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It had been a trying day. After weeks of planning her flight from home, gathering supplies without her parents noticing, and the stress of acting normal that whole time, her escape had been ruined in minutes. That nearsighted professor had stopped her from leaving town to the north. Honestly, he couldn’t even tell if someone was a boy or a girl without being told, how had he seen her from his doorstep?
And all that blathering about needing a pokemon to protect her if she was journeying, becoming a trainer, etc. All the tales said that wild pokemon wouldn’t attack normal people. And she was clearly too old to be just now starting, but the old man had lapsed back into his convenient eye problems and claimed not to notice her age. Now she knew that she was kind of short, just barely five feet tall. And she definitely wasn’t any kind of busty beauty but she certainly wasn’t flat enough to look ten or eleven. Whatever, maybe a pokemon would be useful anyway. Pets were supposed to lower your stress levels anyway, weren’t they? And everyone knew about the rumors of the underground fighting rings, called “gyms” where if you were good enough you could walk away with a lot of cash.
Her parents didn’t get off work until later anyway, she could spare the time to get a pokemon if this crazy kook was just going to give her one for free. That internal justification was how she found herself standing in front of the old guy. People claimed this guy was a genius but here he was talking to a table three feet off to her right.
“And what’s your name, young one? Oh and one more time, I’m afraid I forgot, are you a boy or a girl? That’s important for... reasons? I don’t really remember I’m afraid.”
“For the last time I’m over here. No, I said here. Whatever, my name is Green. And I’m a girl. Now you said something about giving me a pokemon?” She trailed off, putting her hands in her pockets nervously. This getaway was just being so troublesome.
