His mom and Professor Oak had told him countless times to never go into the forest and to never approach a wild pokemon. Whatever pokemon was in the bushes sounded very weak and in need of help. Ash whipped his head to the right, growing more worried by the second. Just as he was about to cry, the frustration, anger, and sadness being too much on the ten years old boy, he heard a pained cry. He had lost his best friend today and that hurt more than anything. But he does blame him for leaving him behind when he was the only one who stood beside him. But Ash wouldn’t have cared, he wouldn’t have faulted or blamed Gary for what others did. No kid wanted to befriend him because he was friends with that haughty Gary who thought himself better than everyone else. The teachers didn’t even try to understand him or help him, too busy fawning over the Professor’s grandson as if he was some kind of miracle. Like always he could not stay still or pay attention to a thing the teacher said. Nothing had gone as planned or as expected. “Grr!” Ash growled, more at himself than at the pokemon. He was too deep into his mumbling and planning that he did not notice the Pichu until it was too late, and he was rolling down a small cliff. The ten years old boy knew he shouldn’t be going there on his own, but he was too angry to care. I can be and I will be a Pokemon Master, I’ll show him!” Ash grumbled under his breath as he wandered into the forest.
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