POCKET MONSTERS...LITERALLY!

It was the year 3025...yes...quite far in the future...and yet...everything looked exactly the same...which sucked. No new life forms on other planets had been discovered. All the cool stuff like hover cars, hover bikes, hover boats, and anything else that could hover for that matter, had been taken by the U.S. Government System, which also sucked. The rage of Pokemon had been forgotten, and was remembered by only a handful of people... and the only thing T.V. now played was, (shudder)...reality shows, soaps, the home shopping channel, and the occasional day time T.V. Many books had also been lost over the years, including history, art, and other important documents. Many people now wondered what happened to the human race 1000 years ago. What were they like? It seemed that, the same thing we wondered about the ancient Egyptians today, was wondered about us to our future self. Many famous movies, and video tapes had long gone and disintegrated into nothingness. Star Wars was gone. Jurassic park was gone. Lilo and Stitch were gone. There was barely any intact tape left to see what life was like one-thousand years ago.

Only one person, the oldest person alive could remember life long ago. Time had effected the human race. For with time, comes wisdom. The smarter the humans became, the longer their life spans lasted. This person, George Houston, was 1205 years old, but he didn't look a day past 85, he was also an inventor. He spent his time, trying to find ways to keep the children occupied. He could remember good T.V., video games, junk food, Invader Zim, The Simpsons, Harry Potter, Anime, and of course, Pokemon, one of the most popular Anime's of his youth. He remembered how much the kids loved the adorable mouse Pikachu, and how they had always wanted one of their own. AAAAHHH! YOUTH!!

He had taught me many things about the past, which is how I grew to know him. His stories were interesting, and yet, they dealt with very similar problems that we have today. Other then a few new medications, and wars that have been fought, nothing that different has happened in between then, and now.

My name is Kristy, and I'm about 14 years old. I came across George, almost by accident, in a way, I'm both happy and sad that we met. But that was such a long time ago...

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I was going down the road, minding my own business, when I peered at my wrist watch.
"OH CRAP!! I only have 5 minutes to make it to school!!" I ran, not exactly looking where I was running to, When I turned the corner, and ran into a strange, old man carrying a small green package, apparently trying to get to a destination of his own on time. "CRASH!!" The two of us rammed into one another...that hurt.
"OH! What a clutz! I'm so sor-..."
"LATER!!" He yelled "CAN'T BE LATE!" and then he ran off, licitly-split, into the distance. He ran off so fast,..in fact, that he had forgotten his package.
I started to yell,
"HEY!! YOU FORGOT YOUR PACKAGE!!" but he was already gone.
I picked it up. A tad of interest going through my mind. It was tied up with a small pink string, wrapped in a faded green paper, and had a handwritten tag on it that said: "To my niece, who I love dearly" I had never seen anything like it! Most of the time people send and receive gifts, and letters, via computer with transmitters and what not. The wrapping was tapped on poorly too. Ether he had a really lousy robot maid, or he had wrapped it himself! Certainty no one did that anymore! I heard the school bell ring in the distance! "OH GREAT!! I'M GOING TO BE LATE!! I'LL FIND THE GUY LATER..."
I ran toward the building as fast as my little legs could carry me at the time, hopping I would make it to school before the late bell rung...

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"Where were you?!" My teacher asked in rage. My teacher's name is Ms. Fansbot, and she hates late people. She always expects perfection. Possibly, because, she's a robot.

"I bumped into someone on the way here! It was an old man. I was just trying to give a package he dropped back to him..." I said desperately, as I showed her the box.
"No excuses! Go get a late pass from the Attendance Office! NOW!!"
I grumbled under my breath, as I miserably went down the hall, package still in hand.

I hate getting late passes. Everyone stares at you while your taking the overly-embarrassing trip down the hall, and into the building. It's like, everyone you know looks down at you with disrespect, and no one cares if your looking at them or not, so they disrespect you in any way possible... especially Miya Gtack. As the classes looked at me go by in their classrooms, Miya pointed me out in hers, as I saw her evil mouth, word,
"Hey everyone!! Get a load of this retard!!" The class laughed at me. Luckily though, I could scarcely hear it. The doors to all the classrooms here were soundproof, so as not to disturb any other classes.

I HATE that stupid Maya. We had been rivals ever since elementary, and she never leaves me alone...NEVER!! We have the same choir class, in which the horrible teacher makes us constantly challenge each other, to see how much we've been practicing. Whenever me and Miya go at it though, it's an all out war! The "friends" of hers cheering, and the enemies cheering too. She's in four of my six classes, and, in everyone of those classes, she taunts me and my few friends, competes against me for grades, and is constantly disrespecting every teacher she meets, robot or non.
She's preppy, popular, mean, a cusser, and I hate it! Constantly bullying people into being her friends, and disrespecting every one, and thing she meets!!

I turned a corner, going to the deepest part of the hallway, so that I wouldn't run into any more classrooms. All that was playing in my mind now was, "I HATE MIYA! I HATE MIYA!..."
This thought was soon pushed out of my mind though, when the package started to vibrate vigorously. I screamed, quickly threw it to the sidewalk, and ran. I hid behind a bush, watching, and waiting. The box stopped moving. It had never occurred to me to open the package, (for it seemed a bit rude). But, now that the package had shifted, I was beginning to wonder if there was something ALIVE in that thing. I approached the thing on tip toe, so as not to startle it again. I poked it...nothing happened. I sied, maybe it was a vibrating stuffed animal, and I had some how set it off. I picked up the box again... IT VIBRATED!! I screamed, and did the exact thing I had done before, cowering into a rose bush, and watching from a distance.
"This is stupid." I thought to myself, as I approached the box again. I then had an Idea! If I unwrapped the gift, and just wrapped it back up after I saw what it was, I could get over my fear of this stupid, green box...it would also keep me from breaking the toy on the inside, by throwing it on the sidewalk too many times. I carefully, ( so as not to rip the paper), unwrapped the box. It was a normal packaging box, that you get at a post office, underneath. I carefully tore the flap of the box up, and peered inside...

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Hello! My fine Pokemon readers! I'm the Toonfreak! Loving all toons from everywhere!
If you want me to continue this fanfic, GIVE A SHOUT!!

See You Next Time!

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I do not own: Pokemon, Harry Potter, Star Wars, Jurassic Park, Lilo and Stitch, Invader Zim, or The Simpsons

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NEXT CHAPTER: What is in that box?!