My writing sucks, let me just say that. But I wanna know what you guys think about it. The main character is from my pokemon yellow. I might change some things about him, however.

His feet touched the floor as he sat on his bed, his torso covered in white bandages. He was thin, and had a smoother look to him than most boys his age. He wore loose, pink boxers. Looking up and smoothing back his short, silver hair, his fiery red eyes scanned the room, which was in chaos with clothes strewn about, a sock on the dresser, boxers on a lamp, a pair of pants hanging off the end of his bed.
He looked at the clock. "Grumph..." he mumbled. The clock's flashing light read 7:13 AM. He rubbed his eyes, yawning, as he walked over to his dresser, looking back at the flashing clock. It finally registered in his mind what time it was, and he started to panic.
Grabbing a pair of jeans off the edge of his bed, he pulled on his jacket without remembering to put a shirt on, and ran out the door, nearly knocking over his mom, who was walking to the table with a bowl of cereal.
“I’m late I’m late I’m late!” He yelled, running down the street to the lab. He stopped running, turned, then opened the door and ran inside, “Did I miss it?” muttered the boy to himself as he sprinted down the hall, his unzipped jacket flapping due to the speed. Soon he was in the empty room at the end of the hallway, old lab equipment turned off. The lights were out, and he fell to his knees, out of breath, about to pull his hair out, when he heard footsteps and turned around.
There stood Professor Oak, the famous pokemon professor, with his finger on the light switch. “Why are you here so early, Maple?” he asked, looking down at the kid, who was just getting up. “I thought I missed it.” Said Maple as he zipped up his jacket, realizing that he forgot a shirt.
“The fliers said at 6:45 PM.” The professor said as he flipped the light switch on and walked over to a table with six pokeballs on it, “Say, you seem a lot like your sister. You would have loved to meet her,” said the professor thoughtfully, “I remember the first pokemon she bonded with. A pikachu. I thought it would be a more common pokemon.”
“Why does it matter?” asked the kid, starting to fidget nervously at the mention of his sister, “She’s gone now.”
“Yes, and at such a young age, too. I was thinking you should have a pikachu as well.” Turning away to face a closet door, he motioned for Maple to follow, “I have a very special pokemon. She was the result of testing a method of cloning. She wasn’t a perfect copy and was a bit weaker than she should be, but I think with a lot of care and training, she will make the perfect companion.” Explained the Professor, as he opened the door to reveal a large room with a number of small, steel-top tables, pokeballs sitting on them.
He led Maple over to a table, the third one on the left side, and picked up the tiny pokeball. Heart monitors and wires were attached to it, connecting to a large machine in the middle of the room, beeping as it recorded the vital signs of all the pokemon. He disconnected all the wires and held the pokeball in his hands, once again motioning Maple to follow him.
Once in the main lab room again, he pressed the release button, causing the pokeball to send out a flash of red light. The light took the form of a small girl, then became a pikachu. “Wait, Professor, why does it only have one stripe on the back? Aren’t pikachu supposed to have two?” he asked, looking closely at the small electric mouse pokemon and reaching out to touch it.
“Yes, well I told you she was a bit different.” The Professor laughed, “But she’s rather clever. She won’t let you touch her unless she likes you.” He added, scratching the pikachu behind her ears, “Pikachu, this is Maple. He’s going to be your trainer. As your trainer, he will travel with you, raise you, and get to give you a nickname.” He looked over to Maple, “What do you want to name her, anyways?”
“Well…” Maple said, rubbing his chin, “I once met a strong electric and psychic type trainer. She had a pokemon called a ‘luxray’. I think I’ll name her Luxray, in hopes that she becomes just as strong as that strange fox-girl’s pokemon.”
“Then it’s decided! Luxray, you will go with Maple to see the world.” Proclaimed Oak, “Oh, and one more thing. Maple, will you take the job as my assistant and help me record all the pokemon in Kanto, Johto, Hoenn, and Sinnoh?”
Maple looked at Luxray for a few seconds, then looked up at Professor Oak, “…Alright, we’ll do it! But…” he trailed off, “Can you keep a secret?” he asked suddenly, his burning red eyes looking deeply into the Professor’s, who tried to hide his shock, “Sure. What is it?”
“Well, it’s about my sister…you see, she didn’t—“ Before he could finish what he was saying, a very elegant looking gallade walked into the room, “Master Maple!” said the pokemon, folding his arms behind him and puffing out his chest a little, “You worried us when you ran out so quickly.”
“Yeah, I was in the middle of telling the Professor something important about Fir.” Replied Maple, scratching his head and messing up his silver hair even more. “It can wait. I’m sure Master Oak understands, don’t you Master Oak?”
“Well yes, he can always tell me later. But what is so urgent that he needs to leave now?” Inquired Oak, moving over to the table to give Maple a pokedex. “He needs to get ready to leave. Seeing as how Master Maple is now old enough to challenge the pokemon league and start contests, he should get ready to go as soon as possible.” Gallade responded calmly.
“Alright, then here you go, Maple.” Said Professor Oak, turning towards Maple, ”This will automatically record data of pokemon you catch, but if the pokemon aren’t registered, you will have to input the data. I’ll tell you more about it later.”



