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>be 12
>sitting in a pavilion near route 209 watching this wicked storm come down from the north
>this huge gust of wind knocks me on my ass
>a bunch of branches come crashing down out of the trees
>holyshitisthatapokemon
>there's a swablu tangled in one of the branches looking pretty beat up
>run over but it's unconscious
>carefully extract it and carry it to the pokemon center
>pokemon center's not accepting any new patients because the storm knocked out the power
>take the swablu home and bandage it up, feed it some oran and sitrus berries from the back yard
>try to release it when it looks ready to go, but it won't leave
>keeps landing on my head like a hat, shit's adorable
>name it cirrus, now my best bud and first not-family-owned pokemon
>keep going to school because school is cool and knowledge is power, but train swablu on the weekends
>it evolves when i'm 14
>when 18 decide to finally go on a pokemon adventure 'n shit
>apprentice to a professor when i'm 21 after beating the sinnoh league
>shit was cash
