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Pokemon: starting in sinnoh

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A girl named Hikari gets reincarnated into the Pokemon world, in the Sinnoh region then goes on a journey. There will be references to other anime and other random stuff. The best way to describe this is space balls, at it's core its pokemon, but there is random references to other media and dumb jokes. WARNING: English is my first language and I suck at it. This is my first time writing, so expect bad punctuation, grammar mistakes, please let me know if you have any suggestions. Updates: please bear with me, I am watching diamond and pearl, plus have school, and a job so updates may take a while. I try to post at least once within two weeks. While I love writing, in the end for me this is a hobby and I am prioritizing my college education. Don't worry about me dropping this, I have had a a lot of fun writing this, and I find it as a nice stress reliever. I won't mind if someone turns this into an audio book on Youtube or something. Just let me know I wanna listen too and for the love of god don't use the voice that sounds congested. Leave a comment if you want to ask for permission. The cover is not mine, all rights belong to Nintendo, Satoshi Tajiri, The only thing that belongs to me are my original characters, any references to other media do not belong to me either.
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