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C hapter II
It was a fine morning in Farlig Town. Glasorden was getting ready for
his first day at school. As Mr. Mime helped his mother get his things
ready, he wondered what school was like and what the new things were
that he would discover. Were the people nice there? Perhaps he would
even meet new creatures as mysterious and intriguing as Machop and Mr.
Mime.
Since it was Glasorden's first day, his dad walked him the short
distance to the front door. After that, he waved his son good-bye and
Glasorden walked down the hallway to his first classroom. On the way
there, he couldn't help but notice a large picture hanging on the wall.
The setting appeared to be a battle arena, and at the center of the
picture was a young blonde-haired woman in a purple dress. Next to the
woman was a Gengar. On her other side was a young man who appeared to
be holding a Pokédex. They looked like they could be brother and
sister. Next to the man was a redhead girl. She looked cute. They all
seemed pretty happy.
"Come on, Glasorden! You're going to be late for class!"
The kind lady took Glasorden by the arm and led him to his seat. He
found out that school wasn't bad at all-the teacher talked about
counting and showed the students pictures of Pokémon. Glasorden would
try to imitate the pictures with his paper and pencil before the
teacher demanded his attention. She also mentioned something called
English. Glasorden wondered what English was and what it was good for.
It was soon time for lunch. The students got their food from the
counter before sitting down. Glasorden sat down and was about to dig in
when a girl next to him interrupted him.
"Hi! This was the last seat open. Is it okay if I sit here?"
"Yes," Glasorden replied.
"You seem nice. What's your name?"
"Glasorden."
"Nice to meet you. I'm Julia."
"Hey, Julia! Those were some cool pictures, weren't they?"
"Yes, they look like those Pokémon that my mom talks about all the
time."
"I want to know about Pokémon!" Glasorden said.
And sure enough, Glasorden ran back home after school, and his parents
didn't have time to say anything before he shouted, "Teach me about
Pokémon!" His dad pulled him aside. "Pokémon are a whole bunch of
wonderful creatures who are our friends. See Machop over there?" He
pointed to Machop, who was bench-pressing the couch. "Machop is a
Pokémon, and so is Mr. Mime. I bet you there are Pokémon on TV right
now." The two of them looked at what the mother was watching. It was
her favorite gardening show. The man on TV was talking about potted
perennials, but Glasorden wasn't even listening to a word he said. He
looked at the Sunkern, Sunflora, and Roselia who inhabited the garden.
There was a reddish blonde girl about Glasorden's age who could be seen
watering the flowers, but Glasorden was too excited to notice. He
couldn't believe all the stuff he had to tell his friends at school.
The years went by. Glasorden was really interested in whatever was said
about Pokémon, and he learned best when something was presented
in terms of Pokémon-for example, he learned to multiply numbers
through battle multipliers. He enjoyed learning about the many
different species and the seventeen different types. He soon learned
the whole type weakness and resistance chart by heart, and he impressed
his friends by recalling from memory the fact that Psychic decimates
Crobat, and Megahorn is not very effective on Gastly. His friends asked
him for help with "What do I do if..." battle scenarios. One day, Julia
told him, "The other students like you so much, they think you can beat
a Magneton with a Magikarp!" In fact, Glasorden's development was as
rapid as Magikarp evolving into Gyarados.
After these events, Glasorden was still a child, but he seemed more
mature. One day, his father decided to take him for a walk. It was cold
outside, but the two of them were used to it. Glasorden's father said,
"You won't believe how many different species you can find just walking
around like this."
A Swinub appeared right in front of them just after
he said that. Although Glasorden knew a lot about Pokémon, he
never met one in the wild before, so when Swinub approached him, he was
scared. His dad told him not to worry. He said, "Most Pokémon
you meet in the wild are harmless."
Sure enough, Swinub came up and sniffed Glasorden with his nubbed nose. Swinub decided that there was
something to be liked about this person and started investigating his
feet.
"I think you just met your first Pokémon," Glasorden's dad
said. Then he handed his son one of his spare Poké Balls. "Throw
it at Swinub," he whispered.
With an air of confidence, the young
Trainer-to-be threw his first Poké Ball. Swinub put up no
resistance to being caught. After the successful capture, they walked a
little more and then went home. Glasorden was happier than ever because
he was finally a Pokémon Trainer.
Chapter III
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