Thats all I have for now. Try to guess some things about Maple, if you want to.

EDIT:
Added the new parts.

Here's Maple and Luxray's bio, based on pokemon bios. But some parts aren't in pokemon. I don't have his character design done yet.

Name: Maple
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bi-sexual (lol whut)
Personality: Timid
Likes: Sweet
Dislikes: Spicy
Ability: Anger Point
Hair: Silver
Eyes: Orange-Red
Moveset:
Nasty Plot
Payback
Copycat
Captivate
Type: Normal/Dark
Uses: Electric, Ground, Psychic, Dark

Name: Luxray
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bi-sexual (lol whut)
Personality: Naughty
Likes: Spicy
Dislikes: Bitter
Ability: Static
Hair: Blonde
Eyes: Brown
Moveset:
Thunderbolt
Quick Attack
Slam
Thunder Wave
Type: Electric

EDIT:
I finished Maple's character design, but I've yet to scan it.

Note: I wrote this as an assignment for English. I got an A on it. The characters in this story were drawn in the anime style, and therefore have really weird hair. Sorry about that. Oh, and this is written as if Kit was telling it to a friend or something like that, so the grammar sounds like how I would talk normally. After all, Kit was based on me…kind of…I mean; she is a gay psychic fox demon pirate with power over electricity. Nothing odd about that at all…

