Hello world! I'm back! Sorry about the delay, but I had some testing to do last week. I ended up coming up with a cool new story that's NOT a parody, but I will still be continuing the other one. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own ANYTHING!

The Torn, The Tearful, and The Triumphant

Chapter 1: It's a Whole New World

First of all, I should explain. My name is Catherine Klai. I was born in Unova and spent most of my life there. My home was in Nuvema town, commonly known for its beauty, serenity, and accessibility of nature. All throughout my life, I have had aspirations to become a trainer and fufill my dreams of seeing the rest of the world. I particularly had wanted to venture Unova, but with the coming threat of Team Plasma, my parents decided it was safer to move somewhere else. Air travel was out of the question; since my family had had a history of plane accidents, we no longer trusted those man-made metal mockeries of a Pidgey. My mom once said, "A Pidgey with a broken wing would fly better than one of those deathtraps." So we crammed ourselves into a dinky boat and sailed for Johto. Three days later, our ship arrived just off the coast of New Bark town, and we were able to walk to Cherrygrove from there. I decided not to let the move discourage me.

So anyways, I had just turned sixteen, and my Trainer's License was already in hand and ready to go. Sheesh, what I had to go through to get that. I had to stand for hours in a long line of people who seemed to hyper, because the just wouldn't stop freaking talking! It was torture! But I digress.

The bad thing about the move: I couldn't get a starter. Yep, it's a bummer, really. In order to get a starter, you'd have to have special permission from the professor in that region. They're free, but you'd have to have sent in an application stating your name and which one you wanted. Even then, there's only a limited amount given out per year. This was enforced partly because of that whack-job rivalhead that broke into the lab and stole one. They don't keep them on the table like that anymore. The other part was to prevent young trainers from abandoning them because they're not what they wanted. So in other words, I wouldn't be able to get one.

Luckily for me, I had a pet Emolga named Spark. She came with us to Johto and had been a great companion for my whole childhood. If I wasn't going to get a starter, I could at least take her with me. It would make me happier to know that I was traveling with someone I knew and trusted. My mom would understand. I was the one to take care of her; not mom. I grabbed her ball.

I double-checked my bag , going through a mental list of basic trainer's necessities. Pokegear, check. Pokeballs, check. Potions, check. Now, a common misconception about being a trainer is that everyone has a pokedex. I'm not here to fill up some stupid database for someone else, ok. I'm here to see the world with friends that love and trust me. So I'm not degrading myself to that level. Once I figured I had everything, I headed for the door.

I thrust it open with the sheer force of nine thousand Newtons.

"YEAH! WOO HOO! I'M SO EXCITED!" I screamed, dashing headfirst into the spring Cherrygrove breeze.

Looking around, I saw that people were just minding their own business. I walked through the grass towards the sign that said "route 30" and proceeded. Finally, my adventure unfolds.

Yeah, cool plot huh. Stay Tuned!