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Minty Thrill
Chapter 1
Midday with the Master

Time. It’s something I seem to have trouble comprehending, and something that has never been my friend. If I ever met Father Time I’d beat him up and take his wallet.

For now, though, time has won. Again it has foiled me, and again
I wake up at 12 PM.
“My god
” I groan, and roll over. I grab my bedside bottle of water. “Here’s to hoping I don’t do this on Saturday.”

Saturday was the big day
Saturday was my time to shine
on Saturday I would be getting my first PokĂ©mon. I had waited for this day for a long time. I was fourteen, and had already failed Professor Gum’s PokĂ©mon lessons four years in a row. This time, though, I passed! Now nothing could stand in my way

I slowly moved myself toward the edge of the bed. How long did these journey things take? A week, I guess.
Good thing I told Principal Douglas I had chicken pox. Well, I didn’t tell him in person, obviously. I assumed that chicken pox had something to do with chickens, so I just made a lot of clucking noises on the phone. Ah, another story of success
 Speaking of success, I’d have to prepare my victory speech for when I defeat the Elite Door. I didn’t have much time. I mean, how hard could it be to beat up on a damn door?

I rolled again, this time completely falling from bed. I took this opportunity to grab my plastic microphone from underneath, as well as a handful of dust that looked like it was alive and scared me witless.

I stood atop my bed, cracked my neck, and cleared my throat.
“Hello, all my loyal fans!” I roared, the microphone rumbling in a strange plasticky echo, “It is I, Anthony Chambers, from Burake Town! It’s the fourth
or fifth town of our lovely world of Furudo. I have just come back from the grass type gym
” I paused for a moment. “Uh, Jungle Gym, and defeated the leader for the ninth time. That just proves what happens when Frank Furt messes with Terrible Tony! In short, I kicked his grass!” I moved the microphone away from my face, and made a variety of guffaws to symbolise the crowd response. “Seriously, though, I’m here to tell all of you future PokĂ©mon masters out there to try your best, and never give up hope! And always remember the little people.” I moved the microphone away again, and chirped in a tiny voice, “Like me?”
I bent over. “Yes, just like you, little
Horris. I couldn’t have gotten to where I am without you, and without my legions of fans, and without the help of my loyal PokĂ©mon
” I paused, and leant further, “My loyal PokĂ©mon
”
Guess I’d just have to guess

“My loyal PokĂ©mon. I like to call him-AAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHH!!” I bellowed as I leant too far, and fell off the bed. I headbutted the floor with a sickening thud.
“Oww
self piledriver
” I moaned, and sat up. I really should decide which PokĂ©mon I would choose.

Time to put my amazing skills to good use. I grabbed a pen and a pad of paper. Now what could I choose from
 there was that pear thing with the leaf on its head

I scribbled down Chocolata.
Then
there was that water crocodile thing.
I couldn’t remember what it was called though, so I just wrote Big ol’ Smile.
And
oh yeah, the turtle thing.

Yerdle.
And then there was that fire shrew thing.

Mintythrill.
And the lizard, that was a fire Pokémon too. Wow, I was just too good at this.

Charbladder.
And finally, there was the scary frog thing with a green fortune cookie on its back.

Bulb-is-sore.
Now. Decisions, decisions
 of course, I’d get all of them in two days, three if I was busy with a photo shoot, but to get my first few, I’d need one to start with.

Each PokĂ©mon has a diverse range of advantages and disadvantages. Not only is there the obvious range of types, and which could overcome another in battle, there is also a blend of each PokĂ©mon’s statistics. Although a PokĂ©mon levels up to improve each of these qualities, it can only be as good as it knows how to be. Thusly, a PokĂ©mon must also be equipped with the correct moves. One must avoid physical attacks for PokĂ©mon with low attack, and elemental for those with low special attack. Other qualities of a PokĂ©mon must also be taken into consideration. Which of the moves can it learn to overcome its weaknesses and capitalize on its strengths? If it has a diverse range, it will overcome a wide range of obstacles, whilst one still must remember that it will excel with attacks of the same element.
Above all, though, this PokĂ©mon needs love. With a considerate trainer who’s willing to try to be something, a PokĂ©mon can excel. A trainer who is prepared to go through the harsh days and nights, and tend for the PokĂ©mon when it is sick. To be a master, one must remember to be a trainer.

“
Is that it?” I groaned, and flipped another page, “No wonder I never read any of these stupid books
”
I looked around, and spotted my Pokémonopoly game. I grabbed a dice from in it, and rolled it along the floor.

It landed on one. That meant
 Chocolata.
That’s a bit girlish

I gulped, looked around, and lightly pushed it over. A four, that meant the shrew.
I grinned, and stood tall. “I shall conquer all with my Mintythrill!”
There was a thud against the door.
“Shut up Chambers!” Mr. Michaels, the landlord, bellowed, “Or you’re gonna get a minty thrill where the sun don’t shine!!”
I gulped, and grabbed my pen should I need it to ward off the 300 pound blob.
“And get the rent ready tomorrow, you ain’t gonna scam me with that chicken pox excuse this time, punk!”
“
Bu-bu-buckaw?” I squeaked sheepishly, hoping I could trick him.
“Yeah that’s right, I only accept bu-bu-bucks!” he roared, waddling down the hallway.

I sighed, then it hit me. 
Payday is Sunday! But that meant

I raced over to the table, and looked at my watch. It was Saturday today! 
I was
LATE!
“Aww hölle!” I shouted, and threw my watch at the closet door. It smashed in a hundred pieces.
“Aww hölle!” I repeated, when I realised that watch was from my grandfather.
“Aww hölle!” I let out one more time, when it hit me; my grandfather was dead.

I guess those German lessons did come in handy after all