I did write this fic before but I stopped and all my ideas were gone so I decided to write it again
Pokemon: The Sinnoh Adventure! Chapter One: The Bet Is On!
The Sinnoh region is widely inhabited by Pokemon of many species like every other country around it. Unlike the other countries Sinnoh is basically one big landmass with three major lakes. The Sinnoh region is divided in half by a large mountain. If a person decides to, at the age of twelve anyone can set out on a Pokemon journey. Most set out to become Pokemon Master. Others want to be a Master Pokemon Coordinator and others just like being out with their faithful campaions. All Trainers start out with one of the region’s starter Pokemon that they get from a Pokemon Professor. The Sinnoh region’s Professor was Professor Rowan, who happened to be getting the Pokemon for the three new Trainers coming in the next day.
“Are you ready for tomorrow?” asked a boy who seemed to be near the age of twelve.
“Of course I am,” replied another boy of the same age.
These two boys were Jyharri Ahmed and Noe Sagredo, two boys from Twinleaf Town who were about to become Trainers. Jyharri wore a red, button-up shirt with a black undershirt and blue jeans. He has black spiky hair and he always wears an official Pokemon League hat, and Jyharri never goes anywhere with his white and blue tennis shoes. Noe has similar attire. There are differences, but they are very little. His jacket is green, and he doesn’t wear a hat. Noe’s hair is a brownish-blonde and is always worn down.
“Do you know which one you’re going to choose?” asked Jyharri
“Can you remind me which ones there are that we can pick again?” Noe asked after thinking for a bit.
Jyharri just gave a little chuckle and began explaining the Pokemon they can choose in the Sinnoh region.
“There’s Chimchar, the fire type,” started Jyharri, “It’s basically a monkey, but it can use fire type moves. Also instead of a tail Chimchar has a fireball on its backside.”
“That’s cool.” Noe commented.
“Then there’s Piplup, the water type. Piplup looks like a baby penguin because, well it basically is. And last but not least is Turtwig, the grass type. Turtwig is a turtle with a plant coming out of its head.”
Jyharri took a breath as he finished explaining the starter Pokemon. Noe had started thinking about what Pokemon he wanted.
“I think I’ll go with, no.” Noe said after awhile.
“Well you have all day to think about it.” Jyharri pointed out.
“You’re right,” said Noe, “I’ll think about it tonight.”
“Whatever you choose I’ll be able to beat you,” said a voice.
Noe and Jyharri looked around for the source of the voice and they found a girl who wore a black tank top with a bandana, which had a white pokeball on it, a pink skirt, and black and pink shoes.
“I am going to beat you both without having to put on new lip gloss” the girl said.
“If it isn’t Kristi, the biggest snob in Twinleaf Town,” Noe said coolly.
“I’m also the smartest out of our graduating class.” Kristi added just as cool.
“Now guys, can’t we just get along until tomorrow?” pleaded Jyharri.
“Why tomorrow?” Noe asked.
“Tomorrow we all will be official Pokemon Trainers and then you two can battle each other until the Miltank come home.”
“You’re right,” said Kristi. “How about tomorrow at noon on Route 201?”
“What do you want me there for?” Noe asked trying to follow what was going on.
“I’m challenging you to a battle you dimwit!”
“Oh!” Noe exclaimed, finally understanding. “I accept your challenge, and whoever loses has to buy the other lunch.”
“Deal,” Kristi said.
They shook on it confirming the bet that would be fulfilled the next day.
“You’re on snob,” Noe said through a smile.
“Can’t wait to beat you dumbbell,” replied Kristi.
“Why you little….” Noe started
Jyharri really wasn’t paying much attention to his squabbling friends, but he was thinking about what Pokemon he would pick. They all seemed wonderful to him, but he could only choose one. He knew this was going to be a hard choice. When he finally came back down to Earth he started to hear his friends calling each other names, he wouldn’t dare repeat, when Jyharri heard,
“Jyharri! It’s six’ o clock! Time for you to come home!”
It was his mother calling him in. After all, he did have a big day ahead of him.
“I’ll be there in a minute!” Jyharri yelled back to his mother.
“Guys I got to go,” Jyharri told his chattering allies.
“Well, see you tomorrow,” Noe and Kristi in unison.
Jyharri walked to his house to find his mom waiting outside.
“Hi Mom.” Jyharri greeted her.
“Excited about tomorrow?” she asked him.
“You bet I am.” Jyharri assured her.
“Well, whatever you decide I want you to know I will always be cheering for you.”
Jyharri smiled, went inside to find the nice, familiar look of his front room. His house was fairly smaller then the other houses in the neighborhood, but Jyharri liked it. He started to go towards the stairs when he stopped to look at his families’ photos. The first one had his mom in it with a Charmeleon on a stage accepting a big trophy. His mom had won the Kanto grand festival. The next photo had a boy that looked a lot like Jyharri in it. It was his father, who had won the Hoen Pokemon League. Jyharri never really knew his father. All he knew was that he was a boy from Johto that had lost the Silver Conference, and he ended up going to Hoen and winning that League. The last thing Jyharri’s mom told him about his father was that he also came to Kanto to challenge the Gyms and try his luck in the Indigo League. While traveling he met his mother and decided to give up on the Indigo League to come to Sinnoh and have a family. When Jyharri was two years old, his dad was called back to Johto on a classified trip. He hasn’t come back or even called to check up on Jyharri and his mother. The last photo was of Jyharri when he was little. He seemed to be happy and straight forward. Now he is always sarcastic and sometimes has to lie to get out of problems. After looking at all the photos he just went straight to his room and set his Chatot alarm clock for 8’ o clock so that he would be ready for the biggest day of his young life.