A/N: I (obviously) do not own Pokemon. Only the plot and any unfamilier characters belong to me.

Saturday morning, 6:00 a.m.

*beep beep beep beep*

I fished around for the alarm clock with my eyes still closed. It took me a good five minutes of it, but I finally got it turned off. I hate alarm clocks, but without them I'd always be late. Well, I'm still always late, but they always wake me up on time. I just either go back to sleep or waste time when I'm getting ready. Another bad thing about them is that I always forget to turn them off on weekends, like right now, and end up waking up at six in the morning when in actuality I would've slept until noon like the lazy person I am.

By the way, my name is Adele Lerman. I'm fifteen years old and am going to be starting out on my journey across Kanto soon with my best friend Madeline Eckert. Well, not if my mom has anything to say about it. She's been trying to convince me to stay home and knit with her for the last month. Sorry mom, but that's not going to happen. Maddy and I have been planning this since we were seven-we'd go on our journey together, me becoming the ultimate trainer and she becoming a top class Pokémon healer and making millions. Sure it's a bit far-fetched, but I know we can do it. We have to.

I was still lying there with eyes shut tight and willing myself to fall back asleep even though I knew that was impossible, once I'm awake, I'm awake. No two ways about it. After a few minutes of stalling I gave sleep up as a lost cause and dragged myself reluctantly out of bed. I threw on a pair of black basketball shorts and a green and blue tee shirt. I go for comfort, not style. I found a green scrunchi and threw my curly blonde hair up into a ponytail. It probably resembled a bale of hay, but like I said: comfort, not style.

I thundered down the stairs clumsily still only half awake. Mom says I sound like drunken Phanpy when I do this. She's probably right. I passed her when I walked through the kitchen which smelled like my favorite blueberry pancakes. "Morning," I said groggily

"Good Morning, Della. Forget to turn off your alarm clock again?" she asked with a smile on her face. She knows me so well. I filled myself a plate of pancakes and drowned them all in syrup; just the way I like it. Mom frowned at my plate; she says that all the sugar I eat is going to kill me one day, but she must've decided to let it be. One of the things I love about my mom is that she's not extremely uptight. Maddy's mother is always barking at her for something- grades mostly. Even though Maddy works nonstop to get straight A's it's never enough for the old cow. That's probably why Maddy's over at our house so much.

I quickly wolfed down my four pancakes (mom says I have the stomach of a Snorlax and the metabolism of a Bellsprout) and was left bored without anything to do. My little sister Stella was still asleep and would've murdered me if I woke her up. She's got quite the temper for someone so small. Maddy's mom would have an aneurism if I came over and I'm not allowed to go wandering about by myself, and it's not like I have a Pokémon yet. It's going to be a long day.

Thanks for reading this! It's my first story on here and I'm really nervous about how it turned out, so if you spot any grammar mistakes please let me know in a review. Tell me what you think about it, but please, don't be too harsh. Im new at this. Constructive critisism is welcome. Thanks again!