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Ammon stood anxiously as his mother went through his pack making sure he had everything. Ammon tapped his foot impatiently as the review dragged on. "Mother I'm sure everything's there including the clean underwear," Ammon said agitated.
"Better safe than sorry, as I always say!" Mrs. Cordin said with a smile, "When I was a trainer there was nothing better than a fully stocked pack. It will save your life one day so always restock each town, and if you need money just call."
"Thank you mother I'll do my best!" Ammon replied and grabbing ran out the door. When he reached the front gate of the yard he turned waving his goodbye and then dashed toward Professor Aaron's lab.
Ammon reached the sloping hill that led to the gym/laboratory where most young trainers went to recieve their first pokemon. Ammon could hardly wait the ten years to become a pokemon trainer like his older siblings. Watching them leave for their own pokemon journeys was almost unbearable for the eager boy.
Ammon ran up the hill not slowing down as the hill climbed steeper. He ran through the lab's automated glass doors and suddenly slammed into someone who was carrying a huge box. A large crash followed as the contents of the box scattered across the floor. They were pokeballs, dozens of them, all shiny from the large florescent lights hanging from the tiled ceiling. The person who Ammon collided into was the young researcher Prof. Aaron, his blonde hair was scuffled from the collision. Ammon helped him up and dusted him off saying, "I'm sorry Professor I wasn't looking"
Ammon stood anxiously as his mother went through his pack making sure he had everything. Ammon tapped his foot impatiently as the review dragged on. "Mother I'm sure everything's there including the clean underwear," Ammon said agitated.
"Better safe than sorry, as I always say!" Mrs. Cordin said with a smile, "When I was a trainer there was nothing better than a fully stocked pack. It will save your life one day so always restock each town, and if you need money just call."
"Thank you mother I'll do my best!" Ammon replied and grabbing ran out the door. When he reached the front gate of the yard he turned waving his goodbye and then dashed toward Professor Aaron's lab.
Ammon reached the sloping hill that led to the gym/laboratory where most young trainers went to recieve their first pokemon. Ammon could hardly wait the ten years to become a pokemon trainer like his older siblings. Watching them leave for their own pokemon journeys was almost unbearable for the eager boy.
Ammon ran up the hill not slowing down as the hill climbed steeper. He ran through the lab's automated glass doors and suddenly slammed into someone who was carrying a huge box. A large crash followed as the contents of the box scattered across the floor. They were pokeballs, dozens of them, all shiny from the large florescent lights hanging from the tiled ceiling. The person who Ammon collided into was the young researcher Prof. Aaron, his blonde hair was scuffled from the collision. Ammon helped him up and dusted him off saying, "I'm sorry Professor I wasn't looking"
