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  1. I was going to fall. I grappled the rough reins as our Rhyhorn ripped back and forth trying to wrestle me off. I clung to the hard harness as the Pokemon jumped around. Broad breaths roared out of its mouth as it pounced around the dirt floor. I was sweaty, dirty, tired and done with this endurance test.
  2. “I’m going to fall,” I yelled out to my mother.
  3. “You’ll bite your tongue. Don’t bother talking,” my mother immediately replied. She was enjoying my trial as I struggled with my mandatory training. Her voice hummed with excitement as my body swung around. “Serena, you need to move with Rhyhorn!”
  4. “Don’t shout nonsense,” I yelped back at her. The Rhyhorn continued to buck around as I lost more control. The Rhyhorn raised itself on its hind legs and I cried outloud.
  5. “Did you forget that Mama had to fight like this in races as well?” My mother never gave up. Her assertive nature gave her success and I envied her aggressive trait. But, my life was unnecessarily hard. “Go for broke. No pain, no gain!”
  6. The Rhyhorn crashed its forelegs into the dirt and bucked its lower body into the air. I was thrown off and fell face-first into the dirt ground. I lacked the passion to be the racer my mother expected, but I did learn one lesson from her. If I want something, I need to give it all of my effort. However, on that sunny day and in those chaotic moments, that lesson did not apply here.
  7. “I don’t like this!”
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  9. Froakie was injured and I blamed myself. Previously, I had shortly arrived in the Kalos region to continue my journey to become a Pokemon master. It was a simple mission, but I owned it. Travelling around the world, making friends and foes, and facing new rivals are the experiences that became fondly remembered; but, now I failed the Pokemon that protected me. Team Rocket, a group of questionable criminals, attacked Pikachu and myself. We stood strong against their new Pokemon partners, but the unexpected happened. Wobbuffet, in a measure of proud brashness, over shadowed us as it firmly stood in its place. It stuck out like a blue highlight on a paper already marked with yellow, and yet Wobbuffet jumped with the passion to take Pikachu’s Electro Ball. The spiraling ball of yellow shot back at us and, for a single moment, I felt as if I was going to lose everything. That is when Froakie introduced itself. It jumped from the blur of scenery and took the countering attack head on. Team Rocket’s plans would fall apart after that decisive moment; however, nothing in life comes without consequence. Froakie was courageous, but it traded its wellbeing for our safety. Its condition was now critical and I rushed to the Platane Laboratory to save the hero.
  10. “You will make it,” I whispered to the frailing Froakie as I ran up a steep hill in town.
  11. “You’re too slow brother,” Bonnie yelled as she turned to face her slowing sibling. Bonnie was a simple girl with a big heart and growing mind. She may not have been the sharpest of children, but she did everything with sincerity. She was this yellow spark that stood short and sure in every action. Her love for her friends and family glistened in her spiraling eyes of blue. She was the kind girl that aggressively acted in sight of what was right.
  12. “I’m aware of that. You and Ash go ahead. Please,” Clemont panted back at us. Clemont was a small boy with an inventive brain. He was not always right, but he worked proudly on his solutions. Clemont was like a bronze statue of a laborer, he stood proud and true in all of his person and he reflected it through his creations. His bushel of blonde hair clung low and curled upward; he was drenched. He lost motion and reverted back into that great laborer’s pose as he came to a stop.
  13. “I’m sorry, Clemont,” I said towards the strong-hearted engineer.
  14. “I keep telling him that he’s slouchy,” Bonnie whispered towards me. Her voice charmed with an innocence that excused her ignorance. In truth, Clemont worked harder than any of us.
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