Alright. If you are reading this, sometime in the future I have decided to post this revised edition of Chapter 1 because El Torro and JohtoBlue gave me some very helpful criticism. If this is ever read by anyone other than me, I have them to thank.

I posted my first version of this on May 31st, 2013. It was very undetailed and Colman had next to no personality. A major turn-off for potential readers, which is probably why I haven't gotten many reviews... anyway, I hope you enjoy this. And for my three readers that read this story before I do/don't post this (still haven't decided), I hope you enjoy this more.

Then again, I could be the only one to ever read this.

Before you start to wonder why I'm talking like this, I'm watching MIB III and Griffin is doing his weird multiple possibilities thing... if you've seen it, you understand.

Colman's Team (idea for team lists from El Torro, who got it from pokestets23, who got it from... I don't really know...)

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"Come on Colman, or I'll set Poliwrath on you." said a feminine voice of around fourteen. Colman's eyes flashed open to see his older sister, April Calhoun, grinning and holding a Pokeball.

"You wouldn't."

"I would." She reached her finger towards the button.

"You're a lover not a fighter." Colman challenged.

April shrugged. "I work to breed only the best Pokemon. They still have to be strong."

Colman raised an eyebrow. "Fair enough," he replied. "But I still have to get dressed." April put up her hands and walked slowly out of the room. Once she was gone, Colman stood up and put on traveling clothes. Navy polo shirt, blue jeans, white socks, black and orange sneakers, and his analog Sandshrew watch. He picked up his backpack, already packed with extra food and clothes, and took one last look in the mirror. He had clean cut blonde hair, one brown eye and one green one, and he put it firmly in his mind.

"This is who you are right now." he told himself. "When you get back from Indigo Plateau many months from now, you might look very different. So don't forget this version of you."

"Enough sentiment!" his Pokemon-obsessed side yelled back. "Lets get going before we do look different!" Colman took off down the stairs.

His family waited at the table. His mom and dad stood tall, as usual, her with shoulder length blonde hair and green eyes, him with curly brown hair and blue eyes. His brown eye, Colman assumed came from his grandfather, Roland Calhoun, who lived in Sinnoh, had brown eyes when they had visited him three years before.

His sister April, from earlier, was a spitting image of his mom, but not nearly as tall. In fact, Colman had almost caught up with her. His two younger twin brothers, Howie and Aaron, were like sensible mixes of his mother and father. Brown hair and green eyes. The two seven year-olds were currently thumb wrestling, oblivious to the fact they were about to see him for one of the last times in about eight months.

He said good-bye, and they told him they'd come to the lab after he'd gotten his starter.

He nodded. "Okay, then. See you soon." and he sprinted out the door, all the way to Oak's Lab.

He ran up the stairs in the hot sun, nearing the lab doors. Ten years ago, only Bulbasaur, Charmander, and Squirtle had been available as starters, but ever since Pallet Town celebrity Ash Ketchum had gotten Pikachu, a lot of others like Cubone, Pidgey, Spearow, Oddish, Sandshrew, Eevee, and of course, Pikachu, had been available as well. But it didn't matter. Colman knew what he wanted. He got to the top and opened the door.

"Professor Oak?" he called, and Gary stepped in.

"Hey Colman! Grandpa's in the next room. Come on!" he said, leading him into the Pokemon Selection Center of Operations.

Colman took it all in. In the middle was a circular dais with three Pokeballs forming a triangle in the middle. On his left was a touch-screen selector where unsure trainers narrowed it down by type, height, weight, number of moves at level five, etc. On his right was the Randomizer, which looked like a giant gum-ball machine, where you got a random Pokemon without any idea of what it could possibly be. Beyond the circular dais was a Personality Quiz where you were matched with the perfect Pokemon for your personality. They called it pokeHarmony.

Samuel Oak smiled. "Which one then?" he asked. Colman pointed at the one in the middle. The old man smiled. "Good. I don't like these new machines." he gestured to the rest. "Now which one will it be? You're the first one here, so go ahead and take whichever one you want."

