our heroes, they have just graduated from Pokebrains Academy, having to face off against Chetz at the tournament, and winning with a trophy to prove it. Shank was surprised to see
Professor Elm at his front steps, congradulating him in person. He was getting packed up to start his enormous journey. Now our heroes are traveling through Route 29, excited about their new journey, and hoping to catch some wild pokemon.)
"I'm hungry!" I was walking along the grassy plains, trying to ignore the whines of Trever. "Dude, I'm hungry. Can we go back?" "No. We need to work on our survival skills i we're ever going to get good at this. And besides, what happened to all the trail mix you had?" "I ate it all..." I wasn't all that surprised, since Trever was never any good with food. "Fine, you can have some of mine." "I ate all of yours too." I wasn't expecting that. "What the-" I grabbed my bag harshfully, hoping what Trever said wasn't true. I looked inside. No trail mix. "Why did you eat MY trail mix?" "Because I was hungry. Can't we just go back." "No." "Why?" "It's in the guide." "What guide?" I pulled out my junior "Trainer Journeys for Nitwits" from my pocket. I kept flipping pags till I got to the tips. "It says here that Trainers must never turn back if they want to succeed." "Can I see that book?" "Sure." I handed it to Trever, who suddenly ripped it to shreds. I looked down at the million pieces that was once a book. "Great. Now we're going to be lost." "We'll, if we go back, we can get another one." "If you haven't eaten all our food, we wouldn't be in this mess." We started to fight like a couple of bickering Mankeys. We kept snapping against each other, until we saw a Sentret out in the open. We bother turned to each other, looking to see who was going to catch it.
"It's mine." "No, it's mine. I saw it first." We started to fight again, but decided to stop, so we wouldn't scare the wild pokemon away. "Ok, Trever. The only way we're going to decide is to toss this coin." "I call heads!" "Ok... here we go!" I flip the copper coin into the air,watching it land on the grass. We both tilt our heads to see what has landed. "Heads! Yes! Now watch and learn, Shank." I stepped back to see Trever attempt to catch that Sentret. "Ok, Sentret. Prepare to be mine. Come on down, Mareep!" He threw out Mareep, looking fiesty and pumped up. "Use thunder wave!" A lighting wave was coming straight at Sentret, until it quickly dodged and used scratch on Mareep's body. Then is quickl used quick attack, damaged Mareep sme more, and fleed from the battle.
"Nice 'battling', dude." "Shut up. It's not like you could have done better." "I bet I could have. Let's find somwhere to rest." We found a hill to sit down a take a rest. "Cyndaquil, come out." Cyndaquil was looking bashful and ready to sleep. We all turned to Mareep, who looked depessed. Trever became concerned. "What's wrong, Mareep?" "Mareep!" had a feeling what was wrong with it. "Your sad because you couldn't catch the Sentret for me, right?" She nodded he head. "It wasn't your fault. We just need to work on our stradegies, that's all." "Yeah, Mareep. Everyone isn't perfect, you know?" Cyndaquil came close to Mareep, trying to cheer her up. Mareep grew a small smile. While we al tried to chill, a rattata appeared in sight. Me and Trever went at it again, fighting who was going to get the pokemon. I looked over to Mareep, who looked determined to catch this pokemon. Rattata started to run away, and Mareep decided not to lose it. "Mareep,where are you going?" Mareep left far enough to be ut of our sight. "What are we still doing here? Let's catch her!"
We crossed over the many patches of grass in this route. We got pecked by some pidgeys, scratched by some sentrets, but it was easy to scare them away with Cyndaquil at my side. We look everywhere, but we still couldn't find Mareep. We saw from a distance, Mareep facng off against the rattata. Rattata used tackle and kept running. Eventually the two pokemon ended up in front of an open gate. "I can't believe it." I looked up at the title of the school. Brawlfist Academy. "So this is where it's located." I brought Trever down to hid in nearby bushes. "Will you zip it? If they found out Pokebrain kids were here, who knows wat the could do to us?" "You just worry too much. Now if you'll excuse me, I got to get Mareep back. He jumped out of the bushes, trying to tame his pokemon. "Come here, Mareep. I don't need a rattata." Mareep was ust about to obey until rattata used tail whip in her face, and got her irritated. Rattata ran through the gates, and Mareep followed. "Mareep, no!" Trever suddenly chased after her. "Terver, what are you doing?" I just couldn't let him go alone. I looked at Cyndaquil, who seem confused about the whole situation. "I don't know how this is going to turn out. Lets go help them." "Cyndaquil!" We ran out of my hiding hole and went after them.
Trever caught Mareep around the corner, as she tried to struggle out of his hands. "Mareep, forget rattata! Let's just go." Soon, Mareep did calm down, and forgot why she was all figitive. Cyndaquil suddenly turned around, becoming alert. "Cyndaqil, what's wrong?" He tried to point out the problem. I saw someone coming close to us. "Excuse me, gentlemen." We both got scared, afraid to turn around. "I said excuse me!" We quickly turned the other direction, looking at a suited man, with wild hair picking out. Neither of us wanted to talk, but we had no choice. We were deep in their lair, so their was no way we could get out of this easily. "Hello?" "Yes, sir?" "Do you go to this school?" "No, sir. We just-" "Then why are you here?" This guy raised his voice in a heartbeat. "We just needed to get our Mareep back. That's all." He looked across the side of the building, then back to us. "Looks to me as if you guys were stealing that pokemon from the inventory." "No. That's not true." "Listen, punks! I'm the dean of this school, and I won't allow theiving." He pulled out a walkie-talkie. "Yeah, I'm going to need back-up. I got some thieves in my hands." In a couple of seconds, The dean's goons showed up. They grabbed me, Trever, and our pokemon. They carried us to the gate and threw us out, all except Mareep. "I'm putting this pokemon back where it came from. Have a good day, boys." "NO!" Trever tried to run back for what rightfully belonged to him, but the gates closed shut, and we were locked out from the outside. "Aw, man! How am I going to get Mareep back?" "Don't worry, dude. I got a plan." "Really?" "No. But let's stay here and figure something out." We sat behind the bush, thinking of brilliant ideas to get Trever's fellow Mareep back in his care.
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