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Breezy
March 21st, 2005, 08:00 PM
Hoenn League: A Brendan and May Adventure
Summary: Rly? You can't tell what the story is about by the title? Fine. HLBMA (I acronym it because I'm lazy) is about the characters from Gold and Silver of course! Nah. It is somewhat of a new twist on the Ruby, Sapphire, and Emerald games, featuring the two main protagonists of the games known as Brendan and May. I swear to god it is no coincidence to the title. While it does rely on the game plot of all three of the games, I try to put my own spin on scenarios so it's not just a boring "game in 'fic version."

Rating: PG (K+ fiction rating) for mild language, minor violence (non-graphic), and some sexual jokey jokes. ;P
Genre: Adventure/Humor
Disclaimer: Pokemon and all related characters do not belong to the author.

Latest Chapter Posted July 10, 2009

The Adventure Begins! (http://www.pokecommunity.com/showpost.php?p=4843392&postcount=9)

Chapter Index

1) The New Girl
2) The Adventure Begins (http://www.pokecommunity.com/showpost.php?p=4843392&postcount=9)

Yes, I'm posting it here. Be quiet. >=( Lol. This is so I have a reason to re-read my work and to keep on revising. It also gives new readers a chance to read without being overwhelmed with the gigantic length. Then you can see why I keep calling it delightful crap. =D

Enjoy!

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The New Girl

There was something strange about this place. For one, it smelled horribly like mothballs – no, wet mothballs wrapped in wet trash. Another, it was dark. Cracks of sunlight peeped their way in from the corners of the small, cold room, but it wasn't bright enough for the girl to see her gloved hand a few inches away from her face. Darn that mother of hers. Darn her and her, “It'll be an adventure, May! You'll love riding in the back of a moving truck!”

Her mother was wrong.

There was no use complaining about it, though. She had bigger things to worry about. For example, one thing would be not emptying her digested breakfast all over the cardboard boxes that contained her family's items.

Wobbling a bit like a drunk at a party, the poor mess of a girl stumbled toward a wooden crate pushed up against the cold, metal wall and plopped down on top of it, doubling over to hold her head, hoping it would help alleviate the queasiness in her stomach. And it did, she supposed, until the moving truck sharply turned, and she, along with several boxes, careened roughly into the wall opposite of her. She then groaned, twitching in pain.

Luckily, the moving truck shuddered to a stop, the motor coughing and sputtering before turning off. She could hear heavy footsteps outside as her ears were still pressed up against the wall. Peeling herself off, rubbing the side of her face as the back door of the moving truck rattled open, she hissed like a riled up meowth from the sudden bombardment of sunlight, shielding her eyes.

“Oh, sweet suicune! The light! It burns!” she cried, exaggerating of course. Climbing over some boxes, almost falling over in the process, the girl managed to make her way down the ramp of the truck where a sweet, warm wind greeted her. She then looked down at the machoke, its gray muscles bulging as it lifted several boxes in its hand, its snout blowing out air from all the weight.

“So this is Hoenn, huh?” she asked more to herself, though the being next to her nodded. “I guess it's not ... too bad. Definitely no Goldenrod.”

The girl's epiphany was interrupted when a lady opened the oak door of the home the moving truck was parked next to. Her bright, blue eyes, the same color as the flustered girl's, shone brighter as she ran toward the girl, her arms open wide, her dark brown, curly hair flying behind her. “May!” the older woman greeted warmly, hugging the bewildered girl, her yellow, summer dress floating around her.

“Um ... hi, Mom,” muttered the girl known as May, patting the older woman awkwardly on the back before releasing herself from her vice-like grasp.

May's mom, Caroline, didn't release the girl from her grasp, though. She held onto her forearms and stepped back, evaluating her daughter's appearance. “You look ... dirty. And I just got you these clothes, too,” she remarked with disdain, releasing the girl's arms to clean her up. She pulled down on May's red and black collared t-shirt to rid it of wrinkles before lightly slapping the black material of the girl's shorts to rid them of dust. “Your hair is such a mess too. What kind of fourteen year old girl are you?” Using her fingers as a comb, Caroline brushed the shoulder length brown locks of her daughter, trying to rid them of her tangles before the girl pulled away, frustrated.

“Mom!” May whined, running her own hands through her hair. Her fingers then made her way to the red and white bandanna that covered the top of her hair, adjusting it so it was centered on her head. “I'm fine!”

“Oh, don't get so flustered, May. I'm just trying to make you look presentable, that's all. First impressions mean everything!” Caroline crossed her arms and looked up a bit to admire the modest two story home. The light brown paint of the house made it seem welcoming and warm. Large, clear windows filtered sunlight, making them gleam. Each home on the quaint street had a red shingle roof complete with a tall chimney and a well manicured lawn, the grass as green as it could be. It was every couple's dream home. “It's nice, isn't it?”

May also looked up and sighed. “Couldn't we live in, like, a city or something? What exactly is there to do around here?”

Caroline either didn't hear her daughter or chose to ignore her, too enthralled with the beauty of her new home. That or the poor woman had answered May's questions several times already. May's father recently had been offered a job to be gym leader at Petalburg City in the small, island region of Hoenn, and the only homes that were in their price range was in the sleepy town of Littleroot. “Let's go inside!” she remarked perkily as she pushed May lightly into the house with her hand.

May staggered over the threshold of the door, her black and red sneakers squeaking across the wood floorboards, but she quickly regained balance. The house her mom bought came furnished, so a black leather sofa sat on a plushy, red rug. The television pushed up against the wall was blaring the Hoenn news. May turned her head a bit to where the kitchen was, noticing that a couple of machokes were moving the refrigerator so another could set up the polished kitchen table complete with four chairs.

“You know you get your own room this time,” Caroline said tauntingly, nudging May in the arm while smiling sneakily. “An actual room, too. Not that cramped up washing machine room that we had back in our apartment that you so 'desperately needed.'” She shook her head fondly, remembering the day her daughter crossed the threshold from innocent child to grumpy teenager.

The girl merely shrugged, not entirely convinced that she liked her new home. “I guess that's cool,” she murmured, crossing her arms.

Caroline nudged her daughter further into the home. “Well, go check it out and make sure everything is there. I made sure the machokes furnished your room first so you could take a nap if you wanted. Dad also gave you a clock. I'm not too sure why as your old one was fine ...” She trailed off, smiling a bit. “It was still thoughtful, though.”

