Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Pokemon franchise and never will. This is a story I just wrote for fun because I'm a fan of Pokemon.

Also, I used some Bulbapedia articles and some pages on Serebii for reference while writing this.

I also don't own the song "Unwritten" by Natasha Bedingfield, which was the inspiration for the title of this story.

However, I do own this story and most of the characters. No stealing!

Note: Before posting it here, I did have this posted on a page on Neopets. I did not steal this story; the one who posted it on there was me. I promise; please don't accuse me of stealing this story.

EDIT (6/23/13): Fixed a couple errors that I noticed.

Now that that's out of the way, please enjoy! :)


Chapter 1 - The Journey Begins! Farewell, Pallet Town!

Beep... Beep... Beep...

Ten-year-old Celeste groaned as her alarm clock woke her from her deep, peaceful slumber. She rolled over onto her stomach, pulling her covers and pillow over her head in an attempt to drown out the irritating sound.

"What is that horrible sound...?" she mumbled, her voice muffled.

After a minute, as her senses awakened slowly, she reached out toward her alarm clock on her nightstand, feeling for the snooze button with her fist. She finally struck it after about seven misses; the beeps stopped. Her arm dropped limply down the side of her bed.

Through the thickness of the covers and pillow, Celeste heard her bedroom door creak open.

"Celeste!" her mother, Samantha, exclaimed. "Wake up!"

"I don't want to..."

"Really?" Samantha smirked, folding her arms across her chest. "Then I guess you don't want to go on your Pokemon journey then, do you?"

Celeste leaped out from under the covers, suddenly wide awake. "That's today?!"

Samantha laughed. "Yes, it is. Now get ready. You don't want to be late to get your first Pokemon!" She exited the room, shutting the door behind her.

Celeste's aquamarine eyes glanced over to her alarm clock. It was six o'clock. She sighed. Plenty of time, she thought, relaxing herself. Starter Pokemon won't be given out until seven.

She observed her appearance in her full-length mirror. Her dirty blonde hair was a Rattata's nest, frizzing and standing up in every direction imaginable; and the black T-shirt and gray shorts that she always wore to bed were wrinkled and twisted awkwardly. It was obvious that she had just rolled out of bed.

Celeste approached her closet, flinging the door open and observing the clothes that were stored within it. She carefully picked out the items that she thought matched. Once she made her decision, she threw off her sleepwear and changed into the clothing chosen.

She examined her apparel in the mirror. She donned a blue tank top; a black crop vest; black, blue, and white stiped wristbands; a black denim miniskirt; blue and white striped knee socks; and black sneakers.

Celeste smiled. "Perfect!" She looked at her reflection from head to toe, then back up; her aquamarine eyes stopped at her messy, dirty blonde hair. She sighed.

"But still gotta fix that..."

She grabbed her hairbrush from the top of her dresser and raked it through the mess of tangles and frizz atop her head. It was painful and time-consuming, but she managed to straighten it out to where it fell neatly to her shoulders in shaggy layers.

With a satisfied sigh, Celeste set her hairbrush back down on top of her dresser. She studied herself in the mirror one last time, her lips curling into a frown.

"Something's missing," she muttered, "but what...?" Her eyes focused on the top of her head in the mirror; when it struck her, it was as if a light bulb flicked on in her head. "Oh, right!" She darted to her dresser, pulling out the top drawer and rummaging through its contents. She yanked out a black beanie with blue stitching and slipped it on over her dirty blonde hair.

"Now it's perfect!" she told herself.


Celeste pranced down the stairs, humming happily to herself as she entered the kitchen. "Hi, Mom! I'm ready to leave now—"

"Did you pack your things?" Samantha asked, eying her daughter warily.

Celeste froze. "No..." she groaned, and then turned on her heel and headed back upstairs.


Ten minutes later, Celeste returned, a black denim backpack slung over her shoulder. "Okay, Mom, I've packed everything now. Can I—"

"Really?" Samantha took a quick sip from her coffee mug. "Did you pack your pajamas?"

