Vanessa waited near the exit, “Congrats, Franklin, that was an exciting battle.”
“Thanks,” Franklin looked down as he walked past her.
“Everything alright? I thought you would be more, more energetic.”
“Yeah your right sorry. Where is.?
“They are getting ready for their match. They go on soon.”
Vanessa and Franklin sat, awaiting Daisy match.
You didn’t hold up your end of the deal. Your mother will hear from us.
“Introducing Daisy’s opponent, trainer we fear that’s in our mind, Max!”
Your mother will hear from us.
Franklin remembered Julie’s frightened face as the old man walked away
“Max and Slowpoke win the first round!”
The crowd erupted with Max cheers and awes.
“Hang in there, Daisy,” her sister shouted.
Your Vileplume. You had your Vileplume.
Franklin remembered the Vileplume on the gurney with the swirl in it’s eye.
“And it’s over! Max wins the match in style!”
“Max! Max! Max!”
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