“I guess ...” May shrugged and sidestepped past a machoke carrying a heavy crate, walking toward the carpeted stairs. Upstairs was a narrow hallway, also carpeted with the same red fabric from the staircase, and the girl peeked her head into each individual room, trying to find her own. Seeing her familiar bed complete with fluffy white pillow and a pink bedspread decorated with dancing pokémon in the room at the end of the hallway, May entered, greeted by sunlight pouring into the open window. She took a deep breath, whiffing in the sweet wind as she walked further in. She turned around slowly, doing as her mother said. Her small television was setup in the corner, its screen dusty, and then noticed the computer that sat on her desk, just as dusty as the television. She then let out a small squeal, noticing her yellow fanny pack on the table. She was afraid she left it back in Johto, but surely enough, it had someway found its way here (she supposed her mother had something to do with it). She zipped it open and checked its contents. Ribbons, hairbrushes, and combs. Everything was neatly in place.

Grabbing it off the table and swinging the bag to clip it around her hips, she noticed she knocked a half-empty bottle of pokémon potion to the floor. She sighed; it was yet another attempt by her father to find some interest in traveling as a pokémon trainer. While May absolutely adored pokémon, being the daughter of a newly appointed gym leader and all, she had no desire to travel. Getting dirty and lost sounded disgusting. Her complaints didn't stop her father from trying to persuade her to travel anyway, and he often left random pokéballs and other items around for May to find ever since the day she turned ten, the official age a trainer could own a pokémon. Annoyed a bit, May nevertheless took the bait and quickly bagged the potion into her bag. She suppose it could have some use if she encountered an injured pokémon.

May turned toward the open door of her room, when she noticed the shiny, round clock on the wall. Again, heeding her mother's advice, she adjusted the time so it matched up with Hoenn's. She then ran down the hallway and down the stairs, her footsteps rattling the railing. She quickly emerged downstairs and turned her head toward the television, hearing the end of a newscast and noticing her dad's face fade from the screen.

“Dad was on T.V.?” she asked as the next show came on.

“Yeah, but we missed it,” Caroline answered sadly from her position on the couch, but she smiled all the same as if her face were always pulled by hooks like a fish. “I suppose it doesn't really matter; we know all about your father. Anyway, that somehow reminds me that our neighbors are friends of Dad's! The Birch's, or something like that. You might remember them when they visited Johto a long time ago, though you were about four or five. Ah, you and their adorable little son played so nicely together.”

May raised an eyebrow. “Son? As in a boy?”

Caroline smirked a bit. “Yes, son as in a boy. There are boys outside of Johto, you know. Why don't you meet them? I'd go with you, but I want to make sure the machoke don't break anything ... Anything valuable anyway.” She gave the side eye to a couple of machokes that were fighting over a boxes of rattling dishes, sighing.

“Well, okay, Mom,” May replied. “I guess I'll see you later.” Brushing past a couple of boxes stacked near the front door, she walked outside, flattening the clover green grass underneath her feet. Since her house was on the corner, the only house that the Birch's home could be was the one directly to the right. She shrugged, walking past the fence of her home and toward the concrete sidewalk and the home next door. Surely enough, May bent over a bit to examine her neighbor's mailbox that was etched with “The Birch's” in silver. She then looked up to examine their home. It was an exact replica of her own except the paint job was a darker brown and a rose garden was underneath the windows of the first floor.

May walked down the dirt path and toward the door of the Birch's home, the door painted a dark green. She rapped her knuckles hard against the door, not once, not twice, but three times. No answer. Her hand found its way toward the brass doorknob of the front door to see if it was unlocked, finding that it was. She hesitated, blinking a few times. People in her apartment complex back in Johto never locked their doors during the day since they all knew each other well, but this was Hoenn, and Hoenn might be completely different. But her mother would be mad if she returned without meeting them.

With a strange logic that decided that her fear of her mother's wrath trumped her fear of strangers, May opened the door and peeked her head inside. “Heeellllooo?” she greeted, her voice echoing. She then pushed the door open wider though decided against entering the home until someone greeted her back.

May heard thumping like someone was racing down the stairs, and sure enough, a lady wearing a pair of faded denims and a red tee-shirt ran down and greeted May, gasping for breath. Her hair was tied up in a high ponytail, her warm, dark red eyes looking at May as she placed her hands on her hips. “Hello,” she replied with a smile. “I'm sorry about not answering the door. I was just helping my son pack for his journey.” Her eyes swept over May's appearance. “You remind me of someone ... You wouldn't happen to be Caroline's daughter, would you?”

“Er, yeah,” May answered slowly, smiling back to be polite, extending her hand. “My name is May.”

“That's it. I remember when you were a cute little toddler back in Johto. You grew up to look like a younger version of your mother.” The lady laughed lightly, shaking May's hand. “I doubt you remember me, though. I'm Professor Birch's wife, Mrs. Birch.” She moved a bit and welcomed May in with a gesture of her hand. “Come on in!”

May nodded and entered as Mrs. Birch closed the door behind her, darting over toward the table to tidy up the papers that were littered over it. “I apologize for the mess. My husband likes to come home and just throw all his work wherever he can!” She laughed again as May looked around. “Anyway, you must meet my son. Brendan!” she shouted. No response.

The girl hummed to herself and rocked back and forth on the balls of her feet as the woman continued to call up the stairs for her son.

“For latios' – Brendan! Come meet your new neighbor!” Mrs. Birch put her hands on her hips and tapped her foot impatiently, glaring at the staircase. “Brendan Birch, if you don't come down here right now–”

“I'm busy!” an angry voice from upstairs shouted back.

Mrs. Birch sighed, giving up. “He's starting his journey soon,” she remarked. “He's been a bit lonely since there aren't many kids here around his age, so he spend much of his time helping his dad with research. His father finally convinced him that he didn't need his help researching around here anymore and to start his own adventure.” She absentmindedly motioned her hand toward the staircase. “Anyway, why don't you go upstairs and meet him instead?”

There was something awkward about bursting into a room to greet some guy, but May did as Mrs. Birch suggested anyway, climbing the long passage to the second story and entered the only open room on the second story. She stood at the doorway and noticed a boy no older than her hunched over a backpack, shoving items into it, and she pushed the door open, walking in slowly, the boy unaware of her presence. She peered over his shoulder.

“Bag full, pokémon healed,” May heard him mutter to himself. The boy then turned around, feeling someone breathe against the nape of his neck. He jumped a bit, startled, though not afraid. “What the – hi! Who are you?” the mysterious boy asked, holding out his hand for a handshake.

“Oh! Um, hi! I'm May, your new next door neighbor.” May shook his hand in return. She inspected this strange boy while exchanging greetings. He was a few inches taller than she was, making him around five foot eight. His eyes were a ruby red and his tousled, snow-white hair was covered in a black and red bandanna – Hoenn Colors. Also exclaiming his Hoenn Pride was his outfit, a black tee-shirt with red stripes at the sleeves. His pants were also black but the ends were red and yellow. One pokéball was clipped on his belt.

