The kid's lips tremble as they see their Milktank fall onto the ground, defeated and unconscious after just a few attacks. The kid fall to Its knees as their classmates began to whisper behind them. The battle ended and it was clear to see who was the winner.
"B-but, my Milktank is a normal type! Your Gengar-" he started but was interrumped by the green haired girl in front of them "It's a ghost AND poison type who knows moves types besides those two." She said with disdain while looking at the limp pokèmon lying on the ground while her ghostly companion chuckles.

The kids forming the small crow resume their whispers "aren't they suppose to be the smartest, one would thought..." "isn't that Milktank their mother's? Did they stole it?".
The kid pressed their hand on their ears before releasing a frustrated groan and returning the still unconscious pokèmon to Its ball and running away with their friends running behind him just seconds after.

The green haired girl then decides to the check on a smaller kid hiding besides a thrashcan. She walked up to what looked to be a kid no older than 6 years old but before she could even utter a single word the kid ran away, leaving a black and white bandana with a familiar pattern on it.

Small side story of a character I did back when I was playing pkmn Sun/Moon.