My first pokemon story! :3

So yeah, sorry if I'm not very good, I was watching some pokemon espisodes earlier as 'research' as I call it every time my little brother walks in. xD He probably things it's weird to see your older sister still watch pokemon. Just about an hour ago, I was watching an espisode with Drew in it and I couldn't help but kyaa, he's awesome. My dad sat and watched for a total of two minutes before deciding that the contests were too girly and was sickened by it...

-shrug- That's my dad for you.

Disclaimer: I do not own pokemon, only Professor Maple and Teiraa, that's all

Enjoy!

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"Why won't it fit?!" I shouted impatiently, trying to tug my shoe on. It was early in the morning; my hair was messy for I hadn't touched it since I got up. I also felt my jacket tag in face but I didn't care, I had to leave, now.

I heard my mother chuckle behind me as she ran a brush through my blonde hair. "Maybe because you are attempting to put it on backwards, and please fix your jacket, I don't think you want your hood in your face." I glared at her as I turned my shoe around and fixed it correctly on my foot. I switched around my black hoodie as my mom tucked my hair into a ponytail. "Alright get movin'. Don't forget your backpack." She advised as I stood.

I snatched the black backpack as I swung the door open. I shouted one last goodbye over my shoulder with a wave as I rushed out the door. The sun had barely risen by the time I was half-way there. I had to get to Professor Maple's laboratory as soon as I could, I wanted first pick. A cool breeze prickled the skin on my arms, making me shiver.

Today was the day I got my first pokémon so the cold didn't bother me. Every year, trainers who are thirteen or older are able to get their pokémon from Professor Maple when she comes back to the Region for two days a year. She came back late the day before so I wanted to be first there, who knew what kind of pokémon she had and I didn't want to miss anything.

No one was to be seen as I approached the laboratory's large front doors. I could hear voices inside though, a scurry of scientists getting ready for the mass of new trainers today. I gulped and nervously knocked on the front door, my eyes darting down to my feet as my face burned hotly. A sudden whoosh told me that the door has swung open and someone gathered me into a bear hug.

"Oh Teiraa, why didn't you tell me that you were getting your first pokémon today?" A female voice cried, clutching me tightly to her chest. I looked up weakly at woman, laughing and avoid the looks of the confused scientists.

"Please, Professor Maple, let go, you are crushing me." I muttered, trying to pull myself away from her. Professor Maple was a long time family friend, ever since my parents were kid, they had traveled together as trainers, and it was amazing to hear their tales.

She finally let go of me and I stumbled away letting the blood return to the rest of my body. Despite Professor Maple's delicate build, she was strong and could give one mean hug. I rubbed the red areas where she had grabbed me slowly, glancing around. "So, my pokémon…" I stammered, embarrassed, was I rushing her?

The researcher smiled and started drifting toward a set of doors just to the left. She swung the door open to show a whole room of pokémon, they were everywhere. I couldn't help but stare in awe.

"These are all the pokémon I collected over the year. But there is no time to waste; I know just the pokémon for you!" She grabbed my hand, dragging me in what seemed a random direction. I pleaded inside my head that it would be the pokémon I wanted, a skitty, they were so cute and gentle, and it would be perfect! And Delacatty were absolutely amazing and beautiful, it was my dream pokémon!



A sudden bark broke my thoughts as Professor Maple stopped in front a large furry body, it's coat bristling aggressively. "I know he doesn't look very friendly but I think you could do wonders with him. Did you know your father's first pokémon was a Growlithe?" She turned to me, grinning eagerly.

'NO! That's not the pokémon I want!' I thought in despair. I was actually terrified of fire pokémon, especially growlithe and arcanines since when I was little; my father's gave me a terrible burn on my cheek. I still had a scar but it was hard to see, just a tiny patch of oddly colored flesh. "You sure that's the right pokémon for me?" I asked nervously, playing with my thumbs, slowly making distance between me and the dog pokémon.

Professor Maple's expression widened even more. "If you are any ounce of your father's daughter, this growlithe will be no problem!" She chimed happily, handing me a pokeball, obviously Growlithe's. I slowly held it up and withdrew the still snarling growlithe.

I turned to her, not trying to show too much disappointment. "Are you sure that I should, I mean, I am a beginner…" I said, trying to give the hint that I wanted a different pokémon without being to blunt. Professor Maple kept on smiling, oblivious to my desperation.

"He will be perfect for you; you two have the same firey personality." She laughed at her own lame joke, I couldn't help but moan.

More trainers had entered with the different scientist as I made my way back to the doors, Growlithe's pokeball clutched in my hand. Why was I doing this, I am terrified of Growlithe? I thought unhappily, lowering my head. I stepped outside and gazed to the gray sky, it looked like rain but I had to get moving if I wanted to find somewhere to camp before dark.

"I'm on my own now, I have to stay calm and think clearly." I muttered softly, looking in the direction of the road out of town and nodded to myself, I would be just fine.

Wind whipped around me as I worked my way into the forest, branches whipping at my face, leaving small bruises. I could feel the first few drops of rain coming down, making my mood even worse. "First Growlithe, then tree branches whipping at me and now rain. Great." I muttered, smoothing out my hair.

Suddenly, a downpour of rain came down all at once, sending me running for cover. I soon found a willow tree, its branches blocking out the rain outside. With a sigh, I slumped against its large trunk and slid down onto my bottom.

'Growlite must be lonely.' I thought, feeling sorry for the pokémon. I decided that I should face my fear and help the little guy. I unclipped the pokeball from my sling bag and the usual red beam shot out, revealing the growlithe. His pelt bristled automatically, snarling at me, his black eyes darting about. "Hey, it's okay, I'm nice." I said nervously, reaching my hand out to pet him. He just snapped at my hand which made me withdraw immediately.

The little dog pokémon backed out of the branches slowly but with a yelp, he rushed back in, he obviously didn't like the water.



I don't know how long it was silent, Growlithe sat near the branches, his coat had flattened a little but his eyes were still locked on me with hostility. I still sat against the trunk, my arms wrapped around my knees as I shivered from the cold air that swirled around me. I slowly kept drifting off but I was afraid that Growlithe would see that as a moment of weakness and try to hurt me or something.

But it was too much, I was so tired and the cold was starting to get to me. I sneezed as my eyes drooped and I placed my head against the rough bark, putting up my hood to soften it though. A wave of sleep crashed over me as my eyes snapped shut.

A sudden crash of lighting jolted me awake, I gazed around wildly. I had been sleepy quietly and so…warmly…

I gazed down to my lap and saw a bundle of fur rising and falling slowly in rhythm; Growlithe had fallen asleep in my lap. I started to run my hands through the pokémon's warm, soft fur, comforting me. I slowly shifted the growlite so that his warm body was against my chest, hugging him tightly. I leaned once more against the trunk and fell asleep.

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Please R/R!

The Real Teiraa,

Twilla-Chan