Pokemon:Wandering Champion

Chapter 1

   I sat on a bench. So much was behind me, too much. Anger filled my veins for that trainer. I remember seeing Infernape getting Hydro Pumped by the Empoleon. I slammed my fist on the bench. The person sitting beside me jumped in surprise. "Sorry, sir," I said, with a great deal of respect. 

   "I feel you're mad, and why would you? It is the Kalos region. It's beautiful. All I can say to you is forget the bad, and you must focus on the good," he replied to me. 

   "You seem like a reasonable man. I would like to talk to you at the Poke Cafe. I'll pay. I will tell you all about my anger," I said, but I exaggerated to the slightest. I would not tell this person anything about my past. Well, maybe the most vague version there could be. 

   I had a caramel macchiato in my left hand. He had a chocolate mocha in his right hand. My blue and black backpack was on the floor. "What's your name?" I asked in a calm tone. It surprised me, I had never tried to make a friend ever since...well I shouldn't say more. It would make me cry.

   "Me? My name is Ethan. I am fourteen years old, and I am striving to be a Pokemon Researcher. I have stayed at home the extra four years to get a better education, and I have moved my fair share of times," he answered, he was a great speaker. I admired that. Who could say? With the society we have today, it's rare to find that. 

   "Well, I am Luke. I am fifteen years old. I am setting my goal to be a Pokemon Champion," my throat could say no more, I was frozen. I felt as if my heart had been stabbed by a lie's cold steel. Why could I not talk? I mumbled a few words. 

   "Huh?" Ethan asked with his left eyebrow raised in suspicion. 

   "Screw it, I was the Champion of Sinnoh, but my spot was taken by a jerk who only cares about stats and things that don't matter. I do somewhat care of those, but not to the extent that he did. He didn't see Pokemon as people! No, he saw them as tools for gambling and fighting!" I said but ended up yelling. Things grew quiet. People gawked at me and dropped their forks. I stood up from my seat and pulled my hood over my head. I grabbed my backpack and walked out. 

   My blue jacket flew in the bitter wind, and my pokeball beanie left my ears cold. I walked to Professor Sycamore's lab. I stepped inside the ante-room. It was warm. "Luke, you should choose," Sycamore said.