Pokèfeels

When I was it years old, I had a Pokemon themed
birthday party. the of my gifts was a book, The Official
Pokemon Handbook, I took it , and
pretended I was a pokemon trainer. Inst before my tth
birthday, I brought it with me to schewl for show and
tell. It was stolen out of my desk at lunch. I was
heartsick.
On my 18th birthday, I found 50 Lents en the ground,
I deemed Pd take a look in the pawn Library’ s sewed
hand book shop to see if I could find a fun gift for
myself at lunch. on the 50 wet book rack, I spotted a
familiar blue spine- a paperback eepi ofthe Official
Pokemon Handbook. I bought it en the spot. What a
treat! I' d loved this book as a kid. I started walking
back to school, when I paused. Just the intro, i deemed.
I' d read the Irate, then I' d go. I sat down en the bench.
I opened it to the first page
a picture, of a Pokedad " Pokemon limes: This is to
certify that... ...' las been officially recongnized as a
Pokemon trainer by the Pokemon League.”
I started to Gry. Deeanne the line wasn’ t blank. I knew it
had been a used book, mat it wasn' t new- had not
estimated what was there. In very familiar childish
scrawl, were few letters. A name. My name.