Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon.
Chapter 1: The Journey Begins!
"Shay, wake up! Your friends Daven and Seth are here! Did you forget today is the day you three get your first Pokemon?" Mom's words struck me like lightning and I sprung out of bed. Professor Oak had already made me wait three extra years to start my journey, I wasn't waiting any longer. I was thirteen now and more than ready to become a Pokemon trainer. For the passed three years I had been helping Prof. Oak out with raising the Pokemon in his lab. He told me I could have on and start my journey as soon as the youngest child in town got his Pokemon Trainer's license. That was little Seth who just turned ten a week ago. Daven was thirteen like me and was more bitter than me about waiting so long.
My mom gave me a quick kiss on the cheek before I ran out the front door the meet the boys. "It took you long enough, Shay. We've been waiting since sunrise!" snapped Daven.
Seth smiled and shyly suggested, "How about we head over to the lab now." He pointing to the path leading to Oak's office.
Daven smirked and took off running. "Last one there's a rotten egg!" he shouted at us.
Seth and I ran after him. I slacked my stepping so Seth could pass me and feel a bit better about himself. Daven picked on him a lot just because he was younger than us.
When we arrived at the lab Daven slammed the doors open and boasted, "Ha! I'm the winner! And looks like you're the rotten egg, Shay! You know what they say, you snooze you lose!" He cackled at his own joke.
I rolled my eyes and looked over at Seth who was snickering. I scoffed and continued into the lab.
Prof. Oak was waiting for us and holding a tray with three Pokeballs on it. "So I see you all have made it. Might I say congratulation on starting your Pokemon journeys. I hope all of you succeed and make many friends along the way. For now, take one of these Pokemon to start with," he said pointing at the balls.
"Which one's which, old man?" Daven asked, pushing me behind him. "Because I want Charmander. Can you point out which one is Charmander?"
Oak laughed nervously and said, "Well you see I don't have a Charmander. Or a Bulbasaur or even a Squirtle. Instead, each of you will receive an Eevee to keep things fair. It was my grandson's idea."
"Booooooriiiing!" shouted Daven before snatching a ball. "Okay, Eevee, come out," he demanded while clicking the button. A red beam of light spewed out and an Eevee appeared. It looked around the room and was shaking timidly. It looked up at its new trainer and its ears folded back. "I'm your new master now, got it?" The Eevee nodded.
I took the other two balls and handed one to Seth. He released it and out came another Eevee, this one more energetic and happy. It jumped into Seth's arms and nuzzled his chin.
"No fair! Mine's a little scaredy cat!" complained Daven.
I threw out my ball and called, "Go! Eevee!" Out came a third Eevee and it shook its coat roughly. It ran up to its Pokeball and headbutted it, sending the ball flying all the way to the other side of the room.
"Hey, Shay, wanna trade? Your Eevee seems like its cooler than mine," Daven pointed out.
"No, no, no," interrupted Oak. "You all chose the perfect Eevee. Shay, I wanted you to have the most difficult to train Eevee because his vicious nature and stubbornness will be a challenge even for you. Daven, you've got a harsh attitude so I wanted you to have the most timid of the three. You'll need to be gentle and caring if you want her to listen to you. And for you, Seth, I gave the easiest to train and most playful and loving of the three."
Daven grunted and returned his Eevee to her Pokeball.
I walked to the other side of the room to retrieve mine, but before I could call back my Eevee, he jumped and bit my hand and I dropped the ball. "Oh no you don't!" I scolded before grabbing the ball and returning him.
Seth smiled at his and said, "Okay, Eevee, time to return to your Pokeball. We can play later." With ease his Eevee returned to the ball.
The three of us each left the lab. As I was headed back onto the path home to say goodbye to my mom, Daven stopped me. "Hey, I challenge you to a battle!" He threw his Pokeball into the air and out came his scared little Eevee.
I sighed and said, "Fine. Let's do this, Eevee." I tossed my ball and out came my Eevee, pumped and ready to fight. He bore his teeth at the other Eevee as a form of intimidation.
"What are you doing? Tackle attack, Eevee!" Daven shouted.
"Quick, Eevee, Sand-attack!" My Eevee nodded curtly and kicked the dirt in Daven's Eevee's eyes. The Tackle missed. "Now, Tackle!" My Eevee charged at her with all his might. It was a critical hit! Daven's Eevee was down.
"What? I can't believe this! Whatever. You'll see, next time I'll have more Pokemon and they'll be so strong they'll send you home crying to your mama." He returned his Eevee and sulked off.
I shortly returned home where my mother greeted me with a tight hug. She handed me a backpack and said, "This is everything you'll need. Be sure to contact me if you need anything else, okay?"
I smiled and nodded.
She squeezed me tighter and I could hear here sobbing. "Don't leave forever. Promise me you'll come home one day."
"I promise. But first I have to become a great Pokemon Trainer, just like Dad." I pulled out of her grip and slipped on the backpack.
She smiled and said, "Right. Well, good luck, Shay. I love you."
"I love you, too, Mom." I gave her one last hug and left the house. I pulled the Pokeball out of my pocket and let out Eevee. He shook his head glared at me. I smiled, picked him up, and put him on my shoulder. "Don't worry, boy, you don't have to go back so long as you stick to my side. Got it?"
He pouted but nodded his head.
"Good. I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship."
