Snippet #1623893

Sean smiled as he walked through the town. The weather was sunny and warm which brought a wide grin to the boy’s girly face. He walked tall and proud, with an air about him of positivity. Sean worked hard for this image all the time. If he walked into a room and it didn’t light up, then his mission was a failure. Some young children were walking in a close group on their way to the pokemon academy. He smiled just a little bit wider and slowed his pace a little, he wasn’t in any particular hurry. A few moments later, Sean saw a small boy walking alone, clutching his backpack and looking down. Sean’s smile faded a fraction of an inch and watched the boy make his route, almost robotically, to school. The boy raised his head and looked at the pack of children who were laughing and having a merry time, and the boy looked down once more and kicked a pebble a few yards ahead of himself. Sean’s smile faded even more (it never goes completely away) and stopped. He bit his knuckle for a few seconds until he brought the magnemites together. He whispered something into Seanapillar’s “ear” (as bugs don’t technically have ears) and took something out of his bag and put it in the caterpillar’s jaws. With its instructions, the pokemon crawled down his trainer and set off in the direction of the young boy.

The student made his way along the same path he took every weekday, not really paying attention to where he was going. He’d been in school for a little while now, and he still hadn’t made any friends. He tried not to let it bother him, but there are some things that a kid can’t do alone and be happy. He didn’t come from a particularly rich family, so he only had a few toys that were hand-me-downs from an older brother who left on his pokemon journey a few years ago. It wasn’t too bad, but he didn’t even have anyone to complain to.
Kicking the same pebble again, (11 times, almost going for his record) he didn’t look ahead of him and something hit his face as he walked by. He stopped and looked at what he had made contact with and saw 100 pokedollars hanging from a somewhat gooey string attached to the tree overhead. He looked around, seeing if it was some sort of trick. Seeing no one, he grabbed the money and pocketed it. He beamed, feeling great about his gift. It wasn’t like it was laying on the ground like someone had lost it, the fates had presented him with enough money to get a new pokefigure, he might even be able to get a good one now, like the other kids had. He walked with a spring in his step for the rest of the trip, and left the pebble behind him.

From behind the window of the nearby pokemart, Sean’s smile broadened and he turned to continue his shopping. Part of him felt really glad at what he had done, but there was another part, the one that looked into his wallet just now and internally frowned. There was just enough here for a couple pokeballs and an antidote. One of his faults was that he loved spending money to no end. He gave up toys and gadgets a long time ago to save up for clothes that made up over half of what was on his back.
Sean grimaced and bit his knuckle again. He decidedly walked over to the cashier and smiled as sweetly as he could, “Hi Barbara,” he sang, “I was wondering if I could go into the back and talk to my mom.” When he was younger, Sean would come to the pokemart and help his mom with inventory and stocking and became a regular sight around the store.
The cashier Barbra looked up with a softer, but still grumpy expression on her face and said. “Go right ahead kid.”
“Thanks.” He made his way around the counter and into the back room. Looking around for his mom, but not seeing her immediately. With a bit of a hesitation, he led himself down to a pile of boxes labled “potions” and looked for an open one. When he found it he reached in and pocketed one. “Just one, “he said softly, “they won’t notice it…”
“Yes we will.” said a firm voice behind him.
Instantly, his insides dropped and he looked behind him where the figure he called mom loomed. Sean swallowed difficultly and gave a guilty smile. After just a few moments of tension, his mother smiled and handed him another potion and some oran berries. “Great minds think alike.”
Sean lit up and hugged his mom tightly. She was the one thing that he was going to miss the most, “Thanks mom, I love you.”
“I love you too sweety,” She replied softly before letting go, “Now hurry up and get out before I get teary.” She nuzzled Seanapillar affectionately.
And with that he said his final goodbye to his mom and made his way out into the public part of the store once again.

This time, he was greeted by several familiar faces from his class. There was that kid Dominic who was walking with his chikorita, never really talked to him much. And also… t-something… Sean never could remember his name, always called him “that-creepy-kid-over-there”, only this time he had a little torchic with him. Sean figured that it would be better to do what he always did around him and stay a safe distance away. In another corner of the store stood Raine, who always seemed nice enough. Sean started to make his way over to her, but stopped abruptly when he saw the pokemon tottering around at her feet, “Of course, she got a mareep…” he thought morbidly, then moved on to that girl Claire with her charmander (geez, another fire-type? He thought, protectively stroking his wurmple).
Sean was debating on whether or not to talk to Dominic or Claire, when who but his best friend in the entire world Amy barged in, bringing a sunshine parade of vivacity behind her and her copy-cat cleffa. Sean sighed, today really was going to be a good day. “Heeey girl!” He called out before running up to give her a great big hug, stopping when she fell flat on her butt, “smooth move,” he said, smirking. He stood in line behind a girl he’d seen in class a few times, but didn’t ever bother to get her name. He gave Barbara his money and pocketed his pokeballs and his antidote.
“So… is everyone starting their adventure today?” Amy asked nervously.
“Yuppers! I’m all packed and ready to go,” he said, gesturing to his two backpacks. Seanapillar wormed his way down to Sean’s chest where he subconsciously moved to cradle the pokemon., “Are you heading out today too?” He asked with a broad smile.