Cynthia Smith__________________________________________
While panting heavily, a girl dove into a patch of grass. Apparently she had lost whoever was chasing her at the time.
"Good. I lost them" She said, while checking the area closely, for any signs of any trainer that had been there.
"If I was caught, I don't know what I would do with myself." said this girl. She looked like a scyther, one of the pokemorphs. she had broken into a mans shed, trying to shield herself from the never ending rain. Staying under the shelter of grass, a hoppip jumped out of the grass, also running, but Cynthia - the girl who had run into the grass- hadn't known what the little cottonweed pokemon had been running from. But apparently, it was close.
Taking a closer look at the Hoppip, she had realized it was happy.
"At least one of us is happy. Now, why so happy little one?" She asked, not knowing why this little cottonweed was running happily. She heard a voice calling the Hoppip. She became more alert instantly, knowing that it was probably a trainer.
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"A scyther ran into the forest, unknowing what adventure was to come"