"Yes."

"Toothbrush and toothpaste?"

"Yes."

"Hairbrush?"

"Check."

"Money?"

Celeste paused for a second, thinking over whether she put PokeDollars in her backpack. "Yeah. Check."

"Notebook? Pencil?"

"Check, and check."

"Pencil sharpener?" Samantha smirked and raised an eyebrow.

Celeste laughed. "Of course, Mom! What kind of a traveling writer forgets to pack a pencil sharpener?"

Samantha chuckled and shrugged. "Well, you never know. There may be somebody who forgets something like that..."

"So you think I'm ready to go now?" Celeste asked hopefully.

Her mother nodded. "Yes, I believe you are." She gave Celeste a sincere look. "But remember to be careful out there, Celeste. Not all of the Kanto region is as peaceful as Pallet Town..."

"I know, Mom." Celeste smiled. "Don't worry, though. I'm ten years old now. I'll be fine!"

Samantha beamed as well. "I know you will be, honey. You're a tough girl, and... I know you can get through anything."

"Thanks, Mom..."

They embraced, kissing each other on the cheek before Celeste darted for the door.

"Bye!" Celeste shouted.

"Bye, Celeste! Good luck!"


Professor Oak's laboratory, which was where the Pokemon for new Trainers were being given out, wasn't very far away from Celeste's house, and she still had about twenty minutes until she had to be there; she decided that there was no need for her to rush.

She walked at a steady pace down the dirt roads of her small hometown of Pallet Town, admiring the scenery that surrounded her. The sun peeked out from behind the many white cumulus clouds that stretched across the turquoise sky. It was early autumn, so there was a brisk breeze, but the air was still warm. Young children laughed and played outside the houses that she passed by.

Celeste smiled slightly to herself. It was the perfect day for her to begin traveling the Kanto region.

A large building began to loom over the horizon as she traveled further.

That must be Professor Oak's lab! she thought.

Her pace picked up into an excited run. As she approached the building, she noticed that there were two people standing outside. She recognized one of them as Alicia.

Celeste had known Alicia since they were five years old, and they always had a fierce rivalry. Alicia always aimed to do everything better than Celeste, and even seemed to be trying to make her life miserable in the process. Celeste tried her best to ignore these antics; considering Alicia constantly taunted her for it, it was very difficult. For her journey, Alicia wore a white headband in her curly auburn hair that reached two inches above her shoulders; a pink, short-sleeved shirt with white flower patterns; white capri shorts; and pink and white high tops. A black backpack decorated with blue, pink, green, and white flower patterns hung on her back, appearing to be packed full of her belongings.

A thin, elderly man stood with Alicia. He had short, powder gray hair that was spiked on top; coal black eyes; and tan skin. He donned a dark red collared shirt, a white lab coat that reached his knees, tan pants, and brown loafers. He had a very kind smile on his wrinkled face as he spoke to Alicia, who stared at him with uninterested eyes.

Celeste darted up to them, panting slightly. "Hi..." she greeted between deep breaths.

The man looked at her and grinned. "Why, hello!" he said. "You must be Celeste, one of the new Trainers I'm supposed to meet today!"

"Yeah, that's me!" Celeste said with a nervous chuckle.

"Well, I'm Professor Oak," he introduced. "And you know Alicia, correct? She's a new Trainer as well."

Alicia scowled at Celeste. "Yeah, we know each other..."

"Well, that's good!" Professor Oak turned, taking the doorknob of his research lab in his hand and opening the door. "How about we go inside so you can get your starter Pokemon?" He entered the building.

Celeste walked up to the door, but before she could go inside, Alicia slammed against her.

"Ladies first!" she said, leering at Celeste as she walked into the lab.

Celeste snarled at her childhood rival's back as she followed her inside.