"Squirtle, sir!" Colman exclaimed.

Gary beamed. "Dude, that's every Oak's starter, in the history of like, ever." Sam reached over and grabbed Squirtle's Pokeball, handing it to Colman.

"Here is Squirtle, a Pokedex, and five more Pokeballs to get you started. Now, what would you like to be: Trainer, coordinator, breeder, or researcher?"

"Trainer!" Colman said without another thought. "It's my dream to win the Indigo League."

Gary nodded. "Good luck to you then." Colman took the Pokedex and Pokeballs and ran down the stairs.

Colman ran out and down the stairs, nearly jumping out of his socks. He was so excited! What would he catch? Who would he meet? He had no clue.

"Get ready, Kanto!" he yelled, halfway down. "Colman Calhoun is coming at ya!"

When he got to the bottom, his family was there, waiting for him.

"Which one did you get?" his dad asked. Colman threw out Squirtle's Pokeball, and it hit the gravel, popping open and revealing the blue turtle, who turned around and eyed his trainer. The Pokemon nodded approvingly before stretching and yawning.

"Cool," Howie said, stretching it into four long syllables. "But where's your Charmander?"

Aaron sighed. "Idiot. He didn't get one! He got Squirtle!"

Colman laughed and walked to his sister first, who pulled out an egg. "I know I just got here last night," she started, "but I got to get back out there."

Colman smiled. "Yeah. How's the business?"

"You know. The usual stuff. I'm one of twenty-three, traveling across all the regions, trading, selling, and giving away Pokemon eggs. And so- here." she handed him the egg. It was red-orange, with yellow flames crawling up it.

"Don't try to identify it. You can't. I don't even know exactly what it is."

"Does anyone?" Colman asked.

"No, only my uh, friend. My friend." she said quickly.

Colman grinned. "Is this friend a boy?" he winked.

She sputtered. "No! Yes... possibly. Just shut up. Maybe I'll see you on your journey."

Colman stepped over to his parents. "I guess this is good-bye."

His father gripped him tightly by the shoulders. "Look at me." he commanded. Colman stared into his intense blue eyes. "Never say good-bye. Because good-bye means leaving. And leaving means forgetting. You're coming back alright?" Colman nodded quickly.

"Yes sir." he turned to his mother. He hugged her, and she cried. "Just come back safe. And call sometime soon."

He nodded. "See you soon." he walked over to his brothers, pointing finger-guns at both of them. They were still arguing about the best starter.

"But Squirtle beats Charmander!" Aaron argued.

"But Charmander beats Bulbasaur, who beats Squirtle. So Charmander is the best!" Howie said confidently.

"Stick'em up partners!" Colman said quietly.

They pointed finger guns back at him.

"Not if you stick'em up first!" they yelled.

He laughed. "Stay safe." he told them.

The confident ten year-old recalled Squirtle and ran down Route 1, thinking he was ready for anything.

He wasn't.

Not even close.

Okay then. I hope this is a much better version then the other one, which was really quite terrible. Also, I've been doing a lot of reading on FanFiction, and none of the trainer fics have a main character with Squirtle as a starter. None. At least, not that I know of. Most people have Charmander or Pikachu. It's a little annoying. Get ready for my unorthodox Pokemon story! And review. Please!

Hats off to you!

-FedoraFan

Bonus scene:

Howie looked up at his dad, who seemed to have calmed down about his oldest son leaving. "If Colman dies, can I have his room?" the seven year-old asked. Aaron, who stood nearby sweat dropped in embarrassment.

His dad shrugged, looking at the entrance to Route 1, which Colman had just disappeared down. "Yeah, sure."

Howie pumped his fist. "Yes!" he stuck his tongue out at his twin.

Aaron looked at April pleadingly. "Poliwrath?"

"With pleasure." April muttered, pulling out the Pokeball.

Ten seconds later, Howie was soaking wet, and Aaron and April were grounded.