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So, you're here to hear a new tale. Well, finally, THE AUTHOR CAN BE HERSELF AND REVERT TO FIRST PERSON FOR ONCE!! And that's because, this is my story. This story is different to that you've read of. This story focuses on my adventure in the Pokemon world, because every trainer you fight as you travel through the routes has their own story to tell, but you rarely get to hear their story because you're too busy gloating your victory or giving them money as you rush to the nearest Pokemon centre hoping to heal everyone before it's too late. But, that's the honest truth. And here you are, about to read my story. So let's hop on into it. Time for a tangent. Don't comfy on one subject, I'll be hopping to different ones like a Lotad in a flower patch.
So, I live in a region different to most others. I live in the Nuholani region. Most people call it Nuhola cause 'classic Nuhola, am I right mate?' Yeah, nobody in Nuholani says that, guys. We really don't. Also, it isn't shrimp we're flipping on the barbie. They're called prawns and they're confirmed to be a rare, non Pokemon species. Sorry, got carried away there. But our Pokemon and education systems are EXTREMELY different to almost every other region there is.
We go into a classroom and learn the history of Pokathelons and previous region champions and, as part of our cultural history units, Matilda (more on that later on in the story). We go into a classroom and analyse the Mathamatics behind the catch rate of certain pokeballs. We go into a classroom and sketch our favourite Pokemon. We go into a classroom and write speeches about why we should stop harvesting Slowpoke tails (or something like that). We got into a classroom and research, like Professors, the science behind a Pokemon with two or more forms or Mega Evolution or Z Powers. We go into a classroom and research terms and fractions about the Geography of other regions. Did you know the technical term for a chain of islands, using the example of 'Alola', is an Archipelago?
Needless to say, education systems in other regions aren't like ours. They get to learn about the Pokemon they're about to go and catch but for us... NOPE. Also, the traditions in Nuholani are very different in comparison to most other regions. Nuholani is a big place and is separated into gym territories (unless you're NT, which has two gyms). My territory is QLD, founded by the gym leader in Brisbane. I can't tell where we stand on the scale of strongest territories, but for as long as I can remember, NSW and QLD's gym leaders have been at each other's throats. They have battles annually. It even gets broadcasted in live TV and almost always, QLD wins. But my Dad came from NSW originally and has trained me to root for Sydney instead of Brisbane. Blue not Maroon, OK?
Along with that, the wonderful Nuholan capital is Canberra, the harbour of the fabulous Elite Four league.
... ALSO, WE DONT HAVE A LOT OF MOTOR TRANSPORT AND IT SUCKS CAUSE ITS REALLY HOT HERE AND, BITCH, I DONT HAVE TIME TO WASTE MY ENERGY ON WALKING TO SCHOOL EVERYDAY... and yeah, it's extremely hot here. You risk heatstroke when you go on camps.
Got carried away there, anyway, the tradition of first Pokemon... Damn. When you turn ten, you are told you can go for one of two options. You can opt for an Ultra Ball and catch the first Pokemon you encounter in the tall grasses, or you can travel to meet Professor Acacia down in Perth (home of the WN gym) and get your first Pokemon from him. I know him personally too! And, even though nobody cares, I opted for the Ultra Ball and caught a Growlithe, which I named Grillby (remember him. He's an important guy here).
I live in a secluded town in the middle of nowhere called Boonalee. We have barely any resources out here: two Pokemon centres (one only down the road from my house), a plethora of dangerous snake Pokemon to catch (if one bites you, go to the Pokemon centre. Now) and some mini gyms to train in (we've labeled the three here in town the gyms of Instinct, Mystic and Valour and whichever you go to... you can't got to any other one for the life of you). That's just about it...
My best friend is Astrid Rivers. She's short and blonde and one of the most adorable people I've ever met, but she isn't one to be trifled with. She owns the Mystic Gym at the Graffiti tunnel and has a Pokemon sanctuary in a giant tree. A giant tree. That's right. She's really tough, her average level Pokemon coming to a high 73. That's impressive for someone who's only 14. I don't like the concept of keeping my Pokemon in 'The PC', so I send all of my Pokemon to that sanctuary. We share it as a home for our Pokemon.
My neighbourhood is full of weird Pokemon. Our next door neighbours have multiple dog Pokemon, most notably a Lycanroc that's constantly in Midday form and never stops barking and a Rockruff. They have more dogs than that, but I can't be sure which ones. The other next door neighbours have two others as well, but we can't be bothered with them. There are almost always Boxaroos and snake Pokemon in the front garden.
Wait... I'm missing something... Family! My family! Look, they won't seem like they're important for... Most of everything to be honest, but I should tell you anyway. I have two sisters. The oldest one moved out of our house with her best friend to hopefully start a Uni course in our closest major city. My other sister was still living with us when this story starts, but soon she moved out with her lover. My grandma is a lovely little old lady who swears like a sailor, but has a good fashion sense. Mum is a typist who works from home and is... Very strict. Most of my adventure had some unseen hindrance by her, but I somehow managed. Then there's Dad, a grunt for Team Noble who specialises in the Air Force. His job takes him all over, so he's not home much and uh... I don't get along with him the best. As the youngest, he doesn't really get me. Plus he was mostly around for my sisters, but his job started getting obnoxious about when I came around, so he never really got to know me at all. Anyway, Team Noble is a military force for Nuholani, but...
I wish that was all.
Anyway, I go to Boonalee State High School. My school has been its own thing for a while now and while we aren't allowed to catch Pokemon on grounds, that didn't stop us from interacting with our Pokemon. And it's because of this interaction, that I got into this whole mess I'm about to tell you.
Who knew that just having some fun at lunchtime could cause a chain reaction. Such a reaction that I was named a holder of something huge, fought something even bigger, multiple times and ended up saving the world. Multiple times. It gets harsh. But just remember this; it's always sunny in Nuholani.