*Lyn*
Fuzzy Plushie of doom
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- Age 32
- Seen Jun 9, 2005
Before I start my Fanfic, I want to say, I've returned. Hopefully for a while, now. My first fanfic, 'Lost Flame', will not be continued unless people actually want it to be finished. If you never read it, you can read it here.
Since I left, all that happened was I turned 13. Big wow.
Well, here's my Fanfic, 'Mew's Aura'. I hope you like it!!
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Chapter One-Friends?
The summer air from outside drifted into my bedroom window. It disturbed me from my writing. I had been writing about Pokemon for a report, but I got up and looked outside instead. It was only noon, but I couldn't see anyone outside playing. Usually Kenny and Julice, my nieghbors would be outside playing tag. But they moved last week. I missed them. Since I was 11, I had babysat them. But now, they were gone.
"Lyn, come down here!" Called my mother from downstairs. I hurried down, where she was chatting with another woman her age, maybe a little older.
"Yeah, mom?" I asked, looking at the lady. She had long wavy blonde hair with small glasses fitted on her head. She was grinning at me now. "Er, not being rude, but who are you?"
The woman shook my hand. "I'm Allison Lagota, I just moved next door with my son, Matt."
"Really? Cool. Is he there now?"
"No, sorry. He went to talk to what's his name..."
"Professor Birch," my mom said, cutting in, "Mrs. Lagota told me that her boy was starting a journey. And he's your age, Lyn! Isn't that great?!"
I nodded. "You know, I take classes from Professor Birch, one-on-one, since I was little. I was planning on getting a Pokemon soon. Maybe I'll stop over there now..."
"Just be home by 9," Mom said. She's always given me a lame curfew time. When I was 12, I had to come in at 7! Thank God I sat her down and told her this was losery. Of course, she had to correct me and say losery wasn't a word. But she agreed.
I ran upstairs to my room. It was a typical teenage room-not. It was filled with books on Pokemon and posters of them, type charts, and games. I was a total freak at middle school. But I left last week, in preperation of my journey. No one made fun of me then, knowing I was going to have strong Pokemon one day. Though it was the Pokemon World, most people really didn't have a huge impact by Pokemon. My computer was on Professor Birch's website, with an E-Mail from him opened. I took my report that was close to done and quickly scribbled a conclusion sentence for it and brought it downstairs.
"Bye, Mom, Mrs. Lagota. See you later!" Outside, I stopped to look around Littleroot Town. The town had several smaller houses, and a few big ones. Mine was normal. Kinda small, since it was just my mom and me. Professor's lab was down the street.
"Hello, Lyn? Going to the lab?" Asked Miss Ladime, someone who lived a few houses down.
I nodded. "I think I'm ready for my first Pokemon," I told her cheerfully.
"Really? Good!" Mostly everyone knew I have been learning about Pokemon since I was 6. Most were dissappointed I declined to start when I was ten. I was still interested in learning more.
At last, I arrived at the huge lab and walked in. An older man, about 30 or so was talking to someone my age. Instantly, I reliezed it must be Matt Lagota.
"Hey, Professor. Got my report done!" I said quickly, walking up to him and the boy.
Professor Birch turned to me. "Ah, yes. Hello, Lyn. I'm glad your done. I can't wait to read this one. I was just talking to Matt. Have you met yet?"
"No, just heard," I replied. I looked at Matt. He had black hair, unlike his mother, and it was spiked up. I figured the color was from his father. He had small grey eyes. He seemed okay-maybe a friend I could make. "Well, I'm Lyn."
"My name's Matt," he said. "So, are you getting a Pokemon, too?"
"I was planning on it." I responded, nodding my head. Maybe we could travel together!
Mr. Birch said just that. "Really? At last, Lyn! Perhaps you both can travel as a team!"
"That sounds cool!" I agreed, "I mean, if you wanna, Matt."
He shrugged. "That's okay with me," Matt turned to Professor Birch. "So, can we get our Pokemon now?"
"Of course! Come right over here!" Excitedly, Professor Birch led us over to a table with Pokeballs, which I knew held Pokemon. "Go ahead, and choose one!"
I scanned the balls, too overjoyed to speak. Today was the day I got my very own Pokemon! Not one of my older brothers, Dustin and Drake, who were both two years older than me. At last, the one at the end of the table seemed to be the one.
"This one..." I began. Picking up the PokeBall, I studied it. A normal red-and-white Pokeball.
Matt chose the center Pokeball. "I bet this one is the best!"
"Only one way to find out," Professor Birch said. "Take a look!"
Both of us threw the Pokeballs, and two Pokemon burst out of a red light. The one from my PokeBall was a blue strange-looking thing. It had unusual orange spikey things on its cheeks and cute little eyes on its face.
"Mud!" It chirped in a male-sounding voice.