“So you're the gym leader's kid, huh?” he remarked thoughtfully, turning around a bit to zip up his one-strap yellow backpack. He swung it around his shoulder and smiled smugly. “My dad told me that some gym leader's kid would be moving in soon, though I thought you would be a boy. Boys do make better trainers after all.”

May gaped. “Are you saying girls can't train pokémon?” she asked crossly.

The boy shrugged, amused. “Hmm ... Yeah, I suppose. It's true, isn't it? I mean, look at you.” His eyes swept over her appearance, noticing that her fanny pack had no pokéballs clipped to it. “You're the gym leader's kid and my you're my age I think, yet you have no pokémon?” He pointed toward the pokéball on his belt. “At least I have one. What's your excuse?”

May frowned, astonished by the boy's attitude, crossing her arms. “You know what? I am so getting a pokémon, and when I do, I'm gonna beat you soooo bad that–”

“Okay, okay. I'm sorry! I was just messing with you!” He put his arms up in surrender sort of way, smiling innocently. “I can even catch you a pokémon now if you want – oh, wait.” He snapped his fingers like he were disappointed. “Sorry, but I can't right now. I have to help my dad with some last minute research. See you later!" He brushed past her and headed out of the room. He then returned, peeping his head around the corner to add, “And I doubt you could beat me.”

May huffed, blowing up her bangs, flustered. “He's a weird, weird boy,” she thought out loud. “But what the hell is his name? He never did tell me ... Brendan was it?”

Since May no longer has a reason to stay, she went downstairs, said goodbye to Mrs. Birch, and left, observing the rest of the town, walking along the sidewalk. For awhile there was nothing by row upon row of houses, but soon she noticed a taller, more extravagant building with tall windows, solar panels on the roof and satellites pointing in all directions. She could only assume this was the lab of Professor Birch, husband of Mrs. Birch and father to that sexist boy she just met. With a slight shrug, she made her way to the lab and stepped on the mat, the automated glass doors opening for her. She was surrounded by the whirring of machines and the buzzing of computers, but no one seemed to be inside except for some lonely scientist hunched over his desk, his hair greasy and the frames of his glasses slipping off the bridge of his nose.

May walked over toward the scientist and said, “Excuse me, sir? Are you the professor?”

The scientist looked up from his paperwork and let out a hardy laugh. “Me? The professor? No, I'm just his assistant. Professor Birch went to do some field work. He was never the type to sit down and do paperwork. He should be back later if you need to speak to him.”

“Okay, thanks.” May waved good-bye to the assistant and jogged out the door, the wind greeting her again. “Fieldwork?” she mumbled to herself, walking further down the sidewalk. She soon reached the edge of town where civilization seemed to end, the concrete sidewalk merging with the dusty road. She heard birds chirp and creatures in trees rustle. “Well, I guess I should turn back–”

A loud scream interrupted her as she saw a little boy flail his arms in the air, panicking. “Help!” he squeaked, his voice dry. “The professor's in trouble!”

“So you just ditched him? Nice,” May muttered sarcastically to herself. She then looked around, noticing that no one else was around except for her and the helpless little boy. “Well, I guess I have to help now.” With that statement said, May ran down the route, passing by an old, worn down sign that said “Route 101.” She huffed for breath, the long grass tangling up around her bare legs, but she managed to find a middle-aged man running around in circles not too far away from the entrance to Littleroot. His long, white lab coat flapped behind him as he was being chased by a small, wolf-like pokémon with crimson red eyes and a black and gray fur coat. There was something funny about this picture. The man was sturdy built and muscular, yet he was afraid of some puny puppy that probably was all bark with no bite.

“Help!” the man yelled, continuing to in circles to avoid the pokémon.

“Aw, but it's so cute,” she cooed, noticing that the pokémon was a mere puppy. She shook her head to rid herself of her “cutesy wutsey” thoughts and looked at the professor. “How?” she asked.

“See that bag over there?” The man pointed toward a yellow backpack. “It contains two pokéballs! Use one of them!” he shouted as he backed into a tree slowly, the canine pokémon advancing on him.

“Oh, all right then.” May shrugged and ran over to the bag, bending over a bit to open it. The bag then toppled over from all the weight, spilling out two glossy pokéballs. She ran a fingertip across the shiny surface of both balls before plucking one from the ground. She then enlarged the ball in her hand by pressing the button in the middle, reeling her arm back and releasing the ball from her grasp. “Go ... whoever you are!”

The red and white ball broke as soon as it hit the ground, and a small, delicate chick pokémon popped out. She ruffled her reddish-orange and yellow feathers, one of her sharp talons digging into the ground. The yellow feathers that stuck out on the top of her head swayed in the delicate wind. She glared at the barking poochyena who turned around to face her, but her threatening look only upped her cute factor.

“Torchic!” the chick pokémon cried, her eyes narrowing.

May had learned a lot from her dad: Attacks, type advantage, and other things, but all her knowledge seemed to drain away now that she was in an actual battle. “Use your Scratch!” May half commanded, half guessed, noticing that the chick had sharp claws.

Torchic ran and hopped into the air, using one of her claws on the poochyena, scratching at its face. The poochyena howled in pain and snarled, angry. Torchic stepped back a bit, her feathers ruffling in a nervous manner.

“You can do it, Torchic!” May called out, assuming that was what the chick's name was. “Use another Scratch!”

“Chic!” Torchic chirped cheekily and ran a bit, clawing into poochyena's flesh. The poor poochyena howled in pain and ran away quickly, its howls fading the further it ran.

Wiping at his brow, the professor sighed in relief, stepping away from the tree to thank May. “Thank you ... uh–”

“May,” May finished for him as she returned the torchic in a beam of red light. She then gathered up all the contents that spilled out of the professor's bag and handed it back to him.

“May?” the professor said her name slowly and thoughtfully as he took the bag and swung it over his shoulder. “Oh, yes. You're Norman's daughter, aren't you? Hi, I'm Professor Birch. Nice to meet you!” He shook her hand.

“Likewise.” May smiled cheerfully while shaking his hand back.

“Anyway, let's go back to my lab to talk. We don't want to be attacked by another random pokémon, now do we?”

May laughed again. “All right. Let's go.”

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Back in the lab, both professor and girl had a discussion. The professor sat at his desk, spilling out the contents of his backpack before catching the two pokéballs in them with his free hand. He then looked up to where May stood on the opposite end of his desk.

“May, I think you have what it takes to be a great pokémon trainer,” the professor said as put one of the balls down and fiddled with the other between two of his fingers. He couldn't contain his grin, almost like he were planning something. “I saw you battle that poochyena with ease. Amazing ... just like your dad.”

“I just kept using the same attack. No biggie,” May pointed out, smiling while rubbing the back of her neck nervously.

