Disclaimer: I don’t own Pokemon, the following story is fanfiction.
An: An old story from when I was Gardie. This version has minor changes to the text.
Ryan was fourteen-years-old and had been a pokémon trainer for three years. He was back in his home town of Sunaga, on the edge of a desert. The whole town was hot and dusty, only ever cool at night. Ryan was inside an underground club with his four friends. He was wearing a pair of black sandals, black shorts with red stripes down the side and a red T-shirt. He had four pokéballs clipped on his belt.
“Are you doing anything for Halloween, Ryan?” asked Ryan’s friend Luke.
Luke was wearing blue sandals, blue shorts, a blue, long-sleeved shirt and a blue headband; he was also a pokémon trainer.
“Not really,” answered Ryan, “I only just got home. I’ll probably just go trick or treating or something.”