Another Pokemon came from Matt's ball. It was green, like a gecko. It had large orange eyes and a dark green tail. It jumped up and down.
"Tree-ko!"
"Ahh...Lyn, that's a Mudkip." Mr. Birch pointed to my new Pokemon. "And Matt, you have a Treeko, there...would you guys like to switch before I register your Pokemon?"
We shook our heads. I liked Mudkip! "No way!" I told him.
"Very well. Congratulations, you two!" Professor Birch hurried to his computer and typed in something quickly. Suddenly, the computer clicked twice, and two papers printed. He then handed them to us. It had a picture of us. That must have been the clicking. Good thing we were both smiling from the joy of having our first Pokemon!
"What is this?" Asked Matt.
"That is your trainer card. Lamination, that is. You put your badges there, see, you put them here-" Professor Birch took my card and pointed to eight squares on the paper, below our pictures. "It also shows your starter and ID number."
"Very nifty!" I smiled. "Thank you so much, Professor Birch! For everything!" He was smiling as well.
Matt nodded. "Alright. We should go to our family before we leave."
As Matt and I left to go home, Professor Birch stopped me. "Lyn, can I have a word for just a second?"
"Um...sure...I'll met you later, kay, Matt?" I walked back over to the Professor.
"Lyn, I remember the day you came here. You were just born. Your mother and father were so happy. They had lived here since they were married, way back when Drake and Dustin were born. When you were just two, you walked in here after getting lost. You learned to talk in this very place. I told you this was a Pokemon lab, and you said it, 'pokemon'.
"You grew, and knew nothing about Pokemon. Your brothers began teaching you about them when they were seven, you were only five. You'd watch battles together in the forest, and on TV. I always knew you'd come right back here, and you did, the next year. You learned a lot here. You grew up here. Everything happened in this lab.
"At last, today, you came here for your first Pokemon. I'm glad you did. You'll make everyone proud. I know it. And I want to give you some advice. I've heard some rumors about a Pokemon known as Mew. It's a playful Pokemon, but you have to watch out as well, okay? It's on TV a lot. If I hear anything else about Mew, I will let you and Matt know as soon as I can."
I stared. I never thought about all that's happened. "T-thanks," I stammered. "I'll come back as much as possible. See you later, Professor."
And with that said, I left the lab, where my whole life had become one. I was a Pokemon trainer! I looked back and smiled. This was my first step in making history.
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I hope that you all liked chapter one! I'd love to hear constructive critism, what you think, rate, all that fun stuff.
Thanks a lot!!
TTY, Lyn
Edited to fix grammer, spelling, ect. If you notice anything I might have skipped, let me know!
Since I left, all that happened was I turned 13. Big wow.
Well, here's my Fanfic, 'Mew's Aura'. I hope you like it!!
---
Chapter One-Friends?
The summer air from outside drifted into my bedroom window. It disturbed me from my writing. I had been writing about Pokemon for a report, but I got up and looked outside instead. It was only noon, but I couldn't see anyone outside playing. Usually Kenny and Julice, my nieghbors would be outside playing tag. But they moved last week. I missed them. Since I was 11, I had babysat them. But now, they were gone.
"Lyn, come down here!" Called my mother from downstairs. I hurried down, where she was chatting with another woman her age, maybe a little older.
"Yeah, mom?" I asked, looking at the lady. She had long wavy blonde hair with small glasses fitted on her head. She was grinning at me now. "Er, not being rude, but who are you?"
The woman shook my hand. "I'm Allison Lagota, I just moved next door with my son, Matt."
"Really? Cool. Is he there now?"
"No, sorry. He went to talk to what's his name..."
"Professor Birch," my mom said, cutting in, "Mrs. Lagota told me that her boy was starting a journey. And he's your age, Lyn! Isn't that great?!"
I nodded. "You know, I take classes from Professor Birch, one-on-one, since I was little. I was planning on getting a Pokemon soon. Maybe I'll stop over there now..."
"Just be home by 9," Mom said. She's always given me a lame curfew time. When I was 12, I had to come in at 7! Thank God I sat her down and told her this was losery. Of course, she had to correct me and say losery wasn't a word. But she agreed.
I ran upstairs to my room. It was a typical teenage room-not. It was filled with books on Pokemon and posters of them, type charts, and games. I was a total freak at middle school. But I left last week, in preperation of my journey. No one made fun of me then, knowing I was going to have strong Pokemon one day. Though it was the Pokemon World, most people really didn't have a huge impact by Pokemon. My computer was on Professor Birch's website, with an E-Mail from him opened. I took my report that was close to done and quickly scribbled a conclusion sentence for it and brought it downstairs.
"Bye, Mom, Mrs. Lagota. See you later!" Outside, I stopped to look around Littleroot Town. The town had several smaller houses, and a few big ones. Mine was normal. Kinda small, since it was just my mom and me. Professor's lab was down the street.