“Still ...” the professor trailed off. “I notice that my torchic liked you from the start. She's pretty stubborn and doesn't always like to listen, yet she seemed to take your orders without a second thought. I feel that she will continue to grow and like you even more if you had her as a starter pokémon.” He stared down at the pokéball in his hand before handing it over to May.

May, bewildered, looked at the pokéball in Professor Birch's hand, the ball shining in the florescent light. She then sighed. “My dad set you up to this, didn't he?”

Professor Birch raised an eyebrow and smirked. “What do you mean by that?”

“Ever since I turned ten, he's been trying to get me a pokémon and travel, but I told him I didn't want to. It just doesn't sound ... appealing to me, especially if I have to travel alone. It's not like I can't or anything. I passed the tests and even have my license. It's just ... I don't know. I guess I'm kind of afraid of doing it alone.”

“I can honestly say that your dad and I didn't plan on anything, though he does call me to ask how he can persuade you to travel.” He laughed a bit, his arm still outstretched to give her the ball. “That being said though, I'm not saying you have to travel if you don't want to. Torchic obviously likes you, and I think she'd be happy with you. The other trainer I was suppose to give her to found her too difficult to handle.”

May sighed again, taking the ball in her hand reluctantly. “So I don't have to travel right away? I can just keep her as a pet for now?”

“Yeah, of course. You travel when you're ready.”

The girl enlarged the ball in her hand. “Then I would love to have her. Thanks!” May smiled wider and pressed the button again, releasing the creature within. The torchic landed on the floor and ruffled her feathers again, looking up and blinking her wide, brown eyes at May, cheeping.

The professor smiled as May bent down to pick up the torchic, hugging her and nuzzling the top of the torchic's head with her chin. “Yes, well, my son, Brendan–”

May interrupted him. “Is your son that white-haired kid with the Hoenn color pride going on?”

“Why, yes. Yes it is.”

“Oh, I met him! Never told me his name though.”

“Yes, he can be rather ... ignorant sometimes. But he will and can teach you the ropes of pokémon training if you ask him–” He held up a finger to stop May from arguing with him. “I know, you have no interesting in being a trainer. It's still a good skill to learn though just in case you do need encounter another wild pokémon that is tougher than that poochyena. He told me he was heading toward Route 103, looking for pokémon right now, getting their data. That's why he traveling in the first place. That and the fact that he wants to be pokémon champion.”

“Isn't that almost every boy's dream?” May rolled her eyes but then smiled as she heard her torchic chirp cheerfully. “All right, Professor. I'll go ask him for some pointers. See you later!” She exited the lab with Torchic happily flapping her wings as she carried her. “Route 103 ... That's only a few minutes from here I figure,” she said to herself as her torchic peeped again. She began to walk past Oldale Town, another quaint town much like Littleroot, and started walking up toward the route where Brendan was at. She then found Brendan staring at a tree, watching him scribble in a notebook, his red eyes wide. “I knew he was weird,” she murmured.

“I heard that!” Brendan turned around to face her, an angry look plastered on his face, making May freeze in her spot. “So, what do you want?” he asked cheekily. May knew that this boy has a cocky side.

“Your dad told me to ask you to teach me the ropes of pokémon training,” May answered as she placed Torchic on the ground. The chick pokémon began to jump up and down in one spot, full of energy.

“Haha, funny.” Brendan laughed, shoving his notepad into his backpack and crossing his arms. “Let's see if you were telling the truth!” Reaching down to his belt, he picked up the lone pokéball and enlarged it to the size of an orange. He released the pokémon that was with held in it. “Go, Mudkip!”

In a blaze of white light and dark blue sparkles, a pokémon popped out and growled excitedly as he slapped his blue tail against his small, blue body. His face has two orange spots where his face cheeks were and an orange thing (which is the only way May could describe it) stuck out from the top of his head like Torchic's yellow feathers. His four paws dug at the ground as he lowered his head, ready to pulverize the chick pokémon.

May scratched her head, confused. “Whatcha doing?” she asked idiotically seeing as she never had been in a pokémon battle before.

Brendan slapped his head in frustration. “It's a pokémon battle, stupid!”

May glared at the white-haired boy. “Stupid? I'm not stupid! But they say it is contagious. Go, Torchic, but stay as far away as you can from Brendan over there! You might catch his stupid!” Torchic nodded and chirped cheekily as she jumped out and took a battle stance.

“Mudkip, start off with Mudslap attack!” Brendan ordered, flustered by May's taunt. The mudkip dipped his tail into some dirt and flung it at the torchic, growling.

“Careful, Torchic! Ground attack are super effective on fire types,” May warned the pokémon, her knowledge of pokemon kicking in. Torchic heeded her warning and easily evaded the attack by jumping up into the air, flapping her short wings.

“Good!” May cheered. “Try using your Growl!”

“Counter it with Tail Wag, Mudkip!”

Torchic chirped cutely and Mudkip wagged his tail cutely. May awed at the cute, playful face that danced across the mudkip's face as he wagged his tail while Brendan smiled at the high-pitched little peeps that the torchic squeaked when she jumped up and down. The attacks seemed to be useless as both trainers seemed to be under the spell of both pokemons' cuteness.

“Tackle it, Torchic!” May commanded, pointing a finger at Mudkip. Torchic cheered, jumping in the air a few times and ramming Mudkip full on with her head, sending them both skidding on the ground. Torchic hopped off and landed gracefully on both feet.

"Hey! A torchic can't learn tackle!” Brendan shouted angrily. He then turned toward his mudkip and looked at him worriedly as he groggily got back on all fours. "Are you all right, Mudkip?" Brendan asked with concern.

“Kip!" Mudkip cried, nodding, angry.

“What's there to learn? Tackle is just ramming your opponent with your head!" May retorted smartly, crossing her arms while blowing up her bangs.

Brendan only huffed. “Let's show 'em who's boss! Tackle right back!”

Mudkip charged at Torchic and rammed her with his own head, this time the mudkip on top and the torchic on the bottom. Torchic's head collided sickeningly into the base of a tree. Mudkip got up, cheering triumphantly while Torchic laid still on the outer roots of the tree, breathing heavily.

“Hang in there, Torchic! Finish him with Scratch!” May commanded, smirking, getting more enthralled with the battle, her hands balled up into fists.

“Chic!” Torchic ran toward Mudkip and scratched it hard with her claws. Mudkip roared – despite the fact that it did sound adorable – in agony falling over and fainting, swirls in his eyes.

“Mudkip!” Brendan cried, concerned, picking up his fallen pokémon and cradling the being in his arms. The mudkip sighed a bit, going limp in his trainer's arms as fatigue overcame him.

“Sorry, Brendan,” May apologized, picking up her pokémon too. She then mentally slapped herself; she didn't have to apologize for winning.

