Five years ago
I suppose I should introduce myself before I start my story.
Well.... my name is Gin Calamine. You know, like the liquor. Don't blame me for the name. We all know your parents give them to you. Anyways. Living in the rural suburbs of Texas was the last thing I had wanted. Of course, when your six years old and still living with your parents, their really isn't anything you can do about that. But their I was. All chubby and blond haired. Ugh. Anyways.
My house sits inside of a large dense forest. At night the only sounds in it are the chirping of insects and the movements of other bigger or lesser things in the underbrush.
It's really creepy if you see it for yourself though. That was the place where I would see, the Pokémon. A Pyroar, once again.