The inside of the lab was large and filled with complex machines and computers that the professor's lab assistants worked at with deep interest and concentration. Professor Oak led the girls to the back of the room, where there was a table with three balls set on top. The top half of the balls were red while the bottom half were white; a black line divided the parts through the center. A white button was halfway through that line.

"Here are the Pokemon you can choose from," Professor Oak said. He grabbed one of the balls, presenting it to Celeste and Alicia. "This is a Poke Ball. It's a special device that you can store Pokemon in."

"How do they fit in there...?" Celeste asked in awe.

Alicia rolled her cerulean eyes. "You're so stupid," she whispered.

Professor Oak chuckled. "We're still trying to figure that out," he stated.

He tossed the Poke Ball into the air. It burst open, releasing a white light. The light struck the floor and formed a shape. It then vanished, a Pokemon in its place. The Pokemon seemed to resemble a small dinosaur, and was teal in color with darker, triangular-shaped spots on its body. Small, white claws grew from his feet; a large, green bulb was on his back. His large eyes were a ruby red, yet they still appeared innocent.

"Bulba!" the Pokemon cried cheerfully.

"This is a Bulbasaur," Professor Oak explained. "He's a Grass- and Poison-type Pokemon."

"Awww!" Celeste cooed, her aquamarine eyes sparkling.

"Gross..." Alicia muttered.

Professor Oak took another Poke Ball and hurled it. The white beam of light erupted from it, touching the floor and shaping into the form of the Pokemon. The light faded, revealing an orange Pokemon that resembled a salamander. He had a cream-colored underside, and a small flame burned at the tip of his long tail. He had small, white claws on his feet, just like Bulbasaur; white fangs also poked out slightly from his mouth. His big, sapphire eyes were set in a permanent glare.

"Awwwww!" Celeste's eyes shimmered even more. "This one's so cute, too!"

Alicia grimaced. "Ew..."

"This is Charmander," Professor Oak said. "He's a Fire-type Pokemon."

Charmander scowled, folding his small, orange arms across his chest. "Charrr..."

Professor Oak beamed, then picked up the third Poke Ball. "And here's the last Pokemon..."

"Is it as cute as these two?" Celeste questioned.

The professor laughed. "Well, I think she is!"

He tossed the ball. It popped open, and a white ray was released. It struck the floor, shifting into the Pokemon's form; then it disappeared. A light blue turtle about the same size as Bulbasaur and Charmander was in its place. Her shell was cream on the bottom and brown on top, a white stripe separating the two colors. A long, curled tail extended from the rear of the shell. The Pokemon gazed up at Alicia with large, fuchsia eyes.

"Squirt, Squirtle!" she cried.

"And this," Professor Oak stated, "is a Squirtle. She's a Water-type."

"Oh, my gosh!" Celeste squealed, crouching down in front of Squirtle. "They're all so cute. How can I decide...?" She extended her hand toward the Tiny Turtle Pokemon, carefully stroking the top of her smooth, light blue head.

Squirtle growled at the contact; she reached up and chomped down on Celeste's index finger.

"Ow!" She drew her hand away swiftly.

"Squirtle!" Professor Oak scolded.

Alicia cracked up laughing. "Oh, my gosh! I love this one!"

Squirtle grinned, prancing over to Alicia and embracing her legs. "Squirt!"

Professor Oak chuckled. "She seems to like you, too. Would you like her to be your first Pokemon?"

"Yeah!" Alicia reached down, lifting Squirtle into her arms and cradling her like a young child. She smirked at Celeste. "And she's so much cuter than the other two."

"Saur..." Bulbasaur moaned, sulking.

Charmander shot Alicia a death glare. He opened his mouth wide and fired several balls of fire at Alicia; she screeched as the flames scorched her head.

"Charmander!" Professor Oak shouted. He sighed, shaking his head. "I'm sorry, these Pokemon don't usually act like this..."

