Just to let you all know, tyranitar_dude has agreed to be the Group B leader.
Anyway, here is my story (lol, it's probably way to long):
Scott stared out over the sea. He had lived his entire life, 15 years, on a chain of islands out in some no man?s land. The people out here were usually very simple, and lived life for the simple purpose of living life. They get up one morning, do their daily work, and then go to bed, ready for the next day. Scott turned and began to walk along the beach. The island he lived on was known as Scatter Island. Only once or twice a month had he been off this island. Looking the other way, he could see in the distance the other side of the island, where storm clouds were beginning to make their way over to Scatter Island. Scott shook his head. Life living on this island was peaceful, if nothing else. He was content here, but always enjoyed spending a night in the forests of Direct Island. A gust of wind quickly brushed along the beach, immediately followed by a wave crashing down on the beach in front of Scott. A wingull flew by, startled by the gust of wind. Scott pulled an empty pokeball out of his belt. His parents had given him this for his 15?Th birthday. If only it contained one of the many creatures that could be found in this world. He shook his head once again, and turned back to the house, waiting for tomorrow, when he could once again ride the ferry to Direct Island.
Next day, when he got off the ferry, and stepped onto Direct Island, he immediately noticed the gym building that used to be there was missing. Along with the rest of his family, he walked up the steep hill into the city on Direct Island. He pointed out that the gym was missing, and wondered what happened to the Gym Leader. A Zigzagoon darted along the path, happily searching out everything it could. Its trainer soon caught up with it, and returned it to its pokeball. Scott noticed a black form prowling along the treetops nearby. The ghost of some, long lost pokemon had lived in the forest for ages. Scott had met this pokemon briefly before, and wanted to see if it remembered him. As he walked through the trees, he noticed a Weedle gnawing on a leaf. As he approached Shuppet, the ghost pokemon he had met before, it darted away and then beckoned him to follow.
Shuppet settled on a large rock, and stared at Scott blankly. Then, a Nincada crawled out from the brush. Scott was not surprised to see one of these pokemon. They were rare in the forest here, but liked the area around the nearby cave. The ferry?s boarding call for Azalea town, Johto could be heard in the distance. Scott had always wanted to go to Johto, but his parents couldn?t afford to let him go anywhere. This was an unbelievable opportunity; the ferry rarely left the Direct Island chain for free.
Scott knew that he would need his own pokemon if he was going to go anywhere except back home, so he decided that the he would offer the pokeball to Nincada. Scott took out his one and only pokeball, and opened it for Nincada. It didn?t seem to mind the pokeball. In fact, it seemed to readily exept it. It crawled into the pokeball, and diapered from veiw. Shuppet turned, and looked at the sky a small passenger plane could be seen in the distance. Shuppet turned back, and called a small, shuupet-like goodbye. It then floated off into the distance, lost from sight.
Scott turned around and walked back towards the city. He knew in an hour or so, he would leave the islands, and everyone he knew. He told his parents of his idea, thinking that it must be a bit of a rushed idea. He was old enough that his parents didn?t mind him leaving on a journey, but it had to be debated for a few minuets. After much thought, they decided that he could go.
It was strange, just leaving like that, but he knew he would be back some day. Some day after he had become a pokemon master. He boarded the ferry, and then released Nincada.
?You all headed to Azalea Town?? The Capitan asked
The passengers all replied with a yes, and the ferry left dock. It was a fast ferry, so the Direct Island Chain quickly disapered into the distance. But before it disapered, Scott got a mental picture of the scene. Nincada didn?t seem to mind its pokeball, almost like it had wanted to be caught. Scott then sat back, and watched the water fly by the windows of the ferry for the next few hours.