“It's all right. I just need to go to a pokémon center to heal him up ...” Brendan replied, down-fallen by his defeat. He began to trudge slowly to Oldale Town, scratching his mudkip's head comfortingly. “You better get back to the lab ... Tell my dad that you won.”

“Wait up!” May shouted, but he still kept walking forward, hopping down the ledge toward the quaint town. “Do we think we hurt his ego?” May asked the torchic on the ground, sighing. “He did tell me that boys made better trainers, even though it's obviously not true.” The two began their descent toward Oldale as well, the torchic flapping her wings happily.

The torchic merely flapped her wings again and chirped her name in response. “Maybe, but that's boys for ya!” May's pokémon replied cheekily, blinking her eyes twice to look innocent.

“Hold up.” May stopped in her tracks, her eyes wide, and picked up the torchic and eyed it inquisitively. “Wait, you can talk?”

“Depends what you mean by that,” the torchic giggled. “It's a special bond between trainer and pokémon. While I'm not speaking in um ... whatever language you humans speak in, we can still understand each other!”

“Oh, right. My dad told me about that. Then how come some trainers don't understand their pokemon? I read it in a journal once.”

Torchic chirped again as if she didn't know, and May laughed, walking back toward Littleroot, kind of perturbed by the fact that she understood her pokémon. On the way there, they found Brendan by the entrance of Oldale Town, an eccentric Mudkip playfully snarling and biting at his heels.

“Finally, slowpoke!” Brendan yelled, smirking at his joke.

May shook her head but smiled sweetly. “I've known you for an hour, but it feels like that I've known you for years with all this name calling.”

Brendan ran his fingers through his hair. “I'm not the shy type if you can tell."

“Yeah, you're more of the smart-aleck type huh?”

“Whatever, girl.”

“The name is May!”

“Does it look like I care? I have to meet my dad.”

“Okay, okay. No need to get your whitey tidies in a twist!”

“I don't wear whitey tidies! I wear–”

“Big boy undies?”

“Haha, funny. Hysterical really,” Brendan replied back sarcastically, rolling his eyes, unaware that they made it past the “wild” of the path between Oldale and Littleroot. “Hey, we're here already. That was fast.” Brendan walked toward his dad's lab, scooping up his mudkip in the process while May followed quickly at his heels, still hugging her torchic close to her chest. The automated doors of the laboratory opened for them again, and the two were greeted by the buzzing of machinery and the typing of a computer's keyboard.

“Hey, Dad!” Brendan shouted, his voice rebounding throughout the room as the two crossed the tile flooring of the lab. “I'm back!”

“Hey, Brendan and May! Did you two have a battle?” Professor Birch asked curiously as he threw the paperwork he was working on over his shoulder. The papers were sucked in by the fan, but he merely shrugged, not fazed by it, like he wanted it to happen.

“Yeah,” Brendan grumbled, rolling his eyes and scowling.

“He's just mad 'cause he lost,” May added happily, squeezing Torchic a bit, making the chick chirp.

The professor chuckled. “I told you that you would make a great trainer, May.”

May smiled. “I guess battling wasn't that bad ...”

Professor Birch stood up from his chair and pressed his hands against the cold metal of his desk, leaning into it so he could peer at the two young trainers. “You know, Brendan, I know you wanted to make a new friend so he or she could travel with you on your journey.”

Brendan raised an eyebrow. “So?”

“So May is your age, isn't she?”

“What?” Brendan looked back and forth between the girl hugging her torchic and his smirking dad. “Dad, you can't be serious! You want me to travel with ... her?”

May looked at the bewildered Brendan and scoffed. “Oh no, no, no, Professor! You told me I wouldn't have to travel yet! You told me I could just keep this torchic as a pet!”

Professor Birch tried to calm down the rioting Brendan and the disgruntled May. “Let's think about it,” he began as May huffed and Brendan avoided his eye contact. “May, you told me that what put you off from starting your own journey was you being alone. Obviously traveling with Brendan would alleviate that problem. And Brendan, she's your friend, isn't she? She can travel with you!”

“She's not my friend,” Brendan murmured, causing the girl next to him glare at his turned head.

“I'd think it would be good if you two traveled together throughout the Hoenn region. In fact, I asked both your moms and they think it's a great idea.”

“No! You're lying!” Brendan and May exclaimed in unison.

“The pokémon world is vast and dangerous,” the professor added, rubbing his chin. “You never know when you two might need to bail each other out of situations. I wish I got to travel with someone like you two but ...” he trailed off as he went down a trip on memory lane.

“But–” the two trainers argued, interrupting Professor Birch's thoughts.

“No ifs, ands, or buts,” the professor cut them off firmly. “You two better pack up and start your journey!”

Asura Nirosuki
March 21st, 2005, 08:06 PM
Plz.That is world best and you know it!A demand:Do more!

Hawk of the North
March 22nd, 2005, 03:21 PM
I wouldn't go so far as to call it bad... it could use improvement in a couple of places, but bad? No.

Avegaille
May 13th, 2005, 10:52 PM
Not another thread! Breezy! When I get my hands on you! -_-;;;;;;;

You had another one of this right? I think it's best if you kept track of your threads, okay?

Sequoia
May 21st, 2005, 09:53 PM
...how many threads for this does she have??

Avegaille
May 21st, 2005, 10:18 PM
...how many threads for this does she have??

Um, last tiem i checked, it was two threads, and she said she's not going to post anymore of HLBMA here in PC but in sppf instead....

Phoenix Riley
May 22nd, 2005, 01:46 AM
Breezy its really good *hands out cookie*

Post more chaps

Avegaille
May 22nd, 2005, 04:35 PM
......... I wish Breezy would continue or post more of it here at least......

Breezy
July 10th, 2009, 07:37 PM
Yes, I'm actually gonna start reposting this crap here ... again ... x 2 (and yeah, I have no idea why there were two of these. I was fail literate when in 2005). The explanation was added in the first post. D: Er, to the reason why I started posting this. Why I'm fail literate is something that even I don't understand. Enjoy!

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The Adventure Begins!

Brendan paced in front of the new girl trainer impatiently, hands in his pockets, waiting for her to tie her running shoes. What was taking her so long? Did she tie her hands in the bows or something? Well, she did look like an idiot when he first met her, and the fact that she didn't know what a pokémon battle was didn't help her look like a genius either. Girls ... All they know about is shopping and being mad once a month for some strange reason that he did not dare question.

“May! Hurry up! It's bad enough we have to travel together!” Brendan finally shouted, staring impatiently at the bandanna-wearing girl. “It's not like you're slow enough already! Sheesh! By the time we get to be OLDale town, I'll be OLD!”