A lot of times, I’m blamed for doing something wrong. I don’t actually know why. I never figure out who actually did it. This one time, I was just chillin’, doing my own thing, when I hear this noise. Now, it got me curious, so I went to check it out. I go to the living room, and the whole place is trashed. Like, a freakin’ tornado went through there trashed. And I said to my self, “Hey man, this is kinda weird.” I had just cleaned the place. Made it spotless and everything.
So my roommate comes home after shopping or whatever she does, and she’s all like, “Kit, what did you do?” And I’m all, “I didn’t do anything. I just cleaned the place.” And so she starts yelling at me, tellin’ me how its bad to lie, and I get mad, because I didn’t do anything wrong. And I hear a loud popping noise, and it turns out her favorite lamp’s light bulb exploded.
So we both start freakin’ out, because the lamp wasn’t even on, and it was a nice lamp, too. Later, it turns out it somehow blew a fuse. Anyways, we figure we should tell someone, so I called my mom and told her about the living room and light bulb, and she tells me not to worry about it and tells me that she’ll be at my apartment by tomorrow. I ask her why she needs to come to over to my place for this kinda thing, but she already hung up. So I figure, what ever.
I go to my room to get some sleep after cleaning the living room again, and when I wake up, one of my eyes starts to hurt. My sheets are covered in orange and white fur, and my ears are feeling funny. The base of my spine itches too, and I figure something is up. I go to check things out in the mirror, and my hurting eye is red. Like, blood red. Not the whole eye, but the iris. The pupil disappeared, too. But what I notice the most is my ears.
They aren’t human anymore. They didn’t move, they just changed in shape, so now they look like fox ears. I tug on my ears, and it turns out, they are real. And it hurts to pull on ‘em. And then I turned around and noticed I had a small fox-ish tail poking out of my pajama top. So I’m all, what the heck is goin’ on here. I mean, I was human last I checked, and now I’m some fox freak. Not full fox, mind you, just got the ears and tail. So I put on an eye patch from a pirate costume I have and put on a hat with ear flaps, the kind with the poof ball on the top, and I put on a long shirt and loose pants (tucking my new tail into my pants) and feel lucky my hands or face didn’t change.
So I leave my room to get some breakfast, and my roommate is out there and she says, “Good morning, Kit.” Then goes on to ask me about my clothes and I just tell her I didn’t plan to go out anywhere today and she just looks at me funny. Anyways, after I have a bowl of cereal and resist eating my roommate’s pet hamster, I remember my mom was gonna come over today, and I start worrying, because my roommate never met my mom, and she might not like her, because my mom is kinda off in the head. But luckily enough, my roommate said she had plans for that day and that she might not be back until tomorrow, then leaves.
So after looking around in some health books and on the internet to try to figure out what might be wrong with me, my mom comes. My mom is kind of strange looking. You can’t see her eyes because they look like they’re closed, and her bangs look really weird. After a short conversation about what happened the day before, she asks me about my choice in clothing and pulls up my eye patch, and I can’t do anything about it. She accidentally pulled off my hat so both my ears and my eye is revealed.
She doesn’t comment about the ears, but asks about my eye. When I tell her I don’t know, she mutters something about something having gone wrong. I ask her about this and she just directs her attention to my ears, talking about how big and rounded they are, instead of asking about why I have them. I shoot back at her asking why hers are so round and she says that hers are pointy. Like I said, my mom is a bit off in the head.
So then she asks me about my tail, and I’m all WTF WALLHAX because I didn’t tell her about my tail, but she just keeps asking me about it, so I pull the back of my shirt up a bit and she tells me that it should be bigger, but because I’m a mutt (no pun intended) it was bound to be short. At this point I’m confused, because I thought my mom would figure I was some kind of freak, and she’s just evaluating me on how my ears and tail look.
Well, after I get my hat and eye patch back on and tucked my tail in, mom tells me she brought something for me. So she opens a bag she brought in with her and takes out a lavender outfit with white edges. You know, the one I wear all the time? Anyways, she told me to try it on so I left the room and changed into it and came back out and she said that even though it was a bit loose I should grow into it. Turns out I didn’t, but oh well.
Oh, and when I got back from the other room she had suddenly grown fox ears and a really big tail. I asked her about this and she jumped a bit and said she forgot to tell me something. So I ask her what it is, and she tells me I’m half fox demon. I said, “I thought I was half Japanese, is this the other half?” And she says to me, “No, you are a Japanese fox demon. Not Japanese AND a fox demon.” I get a bit confused but figure there isn’t anything I could do about it. Better learn to live than live to learn.
I ask her about my eye, because if she were a demon she would know spells to fix this kind of thing, right? Well, she tells me she can’t do anything, but she will try to help. She pulls out a miniature harp out of her purse and plays a short song, and the next thing I know there is this sad purple and blue ball of flame with - get this - empty looking eyes. Yeah, the thing had hollow eyes and gave off a sad aura. Anyways, my mom says to it, “Get me that hat and eye patch from when I visited this dimension as a pirate.” And the thing talks, even though it doesn’t have a mouth and says okay, and then disappears in a puff of smoke.
So I’m covering my right eye with my hand, because I took the eye patch off when I changed into this psychic outfit thing, and my eye hurts when there is light around. A few minutes later the flame thing comes back wearing an eye patch and a funny lookin’ pirate hat. My mom takes these things off of it and says it can go back now, and it poofs away again.
So she says a few words in Japanese and some strange language I’ve never heard of and the eye patch starts glowing. Then it stops and she tells me to put the hat and eye patch on, so I figure I might as well, seeing as how my mom doesn’t like it when people tell her no.
Next thing I know I’m a pirate fox demon. But the best thing was that the eye patch let me have depth perception, even though I was looking through one eye. Although I gotta say, it is kinda trippy.
Afterwards, she asks me if there is anything else she should know, and I figure after all this she should be okay with me telling her. So I take a deep breath, and just tell her plainly that I was gay. After a few seconds of her staring at me, she started to grin, then chuckled, then was laughing very loudly, putting her hand on my shoulder for support, and I’m all, what the heck is goin’ on here?

That's all for now.

Okay, don't kill me for necromancing my own thread, but...

For some odd reason, strange symbols keep appearing where I typed quotation marks, trailing periods, the like. I'll fix that on Kit's Story later, and it seemed to fix itself on Maple's Story.

But it must be said: My writing sucks. And you guys need to help me improve it. Give me tips on the grammar, descriptions, things like that.

Also, if you have any ideas of what should happen next in one of those stories, please, do tell me.

That is it for the shameful self-promotional bump.

You should probably write in past tense instead of present. Reading your work, the mental voice I hear sounds like the cliche dizzy blond that you see in teen movies. You should probably focus more on your style and organization of your sentences. I know when I write, I try to make it so that every paragraph has its own central theme, and when I've explained that theme to its fullest extent, I move on to the next paragraph.