Celeste giggled. "It's okay!" She grinned at Charmander. "You don't know how long I've wanted to do something like that to her," she muttered.

Charmander snickered.

Alicia glowered at them, coughing out smoke and scraping ash from her pale skin.

"So, Celeste, have you made your decision on your first Pokemon yet?" the professor asked.

"Yeah, I have." Celeste smiled at the Lizard Pokemon. "I choose Charmander!"

Professor Oak beamed. "Excellent choice!" He pointed one of the Poke Balls at Bulbasaur. "Bulbasaur, return."

A red beam shot out from the button in the center of the ball and touched the pouting Seed Pokemon. The light engulfed him, sucking him back inside the ball.

Poor Bulbasaur, Celeste thought.

"Now, before you two leave, there are a few things I need to give you." Professor Oak handed the two Poke Balls to the girls, one to Celeste and one to Alicia. "These are your Pokemon's Poke Balls to keep them in. And you'll also need these..." He reached inside the pocket of his lab coat, taking out ten Poke Balls. "These Poke Balls are empty, but you can use them to capture Pokemon from the wild." He gave five Poke Balls to each of the girls.

"We're only allowed to own six Pokemon?" Alicia asked, one eyebrow raised in disbelief.

"Well, you can only carry six Pokemon with you at a time; that's why I'm only giving you five for now to start out with. You can buy more Poke Balls at Poke Marts, and you can also own more Pokemon, which you can send to me from a Pokemon Center."

"Cool!" Celeste said, stuffing the five Poke Balls into her backpack.

"And here's one last thing before you leave," the professor continued. He sauntered to a table at the back of the room, where two compact, red machines sat; he carefully took hold of them in his hands, then turned to the girls. "These are Pokedexes. They're devices that I invented for Trainers to use." He handed one of the devices to Celeste, and the other to Alicia.

"Whoa," Alicia murmured in awe, flicking the lid up and down as she examined it.

"Cool..." Celeste whispered. "How do you use it?"

"All you have to do is point it at the Pokemon you want to know about and open the lid. It will scan the Pokemon and tell you its name, species, and other facts about it. It will also tell you the moves of the Pokemon you have captured."

"That's awesome!" Alicia said, sliding the Pokedex into her backpack.

"It is." Celeste also placed the machine carefully in her bag.

Professor Oak smiled. "Thank you! Now that's all you need for your journey, so you're ready to explore the Kanto region!"

Celeste grinned, her aquamarine eyes lighting up. "That's great! Thanks, Professor Oak!"

"Thanks," Alicia said.

"You're welcome, girls! Remember to be careful on your journey, and good luck!"


Standing by the outskirts of Pallet Town, Celeste inhaled the scent of fresh grass and wild Pokemon. It was the scent of the world that she about to enter for the first time...

She sighed with content, turning her head to face her small hometown.

"So long, Pallet Town," she whispered, the words reflecting her bittersweet feeling. She was joyful and excited to finally travel the region of Kanto, but it saddened her that she had to leave the town that she grew to love behind.

With another sigh, she whirled around to face the first route, the path that started her out on her journey.

She sauntered out of town, beginning her adventure for the first time.


The first route is much longer than it seems... Celeste thought after a couple minutes of venturing north, trudging through tall grass and climbing over ledges.

However, she didn't feel like she was getting closer to the next city.

"Hey!"

Celeste froze at the sound of the familiar voice that rang out from behind her; she whirled around to face the source.

Alicia stood a couple yards away, eyebrows furrowed together, hands placed firmly on her hips, a wide smirk spread across her face, trying too hard to appear confident.

"Oh, hey, Alicia," Celeste said. "What's—"

"I want to battle," Alicia announced.

The statement caught Celeste off-guard. "H-huh?"

"I want to battle," her rival repeated, drawling out the words. "Against you. Right here, right now."

To be continued...


A/N: I don't have much to say. Thanks for reading! Please review! :)

~Hayley (Black Pichu)

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