“Geez, sorry.” May rolled her blue eyes. “I just can't tie these stupid running shoes!” She hassled with the black and white laces, her fingers fumbling but was finally able to tie them all the same in the end. “Besides, you already have the hair color for an old person. No need to rush.” She stood up, brushing the dirt off her pants. “Let's go, gramps!”

“Finally!” Brendan replied, picking up his faithful mudkip. “Did you just call me gramps?”

May ignored his question, admiring her new shoes by raising her foot up a bit. “So how so you get these things to work anyway?”

Brendan shrugged as he pulled out a crinkled piece of paper from his pocket to read the instructions. “Hmm ...” he said, trailing off, his eyes narrowing a bit as he read. “Well it says to push the 'b' button whatever that–”

May interrupted him as she began to poke him at his shoulder repeatedly, giggling a bit.

Brendan was annoyed by this girl already, and it's only been two hours. How was he suppose to live though this? “Do you mind if I ask why the heck you are poking me for?” he shouted, raising his free hand in the air before pushing the girl's arm away, his eye twitching.

May smiled sheepishly and dragged her right foot in a circle, her hands behind her back to look innocent. She looked down, trying to suppress her giggles. “Well, your name starts with a b, and it said to push its buttons–”

“On the shoes!” Brendan yelled, steaming.

“Wow, you're very easy to annoy,” May observed, placing a finger on her chin. “It's going to be fun traveling with you!” she remarked happily, jumping around a bit. She then stopped, sighing. “Fun, fun, fun! I think I put too much maple syrup on my pancakes today.”

“Yeah, I noticed,” Brendan replied in an angry voice as he shook his head. “Latios, how am I suppose to travel with you for almost a year? You're already beginning to piss me off.”

“Let's get the show on the road!” May cried cheerfully, ignoring Brendan's last statement, skipping down the road, Torchic happily hopping behind.

The white-haired trainer shook his head and shoved his hands in his pockets, following the crazy girl and her torchic. At least Mudkip wasn't as stupid as she was ... hopefully anyway.

Brendan and May began to walk up the Route 101, enjoying the gentle breeze that swayed through the path. Thick oak trees bordered the dirt road, their roots bending and twisting in front of them. The sun smiled happily upon them, and the sky deep blue and cloudless. A raccoon-like pokemon ran across the path in front of them, stopping to stare at the bewildered duo, before scurrying away.

“Hey, when do you think we're going to reach a gym?” May asked curiously as the two began to walk again once the raccoon pokemon, known as a zigzagoon as Brendan told her, was out of sight. “Is there one in Oldale Town that I didn't see or something?”

Brendan closed his eyes for a second, a peaceful look sketched on his face as he thought. “I know there's not a gym in Oldale Town – just yet anyway – but Petalburg is nearby. That gym is pretty tough, though, so you need at least four badges to battle with the leader there,” he answered, remembering the gym leader's test he took a few months ago in pokémon school.

May smiled brightly. “That's my dad's gym! That's why we moved here in the first place!”

“Is that a good thing or bad thing?”

“What is?”

“Moving here.”

“Well, it's been cool so far, so yeah, it's a good thing.” She then added, “So far,” with a slight smirk.

Brendan smiled as they made there way to Oldale Town, an old-fashioned town that lived up to its name with its wooden porches and its thriving elderly community. At least this girl didn't seemed annoyed with him yet.

“We should stop for supplies and things like that,” May pointed out as she looked at the blue roof of the Pokémart. “You never know when you're going to need a potion or an extra pokéball!”

“Yeah, good idea,” Brendan agreed, opening the Pokémart door for May. “Ladies first.”

“Then why aren't you going in before me?” May sneered. “Sorry, I couldn't help it! You totally set yourself up for that one.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Brendan grumbled and went inside after May went in.

A little while later, they emerged from the store, backpacks and fanny packs bulging from all the needed equipment for their journey.

“Man, I'm already low on cash,” Brendan complained, looking at the emptiness of his black leather wallet. He then put it in his back pocket, sighing.

“Yeah, but at least we get money for beating other trainers at battling,” May pointed out, patting her stuff bag. “And we can add our money together if we're both too poor or something.”

“That's true,” he muttered as the two turned west and walked toward another open path. This path was nearly identical to the one that separated Oldale and Littleroot except it was dotted with puddles and there was a small pond with splashing pokémon in it. There were a few rookie trainers, much like Brendan and May, hunched over in the grass, observing footprints to see if they could find a pokemon to catch. “I just hope we get to battle soon. There's a urge in me that's telling me to battle soon or I'll blow up!”

“I never seen a person blow up before ...” May said thoughtfully, perching her peeing Torchic on her shoulder. She then stopped in her tracks, looking at the boy who stopped because she did. “Okay, let's wait for a bit. I want to see.”

Brendan rolled his eyes as he turned around to face the girl. “It's a figure of speech. Like 'I'm so hungry I could eat a horse.'”

“I don't care. Blow up,” May replied simply, crossing her arms and smirking.

“No! Make me!” the boy taunted back.

“Don't make this difficult. Just do it.”

“I don't even know how to blow up. Demonstrate for me, and then I'll do it.”

“If I blew up myself – which I don't know how to by the way – then why would I ask for you to do it and comment that I've never seen a person blow up?”

“I ... don't know?”

Unknown to the two bickering rookie trainers, a young boy, a few years younger than the duo, crept up behind them, his bare legs getting scratched up by the long, itchy grass. He turned his baseball cap around so his bangs poked out from the hole in the back, his white shirt dirty with grass stains. He then raised his arms, his fingers outstretched and his palms flat, before reaching and grabbing the two trainers' shoulders, shaking them while yelling, “I LIKE SHORTS!”

“Holy crap – this person is not my parent!” screeched Brendan, turning his head to see who ambushed him. He then looked down at glared at the laughing eleven year old. “Haha. Funny, you pipsqueak.” He brushed the younger trainer's hand off his shoulder. “What's with you and your obsession with shorts?”

“Really? I like shorts too!” May said cheerfully, ignoring the disgruntled Brendan and commenting on the young trainer's statement. “They make my legs feel so free!”

“Yeah!” the young trainer agreed cheerfully, nodding frantically. “They're so comfy and easy to wear!”

“I totally agree!”

The eleven year old smiled at May then turned toward Brendan. “Who is this girl? I like her.”

Brendan sighed and began the introductions. “May, this is Joey, one of my old neighbors. He left a few days ago to start his journey, though I'm not sure why he's still in this area.” He smiled sheepishly as Joey glared at him. “Joey, this is May. May is tagging along with me during my journey–”

“Excuse me?” interrupted May, poking Brendan in the arm. “Tagging along? No, no, Brendan. You're lucky to even have me come with you.”

