Pokemon: Lavender Lock-On Ed.
As one of the Lavender natives, I always get strange looks at school. I go to school in Celadon, and they all think I'm some kind of psychotic freak. But in actuality, I'm a normal kid just like them. In fact, the Youngster sprite from my Pokemon Sapphire game looks just like me; except I don't wear those goofy shorts and I detest yellow. But the game is correct on one plane: we're both under ten. I just turned eight last month. Despite the fact that Pokemon is for kids ten and up, more like at least thirteen, I am an avid fan of the manga, cards, T.V. show and books. I even have my own Pokemon, a Snubbull that I left unnamed.
Lavender gets a lot of visitors, whether they just want to bury their Pokemon or just see the town of nutjobs and verging suicides. That's why I wasn't surprised when I saw a group of people, if you can call it a group, ask me to take them to Pokemon Tower. I walked them to it and they asked me to escort them to the top floor, as the stairs confused them into get