5th Round

Prologue

I opened the first page of my new diary and took a silver, metallic pen on my hand and clicked it. I drew few lines to test it on a piece of wrapping paper. It produced a nice black line.

"Hello Diary,

It's my birthday today. I got you as a present, a weird present. Boys don't usually get diaries or then they keep it as a secret really well. It's thought as a more girlish thing, but well, now that I have you, what else should I do with you, throw you in the bin?

So, my name is Tod Guy Roswell and I'm 15-years-old. I have short brown hair with blonde stripes and choklad brown eyes. I'm 172 centimetres tall and I weigh about 56 kilos. I'm athletic, not slim. My favourite clothes that I like to wear are red cap (backways), yellow vest with a black tank top under it. Dark brown shorts with black belt. Then I have brown, mocha shoes with light brown shoelaces.

I intend to wear them tomorrow. Tomorrow is the day I leave on my journey to Johto league. Eight gyms in eight different cities far from each other. I must collect a badge from each one of them, by winning the gym leader there. Then, when I have done that, I'll enter Grand Championships of Johto. The best trainers from Johto are there. Mum is of course, hysterical about it. She just can't imagine me alone in the wild, with a tent and some can food, travelling long distances. But I like it. I've always liked camping and adventuring alot.

Dad died, or so they say, but somewhere in my heart, I know he's alive, when I was nine. He disseapered into sea while he was fishing. I miss him alot. But I'm glad I spend some time with him. At least some...

My mum is always hysterical about my security. Partly the fact because dad went missing on sea. A part from nature, I loved sea very much. but mum forbid me from going there. I think that was really overprotecting, but that's my mum's nature and I have to cope with it. Not that I don't love her, but I can bet on that she calls me every other hour to make sure I'm safe. I'm going to go nuts.

My dad took me to camping trips when I was eight. I loved it, much for the fact that I got my first pokemon there. Dad helped me capture it with his strong Gastly. The pokemon became my friend, I named it Zag. It's male Sentret. Brown round thing with a strong tail to stand with and a circle on his stomach like alll Sentret's have. Allthough Zag is not my favourite kind of pokemon, I still love it from all my heart.

To aid on my journey, the local professor is going to give me an extra pokemon and a pokedex to start with. I live in a tiny village, so the town couldn't afford to do any better. I'm even slightly suspicious about the pokemon I'm going to get. I doubt it's anything like Chikorita or Bulbasaur. Allthough they would help me alot. You see, Sentrets are not strong, in fact, they are quite weak. In my oppinion.

As I said previously, mum is being hysterical. She has bought me a new backpack and even two pokeballs, which are really expensive. She packed everything two days ago. I just hope she doesn't start hugging and kissing and crying in front of my friends, Mary and Mac. Mary and Mac give me some company on my journey. Allthough we travel in group, each of us are inviduals, competitors against each other.

Mary and Mac are twins. Allthough different sex. Mary always has her Jigglypuff with her. Her favourite color is pink, which you can see from her pokemon and her clothing. Long, red haired tied in a ponytail, pink ponytail. Pink shirt with dark red trousers. She even paints her pokeballs pink. If Mac would be exactly same, I'd think he's gay. But he's totally different. He has black hair and some red stripes and dark brown eyes. Black jeans with red college shirt and a black t-shirt under it. His pokeballs are black from under and red from top. He even wears black sunglasses. Kind of reminds me of Men in Black, but I think he looks cool. Mary is the only one from either of them to own a pokemon. Mac's getting his first tomorrow, and Mary her second, like I.

I guess I should go asleep now, big day tomorrow. And I wouldn't like to be late like Ash Ketchum a famous pokemonmaster. He woke up late... Oh god this is stupid! Girls are nuts! I mean, they are practically talking to a pile of papers. Gee that's so stupid"

I threw the diary into the bin. That was really stupid, well, at least I spent some time practising my hand writing. I closed the light in my room and slipped in my bed. In few moments I was asleep.