“Me? Lucky? Please, Miss 'I'm afraid of being alone.' You're the lucky one to have someone so strong and brave watch out for you.”

“Really? I have someone strong and brave watching out for me?” May looked around mockingly. “I don't see him, Brendan. Where is he?”

“Listen here, girl–”

“For the LAST time, you jerk, my name is May! May Maple! As in the month and in the tree. No, my name isn't 'girl,' and no, my name isn't 'stupid.' So get it right!”

The two continued to argue (again) until Joey, rubbing the back of neck nervously as he watched the verbal tennis match, asked, “You want to battle, Brendan? For old times sake?” he asked, pulling out a pokéball from his pocket and throwing it up in the air, catching it soon after.

“No way, Joey! I saw them first!” A girl around Brendan's and May's age appeared, her ebony-black hair braided into two long strands. A white t-shirt clung tightly to her body, and she placed her hands on her hips where Brendan's eyes trailed, noticing the ridiculously short length of her black miniskirt. Instead of being annoyed with the boy's lingering eyes, she winked at him as she marched up to Joey. “You always get to challenge people! It's my turn!”

Joey rolled his eyes, spinning his pokéball on his index finger. “Please, Sarah. I do not.”

“Uh huh!

“Nuh huh!”

Brendan rubbed the back of his head, stopping his argument with May. “It's nice to see you again, Sarah,” he remarked in hopes of stopping the fight. “What brings you around these parts again? Didn't you leave a few weeks ago?”

Sarah turned her head to look at Brendan and smiled sweetly. “Oh, you know. Just wanted to make sure widdle Joey here started his journey okay.” She took Joey's hat off his head and rubbed his hair annoyingly before recapping him despite the younger boy's complaints. “And maybe, just maybe, I hoped I would see you again. I'm lucky.”

May snorted as she looked shiftily to the side, causing both Brendan and Sarah to look at her. “Anyway, who is this Brendan?” she asked, not addressing May.

“May,” she answered for Brendan coolly, staring Sarah straight in the eye.

“May ...” Sarah repeated, blinking a few times. “Ah. And are you traveling with Brendan, May?”

She shrugged. “I suppose,” May answered. “Unfortunately.”

Then there was silence as the two girls glared at each other, one boy scratching his head in confusion and the other coughing to himself.

“Awkwarddd,” said Joey in a singsong voice. “Anyway, what about my battle, Brendan?”

Sarah huffed again. “Joey! Let me fight him! I haven't fought in so long.”

“How about you let me fight you, Joey, since you've already battled Brendan before, I think,” May suggested, looking at the younger boy. “Brendan can fight Sarah 'for old times sake.'”

The two other trainers looked at each other another and nodded. “Fine,” they stated in unison.

“Kay, but me and you are first! You two can watch!” Joey said smugly. “Go, Zigzagoon!” Joey threw the Pokéball that was enclosed in his fist. The ball opened, releasing a brown, striped raccoon-like being, similar to the one that Brendan and May encountered on their path to Oldale. He was busy gnawing at his claw.

“Ziggy!” the young raccoon pokémon cried.

May smiled and picked off the twittering chick off her shoulder, placing her on the floor. “Let's go, Torchic!”

“Chic!” Torchic chirped and faced Zigzagoon, clawing at the ground, the same determined look in her eye like when she battled that poochyena.

“Zigzagoon, use your Tackle attack!” Joey commanded, pointing at the torchic. Zigzagoon nodded and ran swiftly at Torchic, tackling her at her left side with his head. Torchic groaned as she skidded back a few feet, using her talons to stop herself. She then chirped, ruffling her feathers.

“Hang in there, Torchic!” May said. “Try using Scratch!”

Torchic obeyed and chirped cheerfully again. She ran over, peeping as she did so, and scratched Zigazagoon's face hard with a mighty sweep of her claw. Zigzagoon moaned, trying to touch his face with a short fore paw, the scratch on his face turning a bright red.

“You can do it, Ziggy! Try Tackle again!” Joey encouraged his pokémon.

“Use your Tackle too, Torchic!” May countered, replying to her opponent's attack.

The two Pokémon ran at each other and collided at the head with a sick and rough thud. Torchic was dazed a little bit, shaking her head to clear her blurred vision but Ziggy stumbled around a little like he had an inner ear infection. He then fell onto his side, exhausted.

Joey gaped, pulling out Ziggy's pokeball. “Zizagoon, return,” the young trainer recalled his Pokémon in a beam of red light. “You did great, Ziggy! You deserve a nice rest!” He looked up toward May. “That was a good battle! You're a great trainer!”

May smiled and picked up Torchic at the same time. “Thanks! You're not so bad a trainer yourself!”

Sarah pushed Joey aside so she could stand near the empty clearing where the battle could take place. “Kay, enough of this peace treaty,” Sarah exclaimed impatiently. “Let's battle, Brendy-poo; I want to see how well you've been raising that adorable little mudkip of yours.”

May snorted as Joey held back a laugh. “Brendy-poo?” she murmured between giggles, covering part of her mouth with a gloved hand.

Brendan ignored the giggling girl, smiling cockily. “You got it! Go, Mudkip!” He pointed toward Mudkip who immediately jumped out and onto the battlefield, a smug smile plastered on his face just like his trainer's, slapping his tail against the ground.

“Let's do this! Go, Taillow!” Sarah released a small swallow-looking Pokémon from the ball she had clutched in her hand. The ball spiraled and hit the floor, releasing a small flying type. The bird immediately took flight, ruffling her navy blue feathers and puffing out the white feathers on her chest. She flew circles around Sarah's head, awaiting orders. “Start things off with your Growl!”

Taillow let out a small, yet cute, chirp from her small, yellow beak that made Mudkip howl in protest but made all three trainers (besides Joey who gagged) coo simultaneously.

“C'mon, Mudkip!” Brendan cheered, pumping his pokemon up. “Use your Tackle!”

Mudkip stopped twitching from the taillow's growl and ran at Taillow at full speed, jumping up. The taillow merely smirked and flew up higher, chirping mockingly at the growling water type.

Sarah smiled tauntingly. “My little Taillow is too fast for your mudkip!”

Brendan growled in frustration. Hundreds of thoughts from previous battles he have seen began to race through his head. After a few seconds, he began to grin despite the fact that Sarah had the upper-hand in this battle. “Mudkip, use Mudslap!” he commanded while snapping his fingers.

Mudkip dipped his long blue tail into a small patch of dirt and flicked it up, sending it toward Taillow. The taillow merely took the hit, groaning at the sharp rocks that pelted her body, but she seemed unharmed.

Sarah sneered at Brendan's stupidity. “Ground attacks don't have any effect on flying types, silly!”

