The_Dracos_45
your girlfriend look like my mom
Wonderful little Nuvema Town.
It was a quaint little town, overlooking the sea to the south and surrounded by trees. It wasn't entirely small: some may want you to believe there was only three houses and Professor Juniper's lab, but that wouldn't be much of a town then, would it? It was actually much bigger than that, home to at least a dozen different families. One of them being the Kygurn family.
Harris was the youngest in his family, but that didn't slow him down any. He was a stubborn kid, and usually ended up in some kind of trouble. Either it be pranking the neighbors or trying to chase wild Pokémon, he was always doing something. And now his 11th birthday was approaching soon: the day he would go to the professor and receive his first Pokémon. He was ecstatic for it, and he couldn't wait to start his journey to become a Trainer.
On this particular morning, it was the day before he turned 11, and a few days before his friend reached of age, too. Harris ran out of his house, his long black hair pulled into a ponytail and trailing behind him like a Ghost type. He darted down the small dirt roads and ran by neighbors before he reached his destination. Hurriedly he knocked on the door, bouncing on the balls of his feet with excitement.
"Vicente! Come on, come outside! Our big days are coming soon, let's make the most of what we can before we leave!" The boy said excitedly. The spring wind blew past him, playing with his ponytail.
It was a quaint little town, overlooking the sea to the south and surrounded by trees. It wasn't entirely small: some may want you to believe there was only three houses and Professor Juniper's lab, but that wouldn't be much of a town then, would it? It was actually much bigger than that, home to at least a dozen different families. One of them being the Kygurn family.
Harris was the youngest in his family, but that didn't slow him down any. He was a stubborn kid, and usually ended up in some kind of trouble. Either it be pranking the neighbors or trying to chase wild Pokémon, he was always doing something. And now his 11th birthday was approaching soon: the day he would go to the professor and receive his first Pokémon. He was ecstatic for it, and he couldn't wait to start his journey to become a Trainer.
On this particular morning, it was the day before he turned 11, and a few days before his friend reached of age, too. Harris ran out of his house, his long black hair pulled into a ponytail and trailing behind him like a Ghost type. He darted down the small dirt roads and ran by neighbors before he reached his destination. Hurriedly he knocked on the door, bouncing on the balls of his feet with excitement.
"Vicente! Come on, come outside! Our big days are coming soon, let's make the most of what we can before we leave!" The boy said excitedly. The spring wind blew past him, playing with his ponytail.