"Hello, Lyn? Going to the lab?" Asked Miss Ladime, someone who lived a few houses down.
I nodded. "I think I'm ready for my first Pokemon," I told her cheerfully.
"Really? Good!" Mostly everyone knew I have been learning about Pokemon since I was 6. Most were dissappointed I declined to start when I was ten. I was still interested in learning more.
At last, I arrived at the huge lab and walked in. An older man, about 30 or so was talking to someone my age. Instantly, I reliezed it must be Matt Lagota.
"Hey, Professor. Got my report done!" I said quickly, walking up to him and the boy.
Professor Birch turned to me. "Ah, yes. Hello, Lyn. I'm glad your done. I can't wait to read this one. I was just talking to Matt. Have you met yet?"
"No, just heard," I replied. I looked at Matt. He had black hair, unlike his mother, and it was spiked up. I figured the color was from his father. He had small grey eyes. He seemed okay-maybe a friend I could make. "Well, I'm Lyn."
"My name's Matt," he said. "So, are you getting a Pokemon, too?"
"I was planning on it." I responded, nodding my head. Maybe we could travel together!
Mr. Birch said just that. "Really? At last, Lyn! Perhaps you both can travel as a team!"
"That sounds cool!" I agreed, "I mean, if you wanna, Matt."
He shrugged. "That's okay with me," Matt turned to Professor Birch. "So, can we get our Pokemon now?"
"Of course! Come right over here!" Excitedly, Professor Birch led us over to a table with Pokeballs, which I knew held Pokemon. "Go ahead, and choose one!"
I scanned the balls, too overjoyed to speak. Today was the day I got my very own Pokemon! Not one of my older brothers, Dustin and Drake, who were both two years older than me. At last, the one at the end of the table seemed to be the one.
"This one..." I began. Picking up the PokeBall, I studied it. A normal red-and-white Pokeball.
Matt chose the center Pokeball. "I bet this one is the best!"
"Only one way to find out," Professor Birch said. "Take a look!"
Both of us threw the Pokeballs, and two Pokemon burst out of a red light. The one from my PokeBall was a blue strange-looking thing. It had unusual orange spikey things on its cheeks and cute little eyes on its face.
"Mud!" It chirped in a male-sounding voice.
Another Pokemon came from Matt's ball. It was green, like a gecko. It had large orange eyes and a dark green tail. It jumped up and down.
"Tree-ko!"
"Ahh...Lyn, that's a Mudkip." Mr. Birch pointed to my new Pokemon. "And Matt, you have a Treeko, there...would you guys like to switch before I register your Pokemon?"
We shook our heads. I liked Mudkip! "No way!" I told him.
"Very well. Congratulations, you two!" Professor Birch hurried to his computer and typed in something quickly. Suddenly, the computer clicked twice, and two papers printed. He then handed them to us. It had a picture of us. That must have been the clicking. Good thing we were both smiling from the joy of having our first Pokemon!
"What is this?" Asked Matt.
"That is your trainer card. Lamination, that is. You put your badges there, see, you put them here-" Professor Birch took my card and pointed to eight squares on the paper, below our pictures. "It also shows your starter and ID number."
"Very nifty!" I smiled. "Thank you so much, Professor Birch! For everything!" He was smiling as well.
Matt nodded. "Alright. We should go to our family before we leave."
As Matt and I left to go home, Professor Birch stopped me. "Lyn, can I have a word for just a second?"
"Um...sure...I'll met you later, kay, Matt?" I walked back over to the Professor.
"Lyn, I remember the day you came here. You were just born. Your mother and father were so happy. They had lived here since they were married, way back when Drake and Dustin were born. When you were just two, you walked in here after getting lost. You learned to talk in this very place. I told you this was a Pokemon lab, and you said it, 'pokemon'.
"You grew, and knew nothing about Pokemon. Your brothers began teaching you about them when they were seven, you were only five. You'd watch battles together in the forest, and on TV. I always knew you'd come right back here, and you did, the next year. You learned a lot here. You grew up here. Everything happened in this lab.
"At last, today, you came here for your first Pokemon. I'm glad you did. You'll make everyone proud. I know it. And I want to give you some advice. I've heard some rumors about a Pokemon known as Mew. It's a playful Pokemon, but you have to watch out as well, okay? It's on TV a lot. If I hear anything else about Mew, I will let you and Matt know as soon as I can."
I stared. I never thought about all that's happened. "T-thanks," I stammered. "I'll come back as much as possible. See you later, Professor."
And with that said, I left the lab, where my whole life had become one. I was a Pokemon trainer! I looked back and smiled. This was my first step in making history.
---
I hope that you all liked chapter one! I'd love to hear constructive critism, what you think, rate, all that fun stuff.
Thanks a lot!!
TTY, Lyn
Edited to fix grammer, spelling, ect. If you notice anything I might have skipped, let me know!
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