Snippet #1622982

A breeze rolled through an open window on the west side of Adinitium city and fluttered the curtains gently. It was a cool Summer morning and the sun’s light shined in just long enough to flash across the face of a sleeping teenager. His face scrunched up slightly and he rolled over, trying to deny the fact that it was morning. Sleep was always something he enjoyed, but as his mind slowly crawled out from the fog of slumber, he opened his eyes with excitement. He was leaving home today!
The young man sprang from his bed and quickly changed out of his pajamas decorated with bug pokemon and stared into his closet, “What to wear… what to wear…” he sang softly. He spent a good 15 minutes pulling things out before tossing them to the side. Eventually, he settled on a pale pink tank-top and a short sleeved white jacket that he left unzipped on top. Down below he chose a pair of pink jeans that was artistically torn in a few places. He admired himself in the mirror and picked up two back-packs, one significantly larger than the other, and left his room for what would be a very long time.
The downstairs of his home was quite modest, essentially one room with the kitchen, dining room, and the living room all connected. On the simple two person table sat a plate covered with foil. Beside it was a note that read:

Dear Sean,
I’m going to miss you, but I wish you the best of luck with wherever you’re going, and I want you to know that I will always love you son.
Sincerely,
Mom ♥

With a small tear in his eye, Sean set the note down and sat down to enjoy his breakfast of eggs and toast. He felt a soft nuzzling on his leg and looked down to see his adorable friend and pokemon partner, Seanapillar. He picked up the wurmple and set him down in his lap and gave him a small piece of toast to munch on. He absentmindedly stroked his friend while thinking about the day. He supposed that he’d have to stop at the pokemart and pick up some items for the journey ahead. Granted, all he had to spend was 600 poke dollars. Maybe I can talk mom into smuggling me something… but he dismissed the thought quickly, he didn’t want to endanger his mother’s only job. He finished his meal and went to rinse off his plate while Seanapillar climbed up onto his shoulder.
He was a graduation present from his mom, who knew how much he loved caterpillar pokemon. He closed his eyes for a brief moment, remembering his very first pokemon, then nuzzled Seanapillar. He felt a little guilty about naming him after his deceased caterpie, but he supposed it wouldn’t harm anyone.
Sean walked toward the door and opened it, then looked back at the house that held so many memories, then with a warm feeling in his stomach, he closed the door and began walking around town, toward the pokemart, with his best friend on his shoulder.