BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
A groan came from a room; deep within the covers and sheets of the bed near the window. An arm creeped out and felt around the stand that stood next to the blue sheeted bed. It finally reached its target, and turned off the digital alarm clock.
The sun faintly shined through the curtains, even though they were closed.
Please, Please don't tell me it's morning...
Spencer thought. He dreaded the day that was to be survived ahead of him.
The 15 year old boy slowly pulled the sheets from over his body. With squinted eyes, Spencer sat up, leaning up against the headboard of his bed. His head turned to the side.
9:30 PM
After a sigh, Spencer stood. He ran his hand through his dirty blonde hair. A faint smell of eggs lingered in his room. He looked towards his door, which was cracked open a little bit. He started to make his way across his room, but stopped dead in his tracked when he was about to take a step, but looked down.
Curled up in a ball, an adorable Fennekin cuddled a soft miniature pillow.
Spencer immediately backed up, and let out a relief sigh. He went around the sleeping fox pokemon. He had mistakenly woke up the fire type a few times before, and her reaction was not a pretty one at all. Fennekin was a very stubborn, and high-maintenanced Pokemon. She was a tad smaller than most Fennekin. Spencer's grandfather was a pokemon farmer, and one of his Braixen had reproduced. 14 baby Fenniken were born, and Spencer, 8 years old, had visited later that week. He noticed the adorable foxes gathered together laying in a pile. One caught his eye, the one he was going to want. She was a little smaller than the rest - She was the runt of the litter. He asked his granpa about her, and found out he was going to ship her out, because she couldn't survive at the farm with the other pokemon. Spencer took it among himself, though he was only a child, and not eligible to be a trainer yet, to protect the small fire fox.
He begged his grandad for her...he always believed in the little ones, the underdogs...the ones with a disadvantage. Although Spencer and Finnekin have been together for 7 years, their bond was close, but they tended to have their fights, and both were very stubborn. Finnekin would refuse to use the moves Spencer requested at times in battle, and would only go places she approved. Spencer had his aggravating moments as well to Fennekin. The two were almost inseparable, but fought like sibblings.
He approached one of his shelves, his hand skimmed over a few medals he had earned in grooming contest with his stuck up Fennekin. He finally reached a yellow gym sack that could serve as an efficient backpack. He pulled it from the shelf and laid it on his bed. While he packed a few clothes, a toothbrush, comb, and other essentials, he heard a pokemon yawn.
He looked over and saw that his Fennekin was awake. She was looking at him pack, head slightly tilted, and her tail swaying side to side. She had a curious look on her face.
"Yeah," Spencer sighed "Today is the day." He answered Fennekin as if he knew the look on her face was asking,
Where are we going? Is today the day?
He put the gym sack on, placed a black beanie on his head, exposing only the bottom half of his hair. He also changed into a red and white long sleeved hoodie, black jeans,and headed out of his room and down the stairs - Fenniken following behind. Though she barely did much, she was acting friendlier than normal today.
Spencer and Fennekin ate their breakfast, and his mother spoke.
"So buddy, ready to head into Training Camp? Remember, it is going to teach you things you should know before you head out to adventure!"
Spencer rolled his eyes. He didn't feel like spending 5 days at some perky pokemon camp. He just wanted to go out and start exploring. How hard could it be?
He told his mother goodbye, then Fennekin and him walked out of the house.
He automatically felt the nature of his hometown, Santalune City.
But before he could enjoy all of it, Fennekin was out of no where tackled and knocked from her position.
It was by another pokemon, obviously owned by a trainer.
Spencer couldn't fully see who the trainer was or what kind of pokemon it was that attacked Finnekin, he was just worried about his partner and who was picking a fight with them.
"Finnekin!" He called out, worried and trying to see who the trainer was and what the pokemon was.
A groan came from a room; deep within the covers and sheets of the bed near the window. An arm creeped out and felt around the stand that stood next to the blue sheeted bed. It finally reached its target, and turned off the digital alarm clock.
The sun faintly shined through the curtains, even though they were closed.
Please, Please don't tell me it's morning...
Spencer thought. He dreaded the day that was to be survived ahead of him.
The 15 year old boy slowly pulled the sheets from over his body. With squinted eyes, Spencer sat up, leaning up against the headboard of his bed. His head turned to the side.
9:30 PM
After a sigh, Spencer stood. He ran his hand through his dirty blonde hair. A faint smell of eggs lingered in his room. He looked towards his door, which was cracked open a little bit. He started to make his way across his room, but stopped dead in his tracked when he was about to take a step, but looked down.
Curled up in a ball, an adorable Fennekin cuddled a soft miniature pillow.
Spencer immediately backed up, and let out a relief sigh. He went around the sleeping fox pokemon. He had mistakenly woke up the fire type a few times before, and her reaction was not a pretty one at all. Fennekin was a very stubborn, and high-maintenanced Pokemon. She was a tad smaller than most Fennekin. Spencer's grandfather was a pokemon farmer, and one of his Braixen had reproduced. 14 baby Fenniken were born, and Spencer, 8 years old, had visited later that week. He noticed the adorable foxes gathered together laying in a pile. One caught his eye, the one he was going to want. She was a little smaller than the rest - She was the runt of the litter. He asked his granpa about her, and found out he was going to ship her out, because she couldn't survive at the farm with the other pokemon. Spencer took it among himself, though he was only a child, and not eligible to be a trainer yet, to protect the small fire fox.
He begged his grandad for her...he always believed in the little ones, the underdogs...the ones with a disadvantage. Although Spencer and Finnekin have been together for 7 years, their bond was close, but they tended to have their fights, and both were very stubborn. Finnekin would refuse to use the moves Spencer requested at times in battle, and would only go places she approved. Spencer had his aggravating moments as well to Fennekin. The two were almost inseparable, but fought like sibblings.
He approached one of his shelves, his hand skimmed over a few medals he had earned in grooming contest with his stuck up Fennekin. He finally reached a yellow gym sack that could serve as an efficient backpack. He pulled it from the shelf and laid it on his bed. While he packed a few clothes, a toothbrush, comb, and other essentials, he heard a pokemon yawn.
He looked over and saw that his Fennekin was awake. She was looking at him pack, head slightly tilted, and her tail swaying side to side. She had a curious look on her face.
"Yeah," Spencer sighed "Today is the day." He answered Fennekin as if he knew the look on her face was asking,
Where are we going? Is today the day?
He put the gym sack on, placed a black beanie on his head, exposing only the bottom half of his hair. He also changed into a red and white long sleeved hoodie, black jeans,and headed out of his room and down the stairs - Fenniken following behind. Though she barely did much, she was acting friendlier than normal today.
Spencer and Fennekin ate their breakfast, and his mother spoke.
"So buddy, ready to head into Training Camp? Remember, it is going to teach you things you should know before you head out to adventure!"
Spencer rolled his eyes. He didn't feel like spending 5 days at some perky pokemon camp. He just wanted to go out and start exploring. How hard could it be?
He told his mother goodbye, then Fennekin and him walked out of the house.
He automatically felt the nature of his hometown, Santalune City.
But before he could enjoy all of it, Fennekin was out of no where tackled and knocked from her position.
It was by another pokemon, obviously owned by a trainer.
Spencer couldn't fully see who the trainer was or what kind of pokemon it was that attacked Finnekin, he was just worried about his partner and who was picking a fight with them.
"Finnekin!" He called out, worried and trying to see who the trainer was and what the pokemon was.
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