~Raynard
I am free, out of war of the west. Now apparently decided to become a Pokémon trainer, which is my second desire, first was being in the military. In the military I have realized that I've had changed and learned my lesson during my enlistment. This was not the type of life I have dreamed of as I thought it was full glamour being in a uniform.
Grabbing my entire gear and favorite hat with haste I start for the stairs of my apartment, dropping things in the process.
"Shoot... Stupid me..." I mutter to myself.
As I run through the busy city, I bump into a couple of people and push them aside not even paying attention to others. Checking the time on my watch, I realized that I was late. Soon as I reach the stop, the Saffron buses for Viridian kick off and shift very slowly.
"Wait!" I cried, frowning drastically.
One bus politely brings to a halt and opens, revealing the driver as an older woman smiling down at me.
I quickly scramble up the steps of the bus nearly falling and almost dropping my supplies in hand. Many stare awkwardly at me. A cheesy smile forms on my face and I start blushing.
I took the short bus route from Saffron, to another bus stop in Viridian City to the League to receive my first Pokémon. Or catch in this case.
Arriving in Viridian I sat to the closest bench I saw and sat to organize my documents and alternative supplies.
Everyone obediently lined up at the stop as the bus arrives; kids and young adults begin saying farewell to their parents or relatives. This made me think of my parents whom I never said goodbye to, but I did not got along with them, especially my father, whom I never did. I felt guilty though regardless.
I gathered up my supplies. Boarding the bus, I sat way far back as possible since I really liked to sit in the back. A male around my age asks to sit next to me.
“Sure. No problem,“ I respond with haste.
He smiles and sits. He seems to be watching me carefully, like he’s thinking to himself, ‘he can’t see me’. Nonetheless I can in my peripheral vision. I turn my head to the window while he opens his mouth as if he wants to speak,
Nothing.
The bus starts moving, I continue to look out at the scenery, ignoring the fellow next to me. I honestly feel like an un-socialized loner. Despite that, I’m really not even in the mood for talking. I feel the exhilaration of taking the first step to become a Pokémon trainer.
A couple minutes later I finally see legendary-like statues of certain pokémon trainers with pokémon with them. It appeared we where getting close to the league.
We finally arrived.
Not sure if this is good cause it seems kind of rushed but nonetheless hope this is good lol
