Gen

Chapter Thirteen

No matter what we use

They won’t be the right moves

This is my Helping Hand

This is my Helping Hand

 When your HP is low

Look deep into my soul

It’s where my Ghastlies hide

It’s where my Ghastlies hide

Don’t try to fight it all

It is a wild ride

It’s where my Ghastlies hide

It’s where my Ghastlies hide

The music of Dream Rayquazas drifted from Georgia’s Ipod. At the chorus, we began to sing along in silly voices before bursting out laughing.

“Here Skitty Skitty!” I called before picking up the Skitty my family owns. I’ve missed her so much. I struggle with her at first because she’s so fat. “You wanna come with me to take Skitty for a walk in Amity Square?” I asked Georgia.

“Sure,” she replied, following me as I almost exited the Gym. "Wait, won't people ask questions about... you know..." she pointed at her jaws. Oh. I hadn't thought of that. I grabbed a box of bandages and she put some over her marks while I applied a big one on top of mine.

We walked out into the crystalline afternoon, the blue sky being bright and clear and the sun shining warmly. The lady at the counter of Amity Square let us pass through with Skitty. At Amity Square, there's a rule that you have to have a cute Pokémon with you to enter. There was even a list, and Skitty was on it.

After walking around a bit, we stopped in one of the strangely shaped caves. I never really understood why there were there, or what there purpose was. Sometimes it was just fun to sit a cave by yourself with your Pokémon best friend.

We leave as a light snow begins to fall, even though the sky was clear a little while ago. We headed back to the Gym and decided to chat for a while.

"Have you ever been to the Pokémon Mansion?" Georgia asked.

"Sadly, no. I've always wanted to, though, because I heard there are Eevees in the Trophy Garden," I answered. A sly smile crossed her face.

"Then why don't we go?" she suggested. But I knew my mom wouldn't let me go, and with all the police officers swarming the place, it's impossible to get in unless you're a famous trainer or coordinator! But we told my mom we were just going for a walk, and soon Georgia dragged me towards Route 212.

"How are we gonna get past the officers?" I asked impatiently. She just led me into the shadows and transformed into Galvantula. So this was how we were getting in. I transformed into Espeon and we slipped by unnoticed. Soon we got through the luxurious Pokémon Mansion and into the Trophy Garden, which was beautiful. And I saw tons of Pokémon swarming around inside. Maybe I'll find an Eevee.

There was a rustling behind us and a Ponyta majestically galloped out of some grass. Its flaming hair flailed in the wind. Georgia and I watched in awe as it transformed into a girl with ginger hair. She was a Gen as well? But I don't recognize her from camp...

Georgia walked straight up to her and subtly said, "You're a Gen?"

"How did you know? What?" The girl looked shocked.

"We are too," I explained, talking the bandage off my mark.

"But you're... you... you can't be!" she stuttered. We can't be what? She seemed to have realized something Georgia and I don't know. We looked at each other confused.

"Well we are... Hey I didn't know there were more than one camps of Gens," Georgia wondered aloud.

"You're not a Gen. You're a Mod," the girl assertively told us.