Brendan only laughed lightly at Sarah's confidence, flicking the white bangs that teased his forehead. “Mudslap not only attacks a foe, but it does much more. Look around.”

Sarah looked up at her bird who was also looking around confused, a thick cloud of dust surrounding her. “Oh no! Taillow can't see! Hurry, Taillow! Try and blow the dust away with your wings!”

The boy reacted fast though. “Don't let her, Mudkip! Use Tackle!” Brendan ordered.

Mudkip jumped into the dust cloud and knocked the taillow out of it, sending them both hurtling toward the ground. Mudkip landed on top, pinning down the poor bird's wings. The taillow twitched and tried to get out of the mudkip's grasp but soon found herself too tired to do so.

“All right, Mudkip!” Brendan cheered while Mudkip ran toward his trainer, flipped over, and grinned merrily.

“Return, Taillow!” Sarah returned her fallen pokémon. “You did awesome!” She then turned to address Brendan, smiling cutely again. “You're only getting better, Brendy-poo. I can't wait to see how you do in the league at the end of the year. I mean, I never expect you to use a Mudslap to your advantage like that.”

“Expect the unexpected, as I always say,” Brendan stated, getting on his knees, scratching Mudkip's head, making him purr in delight. May stifled a laugh by coughing at the boy's corniness, again rolling her eyes to the side, and Brendan rubbed the back of his head, smiling awkwardly. “Uh ... right.”

Sarah pulled Joey next to her much to his dismay. “Well, c'mon, Joey. Let's go heal our pokemon. Hope to see you later, cutie!”

“Ew, you called Brendan cute?” Joey made a face and stuck out a tongue as Sarah dragged her away. “Girls! Bye, Brendan and May!” He waved at them, May waving back and Brendan looking a bit dazed.

Brendan felt woozy. “Heh, bye,” he replied two minute too late.

“Bye!” May waved off to them and then smiled smugly at Brendan when they were out of sight, nudging him with her elbow.

“What?” Brendan asked, confused, snapping out of her daze.

“You like her, don'tcha?”

“What? No!”

“Yeah, whatever. C'mon!” May sneered and walked away toward Petalburg. “We're almost at Petalburg!”

Brendan stared at her back, his mouth wide open. “Hey! Wait up!”

“Hurry up, 'Brendy-poo!'” The girl laughed, skipping down the road, her torchic on her heels.

Brendan sighed and shook his head, laughing. “You think what you want to think, May Maple.”

¡Chucho!
July 10th, 2009, 08:16 PM
Hey, I was going to post the crazy review shtuff on Serebii, but I might as well do it here because it's easier.

Yay, first chapter. Fun times.

She had bigger things to worry about. For example one thing would be, such as not emptying her digested breakfast all over the cardboard boxes that contained her family's items.
It's still a little bit wordy, but I can't think of what.

Wobbling a bit like a drunk at a party, the poor mess of a girl She stumbled toward a wooden crate pushed up against the cold, metal wall and plopped down on top of it, doubling over to hold her head, hoping it would help alleviate the queasiness in her stomach.

I crossed out the simile, since you already used the verb stumbled, and it doesn't seem as if this girl is in the mood to party.

And it did, she supposed, until the moving truck sharply turned, and she, along with several boxes, careened roughly into the wall opposite of her. She then groaned, twitching in pain.
I searched up this word, and boxes can't walk. I am confused.

Luckily, the moving truck shuddered to a stop, the motor coughing and sputtering before turning off. The motor coughed and sputtered before shuddering to a stop. She could hear heard heavy footsteps outside as her ears were still pressed up against the wall.

She peeled herself off, rubbing the side of her face as the back door of the moving truck rattled open, and she hissed from the sudden bombardment of sunlight, shielding her eyes.
This means she was peeling and rubbing simultaneously even though I think you mean sequentially. And then I realized the truck scene could be omitted and just hinted at without changing anything. I am slow. D: But, anyway, this is important because it's like tl;dr and stuff. I already know you omitted whole chapters, but I have no ideas which ones. Perhaps they were funny. I wouldn't know. Moving on.

“Oh, sweet suicune! The light! It burns!” she cried, exaggerating of course. Climbing over some boxes, almost stumbling in the process, the girl managed to make her way down the ramp of the truck where a sweet, warm wind greeted her. She then looked down at the machoke, its gray muscles bulging as it lifted lifting several boxes in its hand, its snout blowing out air breathing heavily from all the weight.

“So this is Hoenn, huh?” she asked more to herself, though the being next to her nodded. “I guess it's not ... too bad. Definitely no Goldenrod that's for sure.”
If it's obvious enough that you think of putting "of course", don't put it.

The girl's epiphany was interrupted when A lady opened the oak door of the home the moving truck was parked next to. Her bright, blue eyes, the same color as the flustered girl's, shone brighter as she ran toward the girl, her arms open wide, her dark brown, curly hair flying behind her. “May!” the older woman greeted warmly, hugging the bewildered girl, her yellow, summer dress floating around her.
OH MAH GAWSH, MAY IS BUDDHA wow
By the way, I recommend describing the color instead of stating the color itself. Dull, bright, pale, dark. Stuff like that.

“Um ... hi, Mom,” muttered the girl known as May, patting the older woman her mother awkwardly on the back before releasing herself from her vice-like grasp.

May's mom, Caroline, didn't release the girl from her grasp, though. She held onto her forearms and stepped back, evaluating her daughter's appearance. “You look ... dirty. And I just got you these clothes, too,” she remarked with disdain, releasing the girl's arms to clean her up. She pulled down on May's red and black collared t-shirt to rid it of wrinkles before lightly slapping the black material of the girl's shorts to rid them of dust. “Your hair is such a mess too. What kind of fourteen year old girl teenager are you?” Using her fingers as a comb, Caroline brushed the shoulder length tried to untangle her daughter's brown locks with her fingers of her daughter, trying to rid them of her tangles before but the girl May pulled away, frustrated.

So, May escaped, but she didn't escape? @_@ I also don't like the phrase "remarked with disdain" for some reason.

“Mom!” May whined, running her own hands through her hair. Her fingers then made her way to the red and white bandanna that covered the top of her hair, adjusting it so it was She centered the bandanna on her head. “I'm fine!”

“Oh, don't get so flustered, May.; I'm just trying to make you look presentable, that's all. First impressions mean everything!” Caroline crossed her arms and looked up a bit to admire the modest two story home. The light brown coat of paint of the house made it seem welcoming and warm. Large, clear windows gleamed as they filtered sunlight, making them gleam. Each home on the quaint street had a red shingle roof complete with a tall chimney and a well manicured lawn, the grass as green as it could be. It was every couple's dream home. “It's nice, isn't it?”

And then I always lose interest in reviewing before I lose interest in reading. I'll finish this some other